Returning Home.
“You see, we’re all poor gnomes from Bism whom the Witch has called up here by magic to work for her. But we’d forgotten all about it till that crash came and the spell broke. We didn’t know who we were or where we belonged. We couldn’t do anything, or think anything, except what she put into your heads. And it was glum and gloomy things she put there all those years. I’ve nearly forgotten how to make a joke or dance a jig. But the moment that bang came and the chasm opened and the sea began rising, it all came back. And of course we all set off as quick as we could to get down the crack and home to our own place.” -Golg. (CS Lewis, The Silver Chair)
Sometimes I think we have forgotten whose we really are. Where we come from. Every day, our heads are filled with ‘glum and gloomy’ things – we have forgotten how to sing and dance and create and work and adventure for the pure joy of Living, (Living, with a capital ‘L’, meaning being His.) We are loved by the Creator of the universe. A Good Creator. A Creator of perfect Love. No darkness… “The Life-Light was the real thing: Every person entering Life he brings into Light. He was in the world, the world was there through Him, and yet the world didn’t even notice.” -John 1:9-10 … but because of the loud ‘crash’, we too are now free to walk in the Light. “But Jesus, again crying out loudly, breathed his last. At that moment, the Temple curtain was ripped in two, top to bottom. There was an earthquake, and rocks were split in pieces.” -Matthew 27:50-52
Emmanuel, God with us, came here to show us just how much He loves us – He would and did die for us. We are loved. The spell has been broken – new Life awaits anyone willing to receive His Goodness… We can return Home!