I don’t want to give anything away for you if you haven’t seen it. But, consider this a small spoiler alert. Lucy is the smallest of C.S. Lewis’ characters that travel back and forth between our world and Narnia. But, little Lucy has the biggest faith of the cast. In a grand scene of epic proportions Lucy is standing on a bridge facing off an army of iron clad soldiers barreling a full pace on their mighty Stallions. In slow motion Lucy reaches into her scabbard and pulls out a tiny sword, about the size of a kitchen knife. As this insignificant little girl wields her less than magnificent sword the army screeches to a halt. The camera cuts back to Lucy and then begins to zoom out into a panoramic shot. There beside here stands Aslan. If you didn’t know Aslan is the Lion King of Narnia, the figure that pictures God in this timeless C.S. Lewis series.
As I watched that scene unfold I thought about how much I feel like Lucy in this church starting adventure. Very small, very unequipped, very overpowered. Put with one turn of life’s lens I see at my side our Aslan,
