Something I love to do before the start of a new school year is reread a book series I cherished as a kid. One year I did the Pendragon series, another year I did the Harry Potter series, it’s always been something I have really enjoyed. This year I am rereading the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, and boy do I love it.
I have truly loved doing this because it has given me some newer insights into the characters I loved and the stories I was a part of when I was a kid. As I am getting older and wiser I start to see some deeper things in these insights.
This week I started the Chronicles of Narnia, with The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. And this idea of trust has weighed heavily with me.
Honestly, I freaking hated Edmund as a character when I was a kid. He was the worst. Betrayed his family, believed a liar, was literally a horrible person.
But as I am rereading this story I see myself more and more like Edmund than I would care to admit. Let me explain…
There is this iconic scene between Edmund and the White Witch towards the beginning of the story where the White Witch draws Edmund into conversation by preparing “a jeweled cup full of something that steamed” which Edmund drinks cautiously but then is smitten with the warmth and drinks it gladly. The White Witch then asks Edmund what he would like to eat and Edmund asks for Turkish Delight. She obliges and gives him some through magic, all is normal enough until we see that Edmund has become obsessive with eating this food.
“At last the Turkish Delight was all finished and Edmund was looking very hard at the empty box and wishing that she would ask him whether he would like some more. Probably the Queen knew quite well what he was thinking; for she knew, though Edmund did not, that anyone who had once tasted it would want more and more of it, and would even, if they were allowed, go on eating it till they killed themselves. But she did not offer him anymore.”
–The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
Talk about some sneakiness right there. So I’m reading this and what is immediately going through my mind is, “Whoa. I am totally Edmund.. I am easily satisfied by simple desires and when it is gone I will wait until I can fill myself even more with it.”
Satan gives me that Turkish Delight and I take it willingly because I asked for it. And if I had the choice to just gorge on this Turkish Delight I will. It can even go to extremes of betraying people and becoming the worst person just to get some more of that Turkish Delight.
Okay, now I’m not actually talking about Turkish Delight. But it’s the same concept with sex, drugs, money, etc.. we can SO easily gorge ourselves with these things. Mostly because we ask for it. We ask for it.
We see Satan do it all the time, or has the power to provide simple desires all the time. With the tree of knowledge, the temptation of Jesus.
I look back at times in my life where it has happened to me.
“Okay, cool Mitchell, Satan sucks, big news. But he still offers things.”
Yeah, he does. But God offers way more. WAY more. But we so love pressing that pause button on life because we know whatever that God gives us is going to change us. Where Satan is prideful in keeping us where we are, never changing.
God has a table of much better desserts and in fact, a whole feast.
Yeah, I guess I relate a lot more to Edmund than I previously thought..but Edmund was redeemed in some pretty awesome ways further into his storyline. (I’m not going to spoil it for those of you who have never chosen to read it).
I think as I’m rereading this series at this point in time I am seeing the dangers of pressing pause or taking a bite of some Turkish Delight, which is not what I want to do.
To learn to trust the TRUE voice of God and that He has bigger things for me. Learning that trusting a voice of compassion and strength, a personal God.
Today’s post is a bit shorter, but I am pleased with where it is. I got a bigger feast ahead of me and I am so excited for it. It’s going to be awesome. Two more weeks until school and then I’m in for a crazy ride for my last year of school. Crazy.