“Then her face lit up till, for a moment (but of course she didn’t know it), she looked almost as beautiful as that other Lucy in the picture, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, the Lion, the highest of all High Kings. And he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane. And from the low, earthquake-like sound that came from inside him, Lucy even dared to think that he was purring.”
In The Chronicles of Narnia Aslan is a type of Jesus, our King of kings and Lord of lords. So often I’ve wished for a formula I could recite that would make Jesus visible to me. If that were to happen, I don’t know how I’d react. Would I be incredulous, fall on my face in adoration, or would I react as Lucy did? I likely won’t find out until I join him in his kingdom of heaven, but considering it is fun.
As indescribably wonderful as that will be, Jesus gave us something even better; he gave us the Way to our heavenly Father, which was himself! And as for meeting him personally, we don’t have to wait for our heavenly reward or say enchanted words; we can talk to him and hug him any time we want, but internally! Those things, and many more, are his gifts to those who obediently follow him.
But, what about the part where you get to see him in the flesh? He’s even given that to us, though more subtle, and far more tangible, than a single appearence. At this very moment, Jesus is visible in his earthly body, the church.
Haven’t seen him? Try getting new glasses, with love and faith as the prescription.
Of course, not every face you see at church radiates Christ, but sorting them out is not up to you. Think of Jesus’ parable of the wheat and the tares. The farmer wouldn’t let his workers weed out the tares, but ordered them to wait until the harvest, when they were fully grown and easy to differentiate from the Wheat. Jesus said, “The one who sows the good seed is the Son of Man.” Only he, and the angels he sends to reap the harvest, are qualified to separate the weeds from the wheat. Our job is simply to trust the Farmer to weed out his church.
Narnia’s Queen Lucy was overjoyed to see her King of kings, and we have just that sort of joy available to us, if we obey our King of kings.