Warning! Narnia Movie Discussed

(If you haven’t yet seen the Narnia movie and don’t want to know about any details in advance, please skip this blog! 🙂 )

So last night my friend and I left the kids with the dads and went to see The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. What a wonderful, wonderful movie!

Initially, I wasn’t that excited to see it. I mean, of course I wanted to see it — but I had a tiny bit of “it’s going to be another Lord of the Rings epic, science-fiction, I’m the only one in this theater bored out of my skull” fear too. PLUS, the 7:00 show was sold out, so we had to go at 8:00 — and I’m usually quite ready for bed by 10:30 or so, so I wondered if I could stay awake.

Yeah, right.

I was enthralled the entire time! It was wonderful — full of wonder.

I won’t bore you by rehashing all of my favorite parts (“The name’s Phillip!”) … but I woke up this morning thinking about tiny (sweet!) little Lucy, so resolute, so committed, so absolutely serious as she unsheathed her 3-inch-long-knife in front of the massive, resurrected Aslan, ready to join the horrible battle and come to her brother’s side …

“We must help him!”

Oh, Lucy.

Don’t you see the disgusting monsters? One-eyed, vile, wicked, despicable, strong creatures from the utter darkness of nightmares and Hell itself?

(Oh, Tara. Don’t you see your sin?)

Sweet Lucy … don’t you see the utter futility of your slender arms and tiny sword?

(Dearest Tara … don’t you see that your strength is weakness?)

Queen Lucy … look at Aslan! Look at Aslan! His resources are sufficient and the battle already is won.

(It is finished, Tara. It is finished.)

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PS
Other misc. movie thoughts …

– I never would’ve thought that a CGI animatronics lion’s eyes could make me cry.

– Did anyone else see the look on the White Witch’s face right before she died? Like she saw Aslan’s goodness and compassion and presumed that He would not destroy her. Right before she died. Right before He killed her forever.

You know … I really don’t want to die apart from Christ. I really don’t want to go to Hell. So why do I continue in my sin???!!!

In my Bible study this morning, my Reformation/ESV study notes reminded me that my election is confirmed by my fruit. But I sure don’t feel like my fruit is where it should be. I feel like my sword is three inches long and my enemies (within!) are monstrously huge.

Guess that’s why I need a Savior. The Savior. Amen.