“Oh, yes! Tell us about Aslan!” said several voices at once; for once again that strange feeling – like the first signs of spring, like good news, had come over them.
“Who is Aslan?” asked Susan.
“Aslan?” said Mr. Beaver, “Why don’t you know? He’s the King. He’s the Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you understand. Never in my time or in my father’s time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia this moment… You’ll understand when you see him.”
“Is – is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver, “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis
Good Friday is a special day for me. You see, a short two years ago my preemie daughter was finally able to come home after a daunting two month stretch in the NICU. Good—doesn’t even come close to describe how I felt that day! I was unhinged with gratitude. For some, Good Friday is a somber day spent reflecting on all the pain that was inflicted on our Lord, but for me…I’m still unhinged.
My joy trumps all other feelings because I know the end of the story. It’s a day of happy endings. It’s a day that reminds me of how good, God is. This could have been the end. Stop and think for a moment. What if Sunday never came? What if the grave sealed shut with all our hope locked inside? What if the story ended here?
Then grace rushes in.
This is the story of freedom; He isn’t safe. But He is good. The story isn’t over.
So for me, I’m unhinged. I’m fully alive. Are you?