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Topic: Reading (01/25/07)
TITLE: Dear Mr. Lewis
By Susan Gibson
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How can I ever express to you how much your books have meant to me? From the first time I discovered Narnia as an 8-year old, and even now, as a middle-aged woman, I’ve longed to have adventures there.
It’s Aslan, really. I wanted to meet that beautiful lion. The lion who was “not safe, but good.” Who was “not a tame lion, you know!” The son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-sea who could bring spring to an endless winter, who would sing worlds into existence, who was trusted and feared. I was under the spell of this magical beast.
I had a childhood friend who loved your books as much as I did. Her name was Lucy. And mine is Susan. How perfect! Susan and Lucy, just like in the books. I was saddened that your Susan doesn’t come through in the end, that she refuses to believe any of it was real and wants only to be a “grownup”. Unlike my namesake, I had no desire to grow up! I re-read all the books in the series dozens of times, but I only read The Last Battle for a second time many years later, as an adult. By then I thought I could bear reading about Susan’s horrible fate: no longer a “friend of Narnia”.
As brilliant and rich as your stories are, I was actually disappointed when I discovered later on that they were all based on the Bible and that Aslan was a Jesus figure. Everything I knew of Jesus I learned in catechism classes, where we were forced to memorize endless doctrines and formulas. Never did I consider Jesus to be an honest-to-goodness human being who loved me incredibly much. So to say that Aslan was supposed to be like Jesus just didn’t add up for me. But then I didn’t want to admit that there was no Santa, either.
Later I attended college. College is where people think they’ll learn how to be grownups and decide on careers that will make them happy and content. College is where some people begin to consider their childhood simply as a time of happy memories. They don’t recognize that the things they knew then were the only things that mattered. I was headed in that direction until my childhood dream was fulfilled. I met the real Aslan! I met Jesus, the Word, the Son of God the Father Almighty. Jesus, who brings the spring of new life to the otherwise endless winter of death. Jesus, who was not only at the beginning of creation, but is the Beginning.
I am now “under His spell” far more than I ever was of Aslan. But when the clouds come, and I forget the wonder of Jesus, I can look at Aslan and let him remind me of the incredible character of Jesus.
Oh, and I still long for magic adventures. But it seems the better I come to know Jesus, the more magical this adventure of my life becomes.
I hope you can accept this note of gratitude for introducing me to the Lion!
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