Chapter 10: The Magician's Book

It was difficult to choose one thing from this chapter, but I've settled on an exchange between Lucy and Aslan. Lucy has just finished reading the invisible to visible spell in the Magician's book when she discovers Aslan is with her.
"Oh, Aslan," said she, "it was kind of you to come."
"I have been here all the time," said he, "but you have just made me visible."
"Aslan!" said Lucy almost a little reproachfully. "Don't make fun of me. As if anything I could do would make you visible!"
"It did," said Aslan. "Do you think I wouldn't obey my own rules?"

I am so enamored with this realization --- Lucy has the ability to make Aslan appear. It is because Aslan is obeying his own rules, but Lucy's actions are key to his appearing.

You and I have this same ability. Our actions have the ability to cause people to see the Father. You and me. Our actions can reveal him.

This is mind-boggling. You and I have power to reveal the Maker of the universe?! On one hand, I know it is true because I've seen it happen. People have been loving or forgiving or encouraging to me or someone else and when I see it, I can easily say - that is nothing less than the living God moving and acting. I've seen someone say words to a friend, words that were not yet true, words containing great hope of who my friend might become. And then my friend lived into making those words true and real. I've seen a friend forgive someone who broke a deep trust, who took a part of his heart and truly was intentional on hurting him. The forgiving revealed the Father to me as surely as if he was standing next to me.

Can you relate?

On the other hand, I think I minimize my ability to cause the High King of Heaven to be revealed to anyone. I, like Lucy, doubt if anything I could do would make him visible. What good will this small tithe do? What difference will this small kindness make? How will saying these words change anything?

Can you relate?

Have you seen God revealed by someone else? I'd love to hear about it.

When have you revealed God to someone else? Maybe in the re-telling, it might reveal Aslan all over again.

Chapter 9: The Island of the Voices

Wow, what just happened? The blabbering of the voices throughout this chapter can be at once overwhelming and comical! What are these things? And why do they like their Chief Voice so much?

There are two illustrations that come to mind as I am inundated by the chorus of agreement that follows the Chief Voice:

1. the stuff we want/"need"
2. the lies we believe

#1: Does anyone else feel overwhelmed by the choruses of agreement that follow the Chief Voice of "buy, buy buy"? Bigger, better, more. We thought the wii was fun, but it’s nothing compared to the Kinect! Remember when power locks were cool? Now we have automatic doors, heated seats, split-screen DVD players, and remote start. For Pete’s sake, you can now get your sunglasses polarized, HD, built from bomb-proof Grilamid 8, with Prismatic Polycarbonate lenses. I’m not even kidding.

And then what happens when you don't have what is expected? Don't get me started on the pity I receive for the fact that my three children share a room - what unnameable torture!!

Does it ever feel like you are being followed by the Other Voices saying, "Keep it up, keep it up! You couldn’t have a better plan than that, Chief!" or "Hear him, hear him. That’s our Chief. You can depend on what he says. He’s telling you the truth, he is."

Which leads to #2: Is that Chief Voice telling us the truth? Hmmm, that’s a good question, if I do say so myself. I’ve picked on "stuff" as my first example – but we believe lies about so many things – especially ourselves. And once again, as soon as the Chief Voice sells us a lie, there are 50 other lies right behind it in the chorus. Lies encourage each other and multiply like rabbits.

• My friend doesn’t care about me. "No, she doesn’t! Did you see that look on her face? Did you notice how she didn’t even TRY to help you out? Can you believe how long it’s been since SHE called ME? I’m always the one who has to make the first move. And after all those times I’ve overlooked what she does to me! That’s right, that’s right – you’ve got it! She doesn’t care at all! Couldn’t have said it better or truer myself!"
  
• I’m just not good enough. "Nope, no way, not a chance! I can’t believe you said that, and don’t even get me started on your nose, your hair, your butt. You should eat less, exercise more, talk less, talk more, read more, pray more, volunteer more, be more patient with your kids, be less competitive, be more competitive, work less, work more, try harder, don’t try so hard… And definitely, don’t tell anyone about THAT! They would NEVER give you chance if they knew…"

If you think the chorus of lies does make sense, let me point out an example from the end of the chapter which shows the fever pitch of insanity that can be reached: the Chief Voice realizes, "Why, bless me, if I haven’t gone and left out the whole point." And good grief if the voices don’t just encourage that too: "That you have, that you have," roared the Other Voices with great enthusiasm. "No one couldn’t have left it out cleaner and better. Keep it up, Chief, keep it up."

Beware the voices!

What is the Chief Voice saying to you? What never-ending chorus do you fight for the truth?

