As I continue my tutelage under the writings of C. S. Lewis, I am also reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to my children. We recently read the wonderful scene in the home of the Beavers, where the tired, cold and bedraggled Pevensie children have a hot meal of fresh trout, potatoes, creamy butter, “gloriously sticky” marmalade rolls and tea (Mr. Beaver imbibed beer, or at least one frothy pint) . After a satisfying meal, Mr. Beaver reclines with his pipe and proceeds to tell the children about Narnia and Aslan.
When asked who—or what—is Aslan, Mr. Beaver states: “Aslan is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.” Both Susan and Lucy ask, “Is he—quite safe?”
Mr. Beaver candidly replies, “Safe? Don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
“I’m longing to see him,” said Peter.
What a beautiful portrait of God; He is not safe, but He is good. How I long to see Him!