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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

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Monday Morning Munch No. 143 – A Traitor’s Redemption


I love good stories. Which is why I love C. S. Lewis and The Chronicles of Narnia.

I’m reading through the series again for the first time since middle school and, wow, I enjoy them so much more this time (weird how that works).

Okay, question. As you read novels, do you find it easier to identify with the heroes or the villains? It depends on the story, I suppose, but I find it easier to project myself into the hero’s life. Do you find that true as well? Maybe it’s because we all long to be gallant and valiant and noble so, if we can’t be that in real life, at least we can vicariously live through the heroes of whatever story we’re reading (or watching) at the time. But also, let’s face it, most of the time we consider ourself the protagonist of our own story so it’s a natural default to transpose ourselves into the role of the good guy (or girl).

However, on this journey into Narnia, as much as I want to be identified with the courageous, heroic and brave characters like Peter, Susan and Lucy, I’m finding I identify more with Edmund than anyone else. Edmund. The traitor. #humbling.

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Most of us know the story (and if you don’t, spoiler alert).

Edmund basically sells his siblings to the devilish White Witch for candy. He chooses to fill his stomach rather than fight for his family. Greed wins and the White Witch, revealing her true colors, exacts payment.

As all of Narnia assembles to fight the Witch and her cohorts, Aslan comes on the scene. Aslan—the Great Lion who causes winter to flee and spring to rise. Aslan—the true King of Narnia. Aslan—the one who is really in charge of this whole shindig. And as the Witch enters Aslan’s camp with the repentant Edmund, Aslan meets her and all eyes are fixed on them in trepidation.

“You have a traitor there, Aslan,” said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he’d been through and after the talk he’d had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn’t seem to matter what the Witch said.

“Well,” said Aslan. “His offence was not against you.”

Later we see the Story of all stories unfold on the Stone Table as Aslan sacrifices himself—a willing victim who has committed no treachery in a traitor’s stead—thereby reversing the deep magic and turning death itself backward.

Edmund, who had a debt he could not pay, was undeservedly freed. His debt paid by a sinless sacrifice.

Yeah, I can identify with that.


However, what I’ve never seen before was in book three, The Horse and His Boy, when it is now King Edmund that’s sinned against.

“Your Majesty would have a perfect right to strike off his head,” said Peridan. “