|June 2021 COME FURTHER UP, COME FURTHER IN!|
|n The Last Battle, the final book in C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, Lewis depicts the end of Narnia…and entering the new Narnia. An excerpt follows.|
It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different — deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. 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 ever you get there you will know what I mean.
It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed, and then he 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 is sometimes looked a little like this. Bree-hee-hee! Come further up, come further in!”
He shook his mane and sprang forward into a great gallop — a Unicorn’s gallop, which, in our world, would have carried him out of sight in a few moments. But now a most strange thing happened. Everyone else began to run, and they found, to their astonishment, that they could keep up with him: not only the Dogs and the humans but even fat little Puzzle and short-legged Poggin the Dwarf. The air flew in their faces as if they were driving fast in a car without a windscreen. The country flew past as if they were seeing it from the windows of an express train. Faster and faster they raced, but no one got hot or tired or out of breath.
1Let us rejoice that we have the hope of a new earth where we will dwell with our Lord Jesus Christ forever.
|“But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens|
and a new earth in which righteousness dwells.”2 PETER 3:13 (ESV)
|1 C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle, HarperTrophy, 2000, pp. 195-197.|
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A Wind Through Reed’s Prayer
I have seen a place where we all rise,
where music awaits that lifts clouds to skies.
All of the heavens are opened by a Gate,
there in the roam of a Paradise state.
Kept by a sweetness, I felt someone near-
all of life’s friendships, everyone dear.
Touched by such heart-songs, there I could dance
all of the songs that seemed from life’s trance.
Here in the midst of such love, I was called
in the joy of a river that worshiped, enthralled.
Stepping out from all that keeps us astray
a Threshold beckoned and swept me away.
There were no tears in this quiet place bright.
Sunshine of warmth beckoned all towards the Light.
I cast off a shoe, then the other, then free-
Soon I was dancing with another like me.
I remember the Motion that swept through me there
cast like some other; like a wind through reed’s prayer.
This from a roam at some heavenly Gate
I rose to a journey in the Spirit’s elate.
© 2019 Linda Willows
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep in Jesus.