The Beginning of the Holidays
They say Aslan is on the move – perhaps has already landed.
And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don’t understand but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning – either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer. ~ C.S. Lewis
I’ve heard it a lot these past few weeks: I used to love the baby in the manger, but then…
What happened then? Folks seem drawn to the baby in the manger but not to the man on the cross. Why do you suppose that is? It’s easy to say churchie things like they just aren’t called, or they’ve hardened their hearts.
It’s harder to say things like maybe they’ve tried to get to know Him by listening to me. Maybe they’ve seen too many performances and too little grace.
Maybe it’s because we paint a picture of a gift at Christmas and condemnation the rest of the year. Maybe it’s time to share that, at Christmas, the holiday is just beginning.