""Oh, oh, oh!" cried the two girls, rushing back to the Table.
"Oh, it's too bad," sobbed Lucy; "they might have left the body alone."
"Who's done it?" cried Susan. "What does it mean? Is it magic?"
"Yes!" said a great voice behind their backs. "It is more magic." They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan Himself."
C.S. Lewis said of J.R.R. Tolkien's
The Lord of the Rings trilogy, "Here are beauties that pierce like swords and burn like cold iron." While that was true of the gloriously intricate world of Middle-Earth, was also true of the land of Narnia. While I cry over
The Lord of the Rings,
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe was the first book I ever cried over. I will probably always have a vivid memory of curling up in my bed one winter night to read that book and weeping when Aslan died and then weeping more still when He came back to life.
Thursday I found that the story still has that same effect on me as I read it to my brothers. I was doing great until Susan and Lucy turned around to behold the newly risen Aslan. Then I had to stop reading for a moment so I could swallow a sob and wipe the tears out of my eyes.
Its seems strange that a fairy-tale could have such a great affect on me. But then I thought that the stories which have the most profound affects on us are often the ones that reflect reality the clearest. I do not think C.S. Lewis meant for Narnia to allegorical. He once said people drew parallels from his stories he wished he had thought of on his own. But because of his Christianity, stories of love a sacrifice still found their way into his writing. And my own faith enables me to see and cherish the truths found in Narnia. Thus I weep over them.