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Living on the Edge of Narnia
The Trip to Narnia
Curious Cullen Lukas couldn’t stand it any longer. Cautiously he opened the door to that big wardrobe. Looking about the room and seeing that nobody else was around, he then stepped inside the wardrobe. Pushing his way back through that wardrobe, crowded with coats and other such garments, he soon shivered from a cold draft, and struck by some prickly pine needles. Suddenly falling out of that wardrobe, he was plunged upon a fluffy patch of snow. Yet darkness, too, spread all around him.
“Br-r-r,” he said, hugging himself for warmth. As with all woods, so here too the trees lifted their branches toward the heavens. Through the darkness and falling snow, Cullen pushed on toward a beam of light piercing the cold night air. Curiously, he followed that beam, leading him to a single lamppost, “hmm,” right in the middle of that wood. He stood, eyeing it momentarily. The Light atop the post shined brightly, sending out its golden beam for miles, illuminating everything in its path.
Suddenly, frightened a bit by some shuffling sound, Cullen clasped that lamppost. Catching a glimpse of some creature, it too catching a glimpse of Cullen, both let out a frightened scream.
Yet despite their fear, the two introduced themselves to one another, and soon found each other quite friendly—Cullen, a human; the other creature, half man half animal. Eyeing the creature, Cullen asked politely, “What are you?”
“I’m a-a-a-a-a-a Nuaf,” Kha-mune, the half man half animal, stammered out. He then asked Cullen, “And you? How did you come here, to Narnia?”
“Well,” Cullen began to explain about that wardrobe, but then, being puzzled, he stopped and asked, “Narnia? What’s that?”
“You’re in it,” Kha-mune answered, and went on to describe the vastness of that land. “From the lamppost,” he said, pointing scanning the horizon, Cullen looking out through the vast expanse. “All the way to the Capitol in D.C.,” Kha-mune said, “to the Kremlin in Moscow; from Greenland’s icy waters to the tip of the African continent; from around the equator, every stick and stone, is Narnia.”
Then, Cullen at Kha-mune’s house for some tea and a sampling of Narnia’s chili, Kha-mune continued talking about his Narnia, his long beloved homeland, and how it has changed from what it was to its now corrupt habitat.
“It’s been dark and cold here for thousands of years,” Kha-mune began, “Ever since the evil one gained control of it all through his cunning and deceptive talk. His false promises of a more fulfilled life led many naïve ones astray to follow his ways and schemes. It’s dark and cold here all the time, even during the day.”
Continuing on, Kha-mune explained a bit more cheerily, “But it was not so in the beginning, when the Almighty Three-in-One Creator first made it, speaking it into being.
"You should see Narnia in the springtime,” Kha-mune said brightly, “All the trees blossoming, and the flowers and green grass, the babbling brooks and streams, sparkling waterfalls flowing down from the mountaintops; the mountains themselves, majestic; and on through the summer, autumn, and winter… hmm.”
Kha-mune paused, then continued, “It’s like a rotating mosaic art show, displaying the Creator’s handiwork throughout each year; all of His creatures—plants, animals, and humankind—praising Him who breathed into them the breath of life.
"Then, we all performed our tasks joyfully for His pleasure. Now,” Kha-mune sighed, “We toil at it,” he continued. “Everyone scratching out their own existence for themselves, their own way, for their pleasure—praising the Me, Myself, and I.”
“Ooh,” Cullen gasped, gazing out at the darkness, sensing the cold, “How dreary.”
“Yes, for now. How dreary indeed,” Kha-mune continued. “Yet, our hope is for that day when the evil one will finally be defeated, and we return to those glory days once again.”
“Hope?” Cullen inquired, “Meaning something you wish for?”
