"'You have a traitor there, Aslan,' said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he'd been through and after the talk he'd had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn't seem to matter what the Witch said."
I will unashamedly admit I cried when I read that. C.S. Lewis wrote some heavy stuff for a children's book! I will also admit that I hated Edmund just as much as I did several years ago when I saw the movie, maybe even more. There were a couple moments when I tore my hair out, I was so frustrated at him. He sold the Beavers, his brother and sisters for some Turkish delight? I may like a good pizookie every now and then, but Edmund had to be absolutely ridiculous and selfish to spite them. But then I got to this part, after Aslan rescues Edmund and talks with him quietly. It is the "after" that matters much more than what happened before. It is when Aslan, the dangerous yet kind lion, is so radiantly wonderful that Edmund has no desire but to look at him. This has been one of the best years of my life. I love my routines and daily tasks, my friends (both little and big), and my family. I love loving Him. Knowing the Lord, at this stage of my life, is like knowing Aslan. He is a roaring lion, dangerous and unsafe for my world, but loving and gentle just the same. He takes me into His velvety paws and breathes life into my soul. Knowing all of this, you'd think I would be like Lucy. I'd like to think I am. However, there have been times where I traded real Kingdom treasures for some Turkish delight, just as Edmund did. The entire conflict in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe hinged on Edmund's insatiable desire for Turkish delight. He was so dissatisfied that he trailed after the White Witch for another morsel. (Talk about Stockholm syndrome!) I resonate with Edmund. I am a glutton for Turkish delight. Yet once Aslan saw Edmund, he had compassion on him. He loved him. He died for Edmund and his penchant for Turkish delight. Glad I can be an Edmund, and that I can fix my eyes on Aslan no matter what the Witch calls me, and no matter how many times I turn to Turkish delight. Hey, free indeed is the one the Son sets free!
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