Children easily lose themselves in imaginary worlds. In the days before video games, we lost ourselves in worlds of cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, little green army men, etc. My wife tells me she would get lost in worlds of dolls and Barbies. It’s sad that most of us seem to lose our imagination gift as we grow older. Perhaps we simply fail to continue the practice. (Plus, they frown upon playing cops and robbers at my bank.) But if I no longer can conjure my own imagination at will, then let me find a book into which I can immerse myself; give me a portal into another world. Sometimes we need an escape, an exit from our world, its craziness and anxieties, to a fantasy world dreamed up by a gifted dreamer.
By then I had fallen in love with Narnia
Years ago, I asked my dad for five of the greatest Christian books of all time. One of the five books he gave me was Lewis’ Mere Christianity, which blew me away. I would list it in my top ten favorite books of all time. Within a year of my introduction to Lewis, I also read The Screwtape Letters and The Problem of Pain. I was hooked. To this day he remains my favorite author for both fiction and non-fiction. But I’d never read the Chronicles of Narnia books because, well, they were children’s books (or so I thought). When Disney made a movie of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in 2005, that was the first time I ever immersed myself in book one. I watched the next two movies Disney released and, soon after, received the Focus on the Family Radio Theatre adaptations from Mom one Christmas. And, yes, I finally did read them for myself, too. S. Lewis and Narnia as mein Transgender-Datum well.
And now I want others to fall in love with C
The first book in the series, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, takes place during World War II, during the Blitz, when London was being bombed by the Nazis and many children were sent away to the countryside and safer havens. Continue reading