“Something we ‘wish’ for, yes,” Kha-mune answered. “But it’s a sure hope, something we know is coming. As that’s what the Creator has promised. He planted that lamppost there in the woods to assure us of that promise that a new day is coming. That Light sent out from there is the Truth, what the evil one hates, as it exposes his wicked intents, and assures us of the Creator’s promise for the defeat of the evil one, through the coming of others here, like yourself.”
“Uh, like myself?” Cullen repeated, shuddering.
Continuing on, Kha-mune explained, “Yes, those who will grasp that Light and carry it, speaking the Truth throughout Narnia, distilling the darkness and the cold. It’s the only way to defeat the evil one, with the precious Light of the Creator’s eternal Truth, carried by committed sent ones, yielded to His cause.”
“Like me?” Cullen questioned again, and then asked, “You mean you think I’m one of those who would dare speak of that Truth you’re talking about here, carrying that Light?”
“You’d better be,” Kha-mune replied. “The Creator is expecting it of you. He didn’t let you in here for any other purpose. He’s depending on you.”
“Me?” Again Cullen questioned. “But I don’t know,” pausing momentarily. Sighing deeply, he then continued, “I have my career to attend to; it takes so much of my time. You know. I gotta make a living; put bread on the table. I don’t even have time for occasional recreation and relaxation. I gotta keep at my business all the time.”
Then, Kha-mune challenged, “Give of yourself to the Creator and His cause, and He will care for you and give you the strength you need to carry that Light.”
“I just don’t know,” Cullen sighed again. He then stood to his feet, thanking Kha-mune for his hospitality, he said, “I really must go. Perhaps someone else will come in here to do it.”
“Who else?” Kha-mune pleaded. “The Creator needs all who comes this way. The evil one prowls about, seeking those he can devour, deceiving them, and causing great devastation and havoc in the land. Who will pursue him?”
Cullen left anyway. Yet, wandering aimlessly through the dark and cold of Narnia he lost his way. “Where’s that lamppost?” he asked himself. “Surely if I find that lamppost, I’ll get out of this desolation.”
As he tramped around lost, however, his life also flashed before him. He recognized also the existence of two very different worlds, as Kha-mune had shared: that of the evil one, where no goodness exists, and that of the Almighty Three-in-One Creator, where all goodness, true beauty, and peace resides—clashing with each other. It frightened him to exhaustion.
Suddenly awakened, Cullen rose from his sleep. Sweat beaded on his brow. “Whew, was I dreaming? It seemed so real,” thinking of it all as he sat on the edge of his bed, the words Narnia, Narnia, Narnia racing through his brain. I had to be dreaming.” Shortly he rose and showered; such cleansing just might also cleanse his mind from that stuff he had taken in through the night, he reasoned.
Then, upon leaving his home for to start another day, he glanced to the left of his front door. To his shocking discovery, there he saw it. Perhaps fifty feet away, down a clear path, there it stood, and he couldn’t believe his eyes—a lamppost in the middle of the wood.
Looking this way and that he saw no one else around and heard nothing, not even birds chirping or squirrels scampering about—silence. He was there—alone.
Then, curiously he slowly ventured toward that lamppost. Reaching it, he clutched it, still looking about. Still no one else was around, nor any sounds of any kind. Suddenly, still grasping that lamppost, he dropped to his knees.
At sundown that evening, upon retiring for the night, Cullen recalled the day’s events. He then realized, “I live in a wardrobe—on the edge of Narnia—here in my home, residing here comfortably and securely, safe from the schemes of the evil one.” He then also realized, “But I cannot stay here all the time. I have to venture out there through this wardrobe occasionally to attend to my business.”
Peering out the front door, he sighed, “Venturing out there,” a chill absorbed his bones, “into that cold dark world of mankind….” He could not imagine.
Then, clinging to his eternal hope when once again his native homeland—his Narnia— will all be restored to those long lost days of glory, he cried, “Almighty Three-in-One Creator, here am I, ready even to go into the cold and dark of Narnia with Your Truth and Light; I will carry it at any cost.”
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© 2016 Charles Newcombe