Inspired by Caroline
After reading Caro's quotes from A Horse and His Boy, I wanted to reread the Narnia series. Our school has them and as I've been reading, I wanted to share, but . . . anyways, here's a nugget enjoyed. From The Silver Chair, just after Jill and Eustace and Puddlegum, who sees the world with optimistic pessivism, finally found Prince Rilian deep underground, the evil Witch shows up and starts weaving her subtle spells over all four. She had them nodding and mumbling that there was no overworld, no sun, and almost that there was no Aslan. Puddlegum, struggled against this haze and bravely stomped on her enchanting fire , and "There's nothing quite like a good shock of pain for dissolving certain kinds of magic."
"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's the funny thing, when yhou come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So, . . . we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's small loss if the world's as dull a place as you say."
What devotion, tenacity, faith. To cling to hope even if it looks like it looks like complete madness.
We have so much to hope for and rejoice in, but all through faith. A co-worker here is intelligent and educated, and also depressed and finding life to be futile and empty. I can't blame him. Without faith in God, this is a very bleak and pointless world.
And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins. . . . . If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men. 1 Cor 15: 17, 19
Do I truely live my life that it could be considered madness and a pitiful waste, if (hypothetically) Christ had not been raised?
