yesterday Rich preached on heaven.  and he read this exerpt from
The Last Battle, the final book in CS Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia
series.  It’s really amazing…:
“Those hills,” said Lucy, “the
nice woody ones and the blue ones behind – aren’t they very like the southern
border of Narnia?”

            “Like!” cried Edmund after a moment’s silence.  “Why they’re exactly like.  Look, there’s Mount
Pire with his forked head, and there’s
the pass into Archenland and everything!”

            “And yet they’re not like,” said Lucy.  “They’re different.  They have more colours on them and they look
further away than I remembered and they’re more…more…oh, I don’t know…”

            “More like the real thing,” said the Lord Digory

            Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared
thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the

            “Kings and Queens,” he cried, “we
have all been blind.  We are only
beginning to see where we are.  From up
there I have seen it all – Ettinsmuir, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair
Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea.  Narnia is not dead.  This is Narnia.” 

            “But how can it be?” said Peter.  “For Aslan told us older ones that we should
never return to Narnia, and here we are.”

            “Yes,” said Eustace. 
“And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out.”

            “And it’s all so different,” said Lucy.

            “The Eagle is right,” said the Lord Digory.  “Listen, Peter.  When Aslan said you could never go back to
Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of.  But that was not the real Narnia.  That had a beginning and an end.  It was only a shadow or a copy of the real
Narnia, which has always been here and always will be here: just as our own
world, England
and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan’s real world.  You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy.  All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the
dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door.  And of course it is different; as different
as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream.” …

            The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia
was like that.  The new one was a deeper
country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant
more.  I can’t describe it any better
than that: if you ever get there, you will know what I mean. 

            It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was
feeling.  He stamped his right forehoof
on the ground and neighed and then cried: “I
have come home at last!  This is my real
country!  I belong here.  This is the land I have been looking for all
my life, though I never knew it till now. 
The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a
little like this.”


2 thoughts on “

  1. Welcome to C.S. Lewis’ Platonism. Earlier in the book, Digory says something to the effect:  “Plato! It’s all in Plato! What are they teaching you children?” Anyway, Forms are cool…..(philosophy nerd signs off)

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