We now enter into one of those times in which the ideas are so many that I hardly know which to seize upon… one, however, has been floating around for so long–just waiting for a chance to be brought to light–that I think I will choose that one to focus on first.
Okay, I thought about it. I chose it, too. 😉
It springs from a quote from “The Horse and His Boy”. On occasion, a particular sentence will keep repeating over and over in my mind, and my brain will keep it in the “we’re still working on figuring out the full implications of that idea” folder, where it will, almost without my notice, develop into a full thought– which often ends up becoming a blog posts. 😉 This time, the sentence was an unusually strange one.
I’ll quote a fair bit here, so you can get the setting more fully:
“No doubt,” continued Bree, “When they speak of him as a Lion, they only mean he’s as strong as a lion or (to our enemies, of course) as fierce as a lion. Or something of that kind. Even a little girl like you, Aravis, must see that it would be quite aubsurd to suppose he is a real Lion. Indeed it would be disrespectful. If he was a lion he’d have to be a beast just like the rest of us. Why!” (and here Bree began to laugh) “If he was a lion he’d have four paws, and a tail and, Whiskers!… Aie, ooh, hoo-hoo! Help!” For just as he said the word Whiskers one of Aslan’s had actually tickled his ear. Bree shot away like an arrow to the other side of the enclosure and there turned; the wall was too high for him to jump and he could fly no further. Aravis and Hwin both started back. There was a bout a second of intense silence.
Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the Lion.
“Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”
“Dearest daughter,” said Aslan, planting a lion’s kiss on her twitching, velvet nose, “I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.”
Of course there is a great deal more following, and I’d like to expound on that too…but I’ll just stick with this at present. 😉 (You can go read, it though, if you’d like. Because you have the books. Right??)
“I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”
What an odd statement, isn’t it??
Of course, Aslan is a representative of sorts of Christ… so I kept pondering it, and filtering other things through that thought–trying to figure it out.
In reading “Crazy Love”, and just as God began to show me more of Himself, I realized something that Hwin knew: God is so beautiful, so holy, so good, so awesome– that when we see Him, when we know Him, we would rather be hurt– or even killed– by Him than loved by anyone else.
He is THAT awesome.
I can’t even… begin to truly fathom Him, nor the full implications of this.
There is something about this thought that can’t really be captured by mere typed words: it must be felt. All I can really hope to do is to get you started pondering it, and realize it more fully myself.
Better to be wounded by Him than caressed by anyone else.
Better to give up everything–my very life— to know Him.
Today I read an article about Sacrifice. (It’s very good; you ought to read it.)
As I was thinking about that together with this thought, (My thoughts often mesh and criss-cross and combine…) I realized something. We must see Christ as totally worth giving up our life for. We’ve got to realize His infinite worth and our infinite worthlessness–and then we will be able to make the sacrifice:To give up our self for Him.
In order to attain something you believe is of greater value, you must give up something you believe is of lesser value.
–Brett & Kate McKay
It all seems incredibly obvious, doesn’t it? Of COURSE He is of greater value than I!!! Of COURSE He is infinitely more holy than I! Of COURSE He is much more worthwhile than I! Of COURSE He is worthy of my life !!
Let’s see it.
If you’ve ever wondered why you lack the discipline to attain a certain goal, it is likely because in your heart of hearts, you don’t really value that goal as much as you think you do. –Brett & Kate McKay
Okay, that’s a nice uncomfortable place to stop. *stops*