In C. S. Lewis’s The Silver Chair, Jill finds herself lost and thirsty. She meets Aslan the Great Lion (Aslan is Lewis’s Christ figure in all of the Chronicles of Narnia books).
[First, she spots the Lion]
. . . she came to an open glade and saw the stream, bright as glass, running across the turf a stone’s throw away from her. But although the sight of the water made her feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn’t rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay the lion.
[Second, she hears the voice of the Great Lion]
It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.
“Are you not thirsty?” said the Lion.
“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.
“Then drink,” said the Lion.
“May I – could I – would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
“Will you promise not to – do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.
“I make no promise,” said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
“Do you eat girls?” she said.
“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill.
“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.
“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”
“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.
[Finally, Jill trusts the Lion]
It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion – no one who had seen his stern face could do that – and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted.
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“Jesus, the Great Lion of the Tribe of Judah, offers this invitation to those who hear His voice:
“If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink” (John 7:37).
And again,
“He who comes to me shall not hunger: and he who believes in me shall never thirst” (John 6:35).
Have you dared come to the stream?
Have you the courage to trust the Great Lion?
May God grant you the faith to step toward Him, . . . and trust Him, . . . that you might live.
Your friend,
Dar