Saturday, November 5, 2011

Our Moth Eaten World

Yesterday on Facebook,  Jeff Keuss posted this.
    •  From the C.S. Lewis's The Silver Chair chapter 12 - Puddlegum says:

      "One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things - trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a playworld which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say."

      Our world's wintery, moth eaten darkness can smother us with hopelessness and despair.  Hearing Puddlegum's declaration prompted a flood of tears, an infusion of fresh courage, and new resolve. It also prompted a thought.

      I don't know for sure exactly what's true, but I can believe something is true. The truth is......I want to believe in an after life in a place where there aren't any moth's or rust to destroy Narnia's beauty, its eternal spring. 

      I want to believe that someday Aslan will breathe new life into me, making me fully alive forever. I like to think that I, like Steve Jobs will also will be saying with my last earthly breath, "Wow. Wow. Wow." 

      PS. Jeff has a new book out called Your Neighbor's Hymnal. Music lovers
      and those who practice thinking outside the box will love it. 


Maureen said...

I've always thought how Wow it would be to ride Aslan through Narnia.

I think Jobs was saying those words about the place he entered after leaving our world and stepping over the threshold into the eternal.

Kathleen Overby said...

Me too, Maureen. I think there will be room for "doubles".