I am guilty of a great many things (not posting often enough on my own blog chief among them).
One of my "guilts" that I tend to keep to myself is the power that music, television, and film hold over me. I don't mean that in the "I watch too much TV" way that you might be thinking, although that is probably true as well.
I mean that I have a severe emotional connection with music, television, and film. Most of my truly "emotional moments" are directly inspired by one of these media.
I could list hundreds of songs (and I may actually do this on here someday) that have brought me to tears over the years. I can't watch Bye, Bye Love without getting all choked up. I get angry while I watch the beginning of The Patriot. It's just how I'm wired.
So, today will mark the first of, hopefully, a long series of posts where I will share with you how pop culture has moved me that day.
As I'm flippin' channels, trying to avoid the fifth airing of Sportscenter and putting off actually preparing breakfast (long story for another entry), I come across The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. I happened upon the great battle scene as Peter, Susan, Edmund, & Caspian are waging war against their invaders.
They are struggling against their enemy.
They need a miracle.
They need a savior.
They are waiting for ... their little sister, Lucy.
It is Lucy who has the faith, the patience, the trust to seek out their one true savior, Aslan the Lion. (If you've never read the books or seen the films, Aslan is clearly portrayed as an allegory for Jesus Christ)
Lucy finally encounters Aslan face-to-face, and they have a profound exchange that really hit home to me.
Lucy: I knew it was you! The whole time, I knew it! But, the others didn't believe me.
Aslan: And why would that stop you from coming to me?
Lucy: I'm sorry. I was too scared to come alone. Why wouldn't you show yourself? Why couldn't you come roaring in and save us like last time?
So often, I feel like Lucy.
"I knew it was (God)".
But I'm waiting for confirmation, waiting for someone to go there with me, waiting for a miracle, too scared to come alone.
God simply asks what Aslan asked, "And why would that stop you from coming to me?"
(Spoiler alert: The giant talking lion awakened the giant walking trees ... which chased the bad guys down to the river ... where the giant water guy drowned them all ... the talking sword-wielding mouse got his tail back ... and they all lived happily ever after ... at least until the next book.)
