Sunday, September 17, 2006
c.s. lewis :)

   "When Christianity says that God loves man, it means that God loves man: not that He has some "disinterested", because really indifferent, concern for our welfare, but that, in awful and surprising truth, we are the objects of His love. You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoked, the "lord of terrible aspect", is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not the cold philanthropy of a conscientious magistrate, nor the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but the consuming fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist's love for his work and despotic as a man's love for a dog, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes."

The Problem of Pain, Chapter 3

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   "Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.

   "I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.

   "Then drink," said the Lion.

   "May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?", said Jill.

   The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realised that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.

   The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.

   "Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?", said Jill.

   "I make no promise", said the Lion.

   Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.

   "Do you eat girls?", she said.

   "I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms", said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

   "I daren't come and drink", said Jill.

   "Then you will die of thirst", said the Lion.

   "Oh dear!", said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."

   "There is no other stream", said the Lion.

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair, Chapter 2


Posted at 9/17/2006 5:49:22 pm by smizzle

 

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