Chapter 8: Two Narrow Escapes

I’m beginning to feel a little sorry for Eustace, but he just makes for such good illustrations. For Eustace, it was the ordinary things in life – unending rain and losing at chess – that threw him off of his new path. Similarly, the repetitive chores in life – making the bed, doing laundry, washing dishes – sometimes lead me to grumble and to be ‘small’.

Yet Eustace did not remain long in his sulky ‘smallness’. He performed his first act of bravery by chopping at the Sea Serpent with Caspian’s sword. Sure, it did not help, but that was not important. As Lewis said, Eustace did well for a “beginner”: a beginner at swordplay, yes, but, more importantly, a beginner at bravery. It might seem condescending that the Dawn Treader’s adventurers cheered him when he “accomplished nothing” tangible. But this was one of those times when the intention really was what counted. Eustace had come a long way.

For, just two chapters earlier, Lewis had been chiding Eustace for reading all the wrong types of books. Here was a young boy who didn’t even know what a dragon was! Edmund read books that were rather more helpful for their cause. He read stories about detectives. What he read helped him narrow down what had happened to the fellow on whose armor they were sitting. Can you think of a time in your life when something you read came in very handy later? Lewis was not shy about promoting the importance of reading. He was frighteningly well-read in the Classics, but he also read for adventure and fun. Maybe he saw something of himself in both Eustace and Edmund. As a youth, Lewis was a bit self-satisfied with his scholarly accomplishments, like Eustace. But, like Edmund, he enjoyed getting lost in an entertaining book.

After Edmund’s sleuthing, the group discovered an interesting pool that turned anything that touched the water into gold. Caspian and Edmund began quarrelling about who would claim the island and who was the more important king. Caspian seemed possessed as he declared ownership of the island for Narnia. This seems like a critique of imperialism, a practice at which Lewis’ country had excelled. The quarrel over who was the greater king reminds me of Jesus’ disciples fighting about which of them would be the greatest in heaven. Jesus made it clear that they just didn’t understand what was important. To be great in his kingdom meant becoming like a child or a servant. (Mark 9:33-37) Back in Narnia, a mere glimpse of Aslan snapped Caspian and Edmund out of their ‘smallness’.

Chapter 7: How the Adventure Ended

By random selection I got Chapter 7. I bet every blogger wishes he or she had gotten chapter 7. Chapter 7 is going to be the most talked about part of the book. On the Narnia Adventure Weekend (Dec 11) Chapter 7 is going to be the most focused upon. Chapter 7 is the part of the movie we are all hoping they will do well and it is also the part they are the least likely to properly capture on film.

Everyone will be talking about Eustace's being un-dragoned. The layers of his dragon-ness being pealed away. The way only Aslan can truly free him. The closing paragraphs about Eustace's journey, that he didn't change all at once, will be discussed often.

I don't want to write about this, I want to find some other more obscure or interesting part that won't be so heavily travelled.

But Chapter 7 is the most like the Gospel story. It is a story that never wears out. It is the story that gets told again and again, and yet we keep forgetting it. I think I'm bored of it, but it must be told again. There are still people who don't know! I still don't know.

So once again:

Eustace was a dragon, but he wasn't ALL dragon. He longed to change and indeed he tried but he couldn't do it by himself. We cannot heal ourselves.

Only Aslan (Christ) could peal off his deepest layers of sin.

This pealing was, at the same time, the most painful and the most freeing experience of Eustace's life. If you want change, be ready for it to hurt.

He was washed in water and given new clothes by Aslan.

And for the rest of his life he kept on being un-dragoned. He had good days and bad days, but the bad days can be overlooked, for on this day his healing had begun!

Therefore whoever is in Christ is a new creation. The old has gone. The new has come. -- 2 Corinthians 5:17

One more telling of the old, old tale.

Chapter 6: The Adventures of Eustace

“The work had gone well so far and it was a merry meal. Only after the second helping of goat did Edmund say, “Where’s that blighter Eustace?”

As the curtains draw back on Chapter Six of our story, we see Caspian and the children celebrating work well done with a marvelous feast of roast goat and wine by the river. And yet, as the meal lingers on, we hear Edmund asking for the whereabouts of his difficult, sullen and unimaginative cousin, Eustace.

Where was Eustace? He has wandered off and found himself in a dragon’s lair -- and it’s a lair filled with mountains of treasure! Once the dragon who lives in the cave is officially dead, Eustace thinks his prospects are finally looking up. With this much wealth, he can live like a King in Narnia and finally stick it to those horrid cousins! Revenge! With treasures in his pockets and gold on his arm, Eustace falls asleep.

And here we see C.S. Lewis’ brilliant tableau of the deceptive human heart & God’s mercy so masterfully written....

