It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful…
… And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea, the High King above all kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion’s face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet.
He couldn’t say anything but then he didn’t want to say anything, and he knew he needn’t say anything.
“Please,” he said, “may we go home now?”
He has forgotten to say “Thank you”, but he meant it, and Aslan understood.
Jed Brewer on episode 64 of the Say That podcast
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Why can I not string any ideas together in a coherent form tonight?
It’s frustrating me so much because I have so much in my head that I want to get out but there’s just no way for it to go down in words and i just don’t know what I’m meant to do about words that want to come out but wont
do i go and run through this city at midnight and yell them over the wind of the harbor or lie here in bed and think them in endless circles or do i just
Where could darkness as dark as this have come from?
Too far to see but we know that we can sense that it exists.
And how can I do anything but run from
The will to fight a fight for which I feel so ill-equipped?
If this didn’t horrify me, I’d be heartless
But every night I lay here paralyzed.
But I won’t be consumed with all this darkness
Instead I find surprise within the light.
But what can I do?
I throw my hands up half in anguish half in praise.
When I try to count my blessings, I just see sorrow in a cage.
But I’m afraid, ‘cause what can I do?
Want to cast a light into this pit if I only had a way
To restore the hearts of vile men to the love from which they’ve strayed, but I’m afraid.
Let one man find hope again.
Maybe in his very own daughter’s life.
Have him seize another man’s
Forearm, wrist, and hand before he takes the opportunity to strike.
Have those too grow close in brotherhood in you
Give them all your strength and might,
Let them be a poison to the darkness as they bring it to the light.
Darkness comes to light.
1992. Christian. Wellington, New Zealand.
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