I read the following passage from C.S.Lewis' The Horse and His Boy to the children this morning. It was one of those spine-tingly moments as Shasta, lost in a dark forest, meets 'a Voice' and then discovers it is a Lion (who we know is Aslan). It's a beautiful picture of meeting the Lord Jesus.
Shasta was no longer afraid that the Voice belonged to something that would eat him, nor that it was the voice of a ghost. But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too.
....He knew the night was over at last...A golden light fell on them from the left. He thought it was the sun......He turned and saw, pacing beside him, taller than the horse, a Lion...It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful.
.....Shasta knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the emperor-over-the-Sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion's face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet. He couldn't say anything but then he didn't want to say anything, and he knew he needn't say anything.
...The High King above all Kings stooped towards him. ...He lifted his face and their eyes met. Then instantly the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion rolled themselves together into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. He was alone with the horse on a grassy hillside under a blue sky. And there were birds singing.
Shasta was no longer afraid that the Voice belonged to something that would eat him, nor that it was the voice of a ghost. But a new and different sort of trembling came over him. Yet he felt glad too.
....He knew the night was over at last...A golden light fell on them from the left. He thought it was the sun......He turned and saw, pacing beside him, taller than the horse, a Lion...It was from the Lion that the light came. No one ever saw anything more terrible or beautiful.
.....Shasta knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the emperor-over-the-Sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion's face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet. He couldn't say anything but then he didn't want to say anything, and he knew he needn't say anything.
...The High King above all Kings stooped towards him. ...He lifted his face and their eyes met. Then instantly the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion rolled themselves together into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. He was alone with the horse on a grassy hillside under a blue sky. And there were birds singing.
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