I love The Chronicles of Narnia. The symbolism throughout the story just gets me every time. And this Monday it was no different. The children, chosen to fulfill a prophesy. The lion, a mighty King. As I watched Aslan climb the stairs to the stone tablet, where he was shaved, beaten, tied and killed, my heart stilled and my eyes welled, knowing that the sacrifice this mighty beast was about to make for a boy who was a traitor. And knowing how much greater the sacrifice that was made for me. Watching the creatures who cheered his death I couldn't help but wonder what the back story was. I imagined C.S. Lewis pondering their character, the grotesqueness of their beings, and yet wondering what they looked like before. Before the fall. Prior to making the choice to leave the grace and majesty of the Almighty. I bet they were beautiful once. Clothed in glistening gowns and marked by the King as chosen. But they turned away. They chose for themselves and their decision left them scarred and broken. Like me.
But we can't forget the White Queen. No, the nemesis of the story who so eagerly wants the blood sacrifice for a child's crime. Her desire for vengeance, for power, is not easily sated. Ultimately she wants Aslan. And she gets him. Humiliated, bruised but not broken she gets him. Laid across the stone tablet, vulnerable before his enemies, blameless yet punished for the iniquities of another. And she takes his life. Yet his death is only the beginning and when he returns, more magnificent than ever, he tells the girls the secret: if only the White Queen had paid attention. If only she had interpreted the writing on the stone tablet, the words of dark magic would have had a different meaning. After all not even death can hold the life of a blameless sacrifice.
The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it.
No, the darkness has not understood. Doesn't it just give you goosebumps? The mighty lion, with the heart of a lamb. The all powerful man who was God, yet lived the life of a child. It all started with a promise. A prophesy. Through the line of David a savior would come. He would be born not into riches, but into glory. He would live humbly, though he could have lived in riches and had any desire of his heart. But he didn't. Because when it came down to it, his greatest desire is you. Is me. Is offering a gift beyond all others to those who choose to believe. He is the light in the darkness. He is the bright and morning star. He is more powerful than the dark magic. And he came, in the innocence of a child, with the heart of a lion, to fulfill a promise and offer himself as a sacrifice. All we have to do is accept his payment for our own, and suddenly the darkness will have not hold.