Spine-Tingling Words

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Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane

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C.S. Lewis is a genius. Just throwing that out there. When I get to heaven I want to play ultimate frisbee with him, J.R.R. Tolkein, Count Zinzendorf, and Mother Teresa. My buddy Clive Staples and Mother Teresa and I are going to tear it up. But J.R.R. might have to play on the other team because honestly, how cool would it be for Aslan to go up against Gandalf in a good-natured frisbee scrap?

Okay. Getting off topic now.

I watched The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe last night for about the hundredth time. And while watching it, as he tends to do, God pointed something out. Remember the scene where Peter is facing off against Maugrim by the river, defending his sisters? He’s outnumbered and the dark wolf is growling lies in his direction. Telling him that this situation is going to be the same as the last time they faced off. Nothing is going to change. He’s a weak little boy. Etcetera, etcetera.

And then Aslan comes in with his armies, pinning the other wolf – but leaving Peter to face Maugrim on his own.

That surprises me. So often when I’m under attack by the devil I want God to rush in with his armies and wipe out every foe for me. Or at least, that’s how I hope and pray.

And sometimes, that’s exactly what happens. Oftentimes, though, it seems like I’m on my own, staring down a snarling wolf with a sword I barely know how to use but pull out at every opportunity nonetheless. Wondering where God is when the wolf keeps snapping and snarling those lies at me.

When I watched the movie last night, God seemed to remind me that he’s right there, with his big massive paw on the neck of the other wolf and all his armies behind him. Waiting for me, watching me, rooting for me. Giving me the chance to learn to use that weapon while surrounded by safety.

And when the enemy leaps and impales himself on that weapon, God tells the little minion to run back to its master and tell him to fear me. Then He comes to me, brimming with love and pride, and says well done. This is the start of a new adventure, new authority, new battles that will be more difficult than the last.

But my commander-in-chief knows what he is doing. And I have all the armies behind me. So that little demon had better run and tell his master to fear me. I know whose I am. And I’m learning to use this sword more and more each day.

Can you hear His words, so powerful, so true, dripping with approval and affection?

Rise, Sir Peter Wolfsbane. Knight of Narnia.

Rise.