I just attended the midnight advance screening of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. It was lovely – even more than what I had thought possible.
On the ride home, Daniel and I were discussing whether one should look at The Chronicles of Narnia as solely a great piece of fiction or whether to admit to the symbolism and imagery that mirrors strong truths of our Christian faith.
I’m not sure that we reached a decision or even a strong opinion because we were half-asleep and much more concerned with not running off the road. But I do know that Edmund’s selfish hunger for Turkish Delight (to the point that he betrayed those he loved best) was an accurate picture of our depraved souls.
While rounding the curvy roads in the thick fog tonight, and pondering everything I saw tonight – I flipped the radio to a station that I rarely listen to. My aunt Judy was singing and I couldn’t keep the tears back as she sang.
Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
Redeemed through His infinite mercy,
His Child and forever I am.
Watching Aslan give himself to save poor Edmund was powerful. Of course, Edmund had no idea of the cost of his actions and to be quite honest – his ungodly hunger for Turkish Delights probably didn’t go away with Aslan’s redemption.
But remembering redemption is a powerful thing.