“He had turned into a dragon while he was asleep. Sleeping on a dragon’s hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.”

Whenever I read this chapter, my heart is always deeply pricked by that sentence. I wish it was harder for me to relate to Eustace! He didn’t become a dragon overnight. Instead, when he awoke he was finally able to see his reflection in the water and was suddenly aware of what he already was...what he had been becoming for a very long time. A dragon. A greedy, hoarding, bully of a dragon. As it says in Proverbs (23:7)..”for what a man thinks in his heart, so is he.”

Painfully, I can relate. I allow sinful, dragonish thoughts to grow. They begin as the tiniest seeds of lust, envy or fear, and instead of nipping them in the bud, I turn them over and over in my mind, admiring them like shiny gems. I listen to the lies and insecurities and suddenly I find myself far closer to a dragon than I ever thought possible!

But what awoke Eustace? A pain in his arm. The golden bracelet he had shoved on in his haste to snatch as much treasure as possible was suddenly biting and pinching into his now large, dragon foreleg.

It was the pain that woke him up.

It was pain that caused him to climb out of the dragon’s cave, wander to the river, see his reflection and face the reality of what he truly was.

C.S. Lewis, in his book “The Problem with Pain” says “...God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."

Gentle admonitions hadn’t worked. Strong criticism hadn’t worked. Dramatic events hadn’t seemed to phase him. He had been in a bedroom, seen a painting come to life and been sucked into an ocean for goodness sake! No use. Like myself at times, Eustace was far too mired in pride and lies to hear the gentle nudging of the Holy Spirit. It took real, sharp pain to wake him up and offer him another chance to change. Can you relate Eustace, as I do?


Can you identify times in your life where God has used a painful experience (self-inflicted or otherwise) as a megaphone to your deaf ears?

How do you respond to these painful awakenings?

Chapter 5: The Storm and What Came of It

A wall of water hits the Dawn Treader, a storm rages on for days, Eustace continues his miserable journal, and finally the ship makes shore on a deserted island. Eustace wanders off and falls asleep. When he awakens he is lost.

Along one's spiritual journey there are storms. To the unseeing Eustaces' of our world these are nothing but miseries. But g-d means it use the storms in our lives. I didn't say 'for good' - like now our dark cloud can have it's silver lining - because the best result of a storm is "lostness." One has to think one is 'found' or 'oriented' to complain and be miserable about one's surroundings. But become LOST - and now there is only one singular sensation: "WHERE AM I?"

This is the question g-d wants us to ask each moment, each day, each season of our lives. "Where am I?" Only in disorientation are we shoved and pushed to the temple of g-d for directions.

We should pray for disorientation! We should pray for lostness! We should pray for our house of cards to be blown down, this sham life, our cheap artificial Christian life, our dime-store "God" who is no bigger than our mind's eye - to fall. After all, the God we imagine is only as big as we let it be. And the God we fabricate will never change us because it is not bigger than us. So something has to happen TO us (not come out of us). Then we change.

Get ready Eustace.

Chapter 4: What Caspian Did There

“I want to know why you have permitted this abominable and unnatural traffic of slaves to grow up here, contrary to the ancient custom and usage of our dominions.” This is Caspian’s question to Gumpas, the guy in charge of governing the island Felimath.

This question makes me itch. I believe Jesus asks this same question; why have you allowed this to happen? This is not how we (I and my followers) are supposed to live. I gave you all authority in heaven and on earth …

Oh sure, I don’t have slaves living in my house. But slavery does still exist, in our world, in our country, in our city. Why have we allowed this to happen?

The sad part is I don’t even know how much I personally profit from slave labor. Did slaves make my shirt before it was sold to Old Navy? Did slaves pick my dinner vegetables before being packaged and shipped to Price Chopper?

Here’s the response from Gumpas; “Necessary, unavoidable … an essential part of the economic development … I assure you. Our present burst of prosperity depends on it.”

Because I’d rather pay $9.99 for a pair of shoes made in (pick a country) instead of paying much more by being made in slave free trade, does this justify my frugality? Or because I desire ‘affordable’ fresh fruit grown in South America, does it justify the middleman to offer poverty wages to the farmer?

“Does your good majesty mean to beggar me?”

I cringe at how Pug’s reply seems to mirror my own.

But Caspian pursues him, “You have lived on broken hearts all your life – and if you are beggared, it is better to be a beggar than a slave.”

In our world, where we now know how things are made and sold, where injustice is exposed, we are responsible. We are the wealthy. How many broken hearts have I/we lived on?

I leave you to wrestle with this … As kings and queens of Narnia, how should we live?