the dreaming tree

last night i watched the lion, the witch and the wardrobe for the first time since seeing it in theaters. i started watching it only passively, concurrently working a crossword puzzle, but i kept finding myself on the verge of tears. i don’t mind saying that i tear up a lot during movies, but not usually when it’s just on and i’m not really paying attention, so that was…well, actually kinda cool. the emotions lingered throughout the entire film, and a few tears did eventually find their way to my cheek. most of the time i was reacting not to something sad that took place, but something deeper, something rawer that i can’t really describe. and truth be told, i get hit by the same thing when i’m reading the wonderful books c.s. lewis produced, perhaps even moreso than they did when i was a child hearing them for the first time. particularly, it’s love. love manifested in the actions of his characters to show the glory, even in small measure, of God’s love for us. it’s how i should react anytime i hear the Gospel, but i don’t always, so perhaps it’s good to have stories that reflect its truths and remind me of how i should react. and hopefully drive me back to it. i don’t know, that’s not a very well-developed point, but i’m thankful for the stories that reflect God’s truths.