
In C. S. LEWIS' children story, "The Silver Chair", Jill, a little girl from our world, accidentally stumbles into the world of Narnia. She is extremely thirsty and comes upon a stream. But a Lion, Aslan, is sitting by the stream. She is terrified. Aslan says to her, "If you are thirsty, you may drink.'' She doesn't move.
"Then drink,'' said the Lion.
"May I, could I, would you mind going away while I do?'' said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And, as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked a whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to do anything to me, if I do come?'' said Jill.
"I make no promise,'' said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat girls?'' she asked.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,'' said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
"I daren't come and drink,'' said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst,'' said the Lion.
"Oh dear!'' said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.''
"There is no other stream,'' said the Lion.
I was thinking of this story on Monday night when I read an A. W. Tozer quote: “The voice of God is a friendly voice. No one need fear to listen to it unless he has already made up his mind to resist it”. I began to wonder if my impression of God had become a little too friendly and familiar. Have I lost a reverence and fear of the Lion of Judah?

