Waiting for Aslan

“WHAT an extraordinary place!” cried Lucy. “All those stone animals – and people too! It’s – it’s like a museum.”

“Hush,” said Susan, “Aslan’s doing something.”

…..Everywhere the statues were coming to life. The courtyard looked no longer like a museum; it looked more like a zoo. Creatures were running after Aslan and dancing round him till he was almost hidden in the crowd. Instead of all that deadly white the courtyard was now a blaze of colours; glossy chestnut sides of centaurs, indigo horns of unicorns, dazzling plumage of birds, reddy-brown of foxes, dogs and satyrs, yellow stockings and crimson hoods of dwarfs; and the birch-girls in silver, and the beech-girls in fresh, transparent green, and the larch-girls in green so bright that it was almost yellow. And instead of the deadly silence the whole place rang with the sound of happy roarings, brayings, yelpings, barkings, squealings, cooings, neighings, stampings, shouts, hurrahs, songs and laughter.” from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe


On our weekend walks we pass by some amazing houses. Each one is different in color, size and style. Each one with character and charm: wrap-around front porches on some, outside spiral staircases to rooftops on others, gilded turrets on still more. They are blue, white, deep orange, and green. They have gardens and window boxes full of flowers, driveways and wide porches.

It is a treat for the eyes just to look at them.

One of the houses we aren’t able to describe. It sits down a hill closer to the ocean. Large trees block the view and it’s clear by the No Trespassing sign that strangers are not welcome. A large plot of land opposite the driveway belongs to the house as well and in recent years the land was developed. Trees were removed and the land is now sculpted with bushes, plants and flowers all artistically pre-arranged so they fit in with large rocks in the area.

But that is not enough.

This year the owners have introduced stone statues of animals.

We first saw a haughty ostrich at least 10 feet tall, its neck rising above its body.

Next we saw a proud lion on a rock.

Then we saw a lioness.

And her cubs.

They stand, poised to pounce and play. But they can’t for they have no life. They are merely stone and granite statues fashioned by a talented artist.

These stone animals remind me of the castle of the White Witch, Queen of Narnia, where “Her Imperial Majesty Jadis, Queen of Narnia, Chatelaine of Cair Paravel, Empress of the Lone Islands” turns her enemies into stone and they sit in a large courtyard, seemingly forever trapped under a curse. Moments before they offended the queen these animals and people were fully alive with a purpose ordained by their creator. Then through the curse of this queen, they became stone.

They are waiting for Aslan.

I think of how like these stone statues I am at times. Hard. Immoveable. Lifeless. Paralyzed. Stationary. Like I’m waiting for Aslan

In Narnia Aslan is on the move and the stone statues are not beyond his reach. The breath of Aslan touches the statues and moves them from cold, grey stone to living, breathing reality full of color, movement and life. They become who they were created to be – the strength and glory of the Lion in their bearing.

I sit stationary, praying for the breath of the Spirit of God. Just one breath is enough to be fully alive.








3 thoughts on “Waiting for Aslan

  1. Via email Comment from Judith Birkey who blogs at http://naughtbutgood.blogspot.com/

    The Lions Club in Kingsport TN spearheaded a Braille Trail (which sighted kids can enjoy too) on a Narnia theme. Here’s a link to an article. A quick google search of images will show some more. Such a neat idea!

    A reviewer on TripAdvisor wrote: ” Walk through the fur coats in the wardrobe and follow a little pathway while imagining that you are Peter, Susan, Edmund or Lucy. Meet Mr. Tumnus and visit the beavers’ house. Stand in awe at the deeper magic of the broken stone table and search for the white stag before you leave again through the coats in the wardrobe. It’s a cool little adventure for C.S. Lewis fans of all ages that takes about 20 minutes”



    1. Marilyn, I’ve been following your blog these past months and have enjoyed every one of them. You live in the area of the US where I was born and raised. I miss it. I’ve lived in the Florida (not a good time), and the Midwest most of my adult life with a brief time in Kenya ( a healing and great time). After teaching at Rift, I’ve a better understanding and love for “Third Culture” people…As for this post about Narnia, I just couldn’t agree more with your thoughts. Even though I’m a “seasoned” Believer, I too, find I need to have the breath of the Holy Spirit breathed on me at times…when I’ve become to busy or preoccupied with myself. Thank you for writing and keep it up. Enjoy the ocean…while I have Lake Michigan to watch, it still is not the same. Nancy


      1. Oh Nancy – thank you for writing! I love your words about Kenya being a healing and great time for you. And you were totally surrounded by the unruly and hard to describe tribe of Third culture people as you call them! When I first started blogging i wrote a post called Confessions of a Middle Aged faith and your comment made me think of that. Yes, yes to the breath of the Holy Spirit. It’s so easy to brush it away and remain stationary, comfortable yet not really comfortable.

        I just realized that you commented on another post a while back about Rockport. Funny I was just thinking about your comment this past weekend as I realized I never responded. It is a place of such peace for me! Please let me know if you’re in this area – I would love to have you stay in the condo for a couple of days during the week. (Selfish about weekends :) that’s when we use it) and I’m truly serious about this offer.


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