Two weeks left. I am climbing out of the illness pit. I have my voice back. I am getting my strength back. I am getting my interest in literature back. I just spend three dollars to download the Complete Works of C.S. Lewis. I guess it will be a while before I get that read.
My mom admitted that she wasn't that much of a reader. Dad read National Geographic. So I guess it makes sense why I didn't pick up reading seriously until my thirties. Back then it was Frank Peretti. But I wonder what my journey would have been like if I had read the Chronicles of Narnia when I was younger. What if I had been introduced to Aslan instead of Jesus.
Maybe C.S. Lewis created Aslan as a replica of Jesus. The story fits. But I think there is something to the story of Aslan and in the character of Aslan that I don't see in the first century Palestinian Jew. First of all... I already understand that Aslan is fiction. No one will argue that . There is no need to debate the authenticity of the story. But in the story, there is a something greater than a fabricated lion. There is a picture. There is a idea. There is Aslan.
For me, Aslan is not human and that is his redeeming feature. He is strength, wisdom, life and love. In Aslan, I see the Creator beyond that which I can limit in my imagination. That is the beauty. I can float with my wonder and not have to be concerned with proving texts. I can take the story and become wrapped in it. How precious is that.
I still don't know if I want a God. That label still holds baggage for me. But if I did. I would like a God I could hug.
