Sunday, September 18, 2005 AD Gone Garver It's time for me to take another break. My archives are still here. My blogroll is currently here, but will disappear in a few days. I've kept an excruciatingly abbreviated list of links on my home page, and I may cut out the last few blogs altogether. I still plan to keep building my song database, in case that interests you.
But between them and the foot of the sky there was something so white on the green grass that even with their eagles’ eyes they could hardly look at it. They came on and saw that it was a Lamb.
“Come and have breakfast,” said the Lamb in its sweet milky voice.
Then they noticed for the first time that there was a fire lit on the grass and fish roasting on it. They sat down and ate the fish, hungry now for the first time in many days. And it was the most delicious food they had ever tasted.
“Please, Lamb,” said Lucy, “is this the way to Aslan’s country?”
“Not for you,” said the Lamb. “For you the door into Aslan’s country is from your own world.”
“What!” said Edmund. “Is there a way into Aslan’s country from our world too?”
“There is a way into my country from all the worlds,” said the Lamb; but as he spoke his snowy white flushed into a tawny gold and his size changed and he was Aslan himself, towering above them and scattering light from his mane.
“Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?”
“I shall be telling you all the time,” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder. And now come; I will open the door in the sky and send you to your own land.”
“Please, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. And oh, do, do, do make it soon.”
“Dearest,” said Aslan very gently, “you and your brother will never come back to Narnia.”
“Oh, Aslan!” said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.
“You are too old, children,” said Aslan, “and you must begin to come close to your own world now.”
“It isn’t Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are - are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan, “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
(C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader)
In my case, I must begin to come close to my own church now. I have known His bride a little in the cyberworld, and now I must learn to know her better in the flesh. In order to do that, I need to stop stealing time from her to spend online like some junkie thieving money from his mother's purse to get a hit. That means I will not be spending time on forums or on many other blogs, either.
Say a prayer for me that I survive detox, and rejoice with me that I now have a church home where I finally feel secure enough to kick the habit.
Thank you for reading, and may God richly bless you. Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 9/18/2005 07:40:00 PM
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