Today I watched the Chronicles of Narnia, and all I can say is "I love Aslan!" I love the way He makes me see Jesus so much more clearly. I've been a Christian for probably at least 20 years, and it's still easy to forget what I really believe about the character and personality of the one I say I follow-Jesus. The scene of Aslan's death is done so powerfully. He walks up the middle between all these disgusting, ugly demonic creatures that are taunting Him, making fun of Him, and then He willingly lays down His life. He takes the shame allowing His glory, symbolized by his mane, to be cut away. Wow! There's something that cuts me so deep in that scene in a good way. I love when the Stone Table cracks in two and Aslan shines forth resurrected because of the deeper magic. He is the one willing to be sacrificed who conquers death.

One of my favourite parts though is when the wicked witch tries to complain to Aslan about how can she trust him to keep his promise and he just lets out a roar that absolutely silences her. I cannot stand that woman. I confess I love women warriors, but what struck me about her is her utter lack of compassion and mercy for anyone. She is a near perfect representation of what we Christians refer to as the "Devil." She snags Edmund in with "Turkish delight," something that appeals to his desires and promises position and power over his friends and family, that he wasn't getting along with very well. Edmund messes up once or is not useful to her, and she binds him up and he is left in a cold, dark dungeon with little to eat. Why do we give ourselves to this evil?

The last thing that struck me is how Aslan brings life. He breathes life into the statues the wicked witch had frozen. He makes winter end and spring flowers grow. His troops and their camp are arrayed in colour and his followers are beautiful creatures of all kinds from rhinos to eagles, to cheetahs. Aslan is the one I will follow.