Spring is Coming

I apologize to whatever readers I have for my dreadful lack of writing lately. Life circumstances have conspired against me to leave me with little time for writing and this means that though I have been writing there has been little visible fruit. I have been working on some of my stories (they aren’t ready for the light of day yet) and a rather lengthy blog entry on the course of my relationship with Melanie to share some of the lessons I have learned, blessings I have received, and to answer all of the questions people have had about our betrothal. So despite whatever craziness or daily drudgery I may face in the next few weeks I promise the new post, and perhaps eventually the stories, will be presented for you.

I must say though that my life has been quite good of late. I had a good summer, an amazing trip to spend time with my girl and her family in Slovakia, I have my money for school, I have a good job I can work half time during the semester, I have housemates, and I have good friends and family. God is good.

On the other hand my immediate and extended family could use a lot of prayer right now. I shan’t go into all the details now but your spiritual support will be felt and greatly appreciated because sometimes in life you have no idea what is going on, sometimes you have absolutely no clue what God is doing or why. At times like these I often fall back on one simple phrase.


“Aslan is On the Move!”


It is repeated amongst my family and friends as an encouragement, a rally cry, a prayer and a benediction, almost as if it were a magic spell. This simple set of five paltry words, never fails to inspire in my body and soul a profound effect, but rather than trying to explain it to you myself I shall give you the words of the one who coined the phrase.

‘Here the Beaver’s voice sank into silence and (…) it added in a low whisper- “They say Aslan is on the move (…) 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 to lovely to put into words, that makes the dream so beautiful 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 feel you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.’

So when the world looks bleak, and hope seems dim, take up the cry “Aslan is on the move!” Remind yourself and all around not to lose heart because: “It’s no good, Son of Adam, (…) no good your trying, of all people. But now that Aslan is on the move (…) He’ll settle (things) all right (…)

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of His roar, sorrows will be no more,
When He bares His teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring
again!

“You’ll understand when you see Him.”

To the King!