Narniacs. We loved Narnia. We listened to Focus on the Family’s Radio Theatre productions continuously in our minivan. Bailey even took on a slightly British accent from listening so much.
While a few of the books in the Chronicles of Narnia series may have received more acclaim, my personal favorite is The Horse and His Boy.
[Shasta] turned and raced for the gate in the green wall which, now for the first time, he remembered seeing…Beyond the pool was a little low house of stone roofed with deep and ancient thatch. . . . “Are—are—are you,” panted Shasta, “are you King Lune of Archenland?” The old man shook his head. “No,” he replied in a quiet voice, “I am the Hermit of the Southern March. And now, my son, waste no time on questions, but obey…If you run now, without a moment’s rest, you will still be in time to warn King Lune.”
Shasta’s heart fainted at these words for he felt he had no strength left. And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. But all he said out loud was:
“Where is the King?”
I relate to Shasta. I relate to feeling spent, but being asked to push further. To feeling alone. To feeling like I am at the end of my rope.
There was a point last winter where I was on the cell phone with Todd relating disappointing news from a call with Chloe’s doctor as he pulled into my dad’s driveway, at the house that we had just fixed up for sale, to find water pouring down through the basement and garage.
In the spring, with high hopes for healing through a procedure, instead Chloe faced additional hospitalizations, tests and ultimately, additional “unwelcome” diagnoses.
“I do think I must be the most unfortunate boy in the whole world. Everything goes right for everyone except me,” Shasta said.
After listening to Shasta’s laments, Aslan replied, “I do not call you unfortunate.”
“Don’t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions?” Shasta asked Aslan.
“There was only one lion,” Aslan told Shasta. “I was the lion.”
Aslan then tells Shasta that all the time he was with him, looking after him, working all those unfortunate situations for Shasta’s good.
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
With chronic conditions like inflammatory bowel disease and primary scleroscing cholangitis, flares can come on quickly, shaking away normal life. Even when the disease is under control, it is hard to relax or rest because I feel the need to prepare for things to change.
However, Chloe is in remission. I need to rejoice. She looks and feels well. She had a wonderful Make-a-Wish trip on the Disney Dream. She will have bloodwork done next week to look at her liver enzymes, her inflammation markers and some other measures.
Right now. Chloe is healthy.
Even with possible changing circumstances, I am not unfortunate.
Rejoice in the Lord always. Fear not.
Psalm 46:8, 11
Come and see what the Lord has done…The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Happy are the people whose god is the Lord.