There is a story called The Silver Chair [PAUSE] – – – > take a moment, get hold of this story, read it.


Okay, now that you’ve read it you will have a vivid picture in your mind of the scene which I’m about to reference.


Remember the scene where Eustace, Jill, Puddleglum, and Prince Rilian are being bewitched and driven into darkness & despair by the Lady of the Green Kirtle? Remember Puddleglum’s words to the wretched Queen of Underland?

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things-trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”

This scene/speech came to mind as I pondered the words of Jeremiah yesterday…

I am the man who has seen affliction
		under the rod of his wrath;
	he has driven and brought me
		into darkness without any light;
	surely against me he turns his hand
		again and again the whole day long.
	He has made my flesh and my skin waste away;
		he has broken my bones;
	he has besieged and enveloped me
		with bitterness and tribulation;
	he has made me dwell in darkness
		like the dead of long ago.
	He has walled me about so that I cannot escape;
		he has made my chains heavy;
	though I call and cry for help,
		he shuts out my prayer;
	he has blocked my ways with blocks of stones;
		he has made my paths crooked.
	He is a bear lying in wait for me,
		a lion in hiding;
	he turned aside my steps and tore me to pieces;
		he has made me desolate;
	he bent his bow and set me
		as a target for his arrow.
	He drove into my kidneys
		the arrows of his quiver;
	I have become the laughingstock of all peoples,
		the object of their taunts all day long.
	He has filled me with bitterness;
		he has sated me with wormwood.
	He has made my teeth grind on gravel,
		and made me cower in ashes;
	my soul is bereft of peace;
		I have forgotten what happiness is;
	so I say, “My endurance has perished;
		so has my hope from the LORD.”
	Remember my affliction and my wanderings,
		the wormwood and the gall!
	My soul continually remembers it
		and is bowed down within me.
	But this I call to mind,
		and therefore I have hope:
	The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
		his mercies never come to an end;
	they are new every morning;
		great is your faithfulness.
	“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
		“therefore I will hope in him.”
	The LORD is good to those who wait for him,
		to the soul who seeks him.
	It is good that one should wait quietly
		for the salvation of the LORD.
	It is good for a man that he bear
		the yoke in his youth.
	Let him sit alone in silence
		when it is laid on him;
	let him put his mouth in the dust—
		there may yet be hope;
	let him give his cheek to the one who strikes,
		and let him be filled with insults.
	For the Lord will not
		cast off forever,
	but, though he cause grief, he will have compassion
		according to the abundance of his steadfast love;
	for he does not afflict from his heart
		or grieve the children of men.

(Lamentations 3:1-33)