Advent 4


This wasn’t the view on my run but it’s the only photo I have of what the sun was doing on my run…

Today the wonder hit me as I drove down the road, pondering friends who were going through tough times, wishing I could do more to help. The wonder came in the realisation that I had Someone who I could lift them up to. Someone who knows what it’s like down here. Someone who came and lived and promised to come back.  Whatever the mysteries of how prayer works the crazy reality is that there is Someone who cares deeply about my friends and who has everlasting arms of love, grace and redemption to wrap around them in this broken life we live. Advent draws me deep into the reality of that wondrous story. And fact or fiction, I’m with Puddleglum from The Silver Chair part of the Chronicles of Narnia…

“But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.”

Also. Running again for the first time in a week, back over the downs, watching the sunlight tear holes in the clouds and cast spotlights of bright on the grass below. Insane wonder is all around.

And you?


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