MaryEllen Montville

Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.” –Revelation 5:5

In The Chronicles of Narnia, there is a brief conversation between Mr. Beaver and Susan regarding Aslan. Quite matter-of-factly, Mr. Beaver states, “Aslan is a lion: the Lion, the great Lion.’ Ooh,’ said Susan. ‘I’d thought he was a man. Is he quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.’

‘Safe?’ said Mr. Beaver, ‘Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

Like Susan, many today don’t know King Jesus.

Susan, a fictional character who traversed the made-up land of Narnia and questioned who Aslan was, is not unlike the very real people alive today in our real world, so-called. Those who question who Jesus really is still surprise me. Now, I don’t mean questioning in a sincere, searching-for-Truth way, to know Him or learn more about Him, we’ve all done that. No, I’m talking about those who flat out question anything and everything even remotely related to Jesus, just because it’s Jesus. I know, it shouldn’t bother me, I’ve read the Scriptures, about hearts that will be hardened toward Him, those who will literally shake their fist in His face! It all just hurts my heart. That’s my Husband, they’re belittling!

Is it because they can’t see past Him as a newborn, wrapped up and helpless—a baby like all the other babies they’ve seen in countless manger scenes, no different. “How could such a wee helpless thing possibly save me?” they think.

Some of these same souls point out that Mouhammad was a baby once, too, as were Buddha and Krishna—and each of them grew up and claimed to offer the same path to eternal life as Jesus. “Why does it have to be Jesus?” they think. “Maybe one of them will save me, why not?”

 No, blind soul! They cannot! They were counterfeits—all of them—mere men, all dead and buried now. There is but One True and Living King, Jesus, the Christ. He alone is eternal. He alone is the only Way to the Father. “Jesus said to him, “I am the [only] Way [to God] and the [real] Truth and the [real] Life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.” –John 14:6

Many have heard of Jesus, of course. In fact, they’ve used His name rather loosely after stubbing their toe or after experiencing some sudden fright. They don’t cry out, “Oh, Mouhammad!” Heartbreaking, really, that so holy a name as Jesus is so often used in the most unholy of ways. But I digress…

Even those who act deaf, deny Jesus’ existence, run from Him out of fear of letting go of the sins that so easily beset them, have all heard of Jesus. Of this, He’s made sure. Creation testifies to Him, His Majesty, Power, and nature, day after day. “For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God.” –Romans 1:20

Aside from hearing of Jesus, like Susan, most have heard stories about Him, especially at Christmastime.

Stories of a baby born in a manger to a young virgin girl named Mary. They’ve heard the story about the angel announcing His birth to the shepherds in the field. They’ve heard of the star and the wise men. Some have even heard the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ miracles, His healings, and of Him raising some guy named Lazarus from the dead.

Maybe these same souls who cannot reconcile Jesus within themselves have only heard Jesus’ tiny cry—spiritually speaking. A babe’s voice, making no demand on their lives, unlike the voice of the King we serve, the King who commands us, “Follow Me.”

There was a cry let loose from untried lungs, sending unformed Words out into that night long ago, a proclamation to all who had ears to hear. “The Savior of the world has been born.”  

That same cry echoes around the planet, still.

I pray, somewhere in the depths of their fleshly hearts, His Divine call will not, can not, go unheeded, and ears once able to hear only the sound of a wee babe in a manger will now hear the roar of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah calling out to them, “You are Mine!” “But now, this is what the Lord says—he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” –Isaiah 43:1-2

There have always been voices.

Announcing. Proclaiming! Whispering. Rebuking. Judging. Thundering. Roaring voices that spoke and speak still, of the failures of God’s people, yet of hope and restoration, too.

The world was created by voices; Words spoken over the face of the deep by our Triune God, unheard by men, they roar still. God will have the final Word, and it will not return to Him void. It cannot. “Behold, He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him—even those who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. So shall it be! Amen.” –Revelation 1:7

Do you know Jesus? Or, like Susan in C.S. Lewis’ story, have you only heard tell of Him, unsure exactly who He is? Maybe you wonder if He is who He claims to be? Should you ever read his book, “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”, you’ll find that Susan not only comes to know Aslan (Jesus) for herself, but she serves Him all the days of her life. How wise she was. How I pray in all your wondering you’ll follow Susan’s example, and follow Jesus all the days of your life.

There have and will always be voices, dear friend.

The decision you’re faced with is the same all men have faced since that night in Bethlehem when Jesus’ untried lungs bellowed His unformed Words into the night sky, announcing what can never be unheard: “The Savior of the world has been born.”  

And having lived and died and conquered death and the grave, having resurrected, He’s coming back again. But not as a wee babe this time.

Jesus didn’t stay in the manger…“And there is salvation in no one else; for there is no other name under heaven that has been given among people by which we must be saved [for God has provided the world no alternative for salvation].” –Acts 4:12