Narnia

As usual, I am several months behind on seeing the latest movie releases. So Angel and I went to see Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe this evening. Barring the bathroom trips and crying kids, it was incredible! Actually, having an acceptable movie that children can attend and see Jesus's sacrifice, among other things, in a different context was well worth the distractions. The book is on my nightstand buried with forty others lined up to read, so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. But the parallels with Christianity were very cool. I need to see it again, as I'm sure I missed a lot.

My favorites:
Lucy...I could not stop thinking about her. She mirrors so many of Jesus's traits...her unfailing love, easy forgiveness, blind faith, and ability to know her gifts and to use them without hesitation.

Edmond...I felt like he really didn't fit in with his other siblings. Sure they loved him, but he was more difficult to understand. He refused to listen to authority and always went his own way, which almost cost him his life. Aslan had to send his men to rescue him, and ultimately gave his own life for Edmond's mistakes. Sound familiar? I know it does to me.

Susan...she didn't want to leave her comfort zone. She wasn't ready for the adventure because they didn't have warm clothes or any food to eat. She wanted to go back to where it was safe. But had she followed her instincts, she would have missed out on the journey of a lifetime. Yup, this one is familiar too.

Peter lead his army into battle and they fought with creativity. They used everything at their disposal (ex: birds dropping rocks, and spreading fire) against the basic brute force of the enemy. It reminded me how our God is infinitely creative. Despite the downfalls of each of the kids, Aslan was able to use them for greatness.

As amazing as it would be to be called to be a queen or king, keep in mind there are a lot of vessels who have to do their part. Without all the soldiers, they never would have won this battle, no matter how strong the kids were. We all have a part to play, big or small.

Aslan...I knew he would come back alive, but my heart still ached seeing him walk toward his awaited humiliation and torturous death. But when he awoke and ROARED, chills racked my body. I stood up on the inside and thought, that is our savior, our hero. "Not tame, but he is good."

The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe has jumped to the top of my stack.