I’m up in Portland, Oregon, visiting my parents in the home I grew up in. It’s always intriguing to me how places that seemed so large as a child, or distances that seemed so long, now seem so much smaller or shorter. After living in Southern California for so long, where it took me almost 2 hours to drive from my home to the airport (in a lot of traffic) this morning, then the 15 minute ride from the Portland airport to my parents’ home (in a little bit of traffic) felt really short. But growing up, going to the airport was “a long ride”. My siblings and I used to play all kinds of games in our “huge” backyard when we were kids, but walking around out there this afternoon, it looked somehow different and not like the “vast land of adventure” that I remember.
Why is that? What changes in my perspective that makes all these familiar places seem smaller or different? It’s not that they are actually smaller, but perhaps my world has gotten larger and therefore some things don’t seem as big as they once felt.
But if that’s true, then it must work the other way also. As I grow in relationship with God and realize more and more of my limitations and weakness and sin, He becomes increasingly “larger.”
That was Lucy’s experience also, in Prince Caspian, one of the Chronicles of Narnia.
A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all round it. And then—oh joy! For He was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.
But for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but Lucy never thought of that. She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.
“Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan,” sobbed Lucy. “At last.”
The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell, half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warm breath came all round her. She gazed up into the large wise face.
“Welcome, child,” he said.
“Aslan,” said Lucy, “you’re bigger.”
“That is because you are older, little one,” answered he.
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”
For a time she was so happy that she did not want to speak. But Aslan spoke…
May you also find God bigger and bigger as His greatness satisfies your heart more and more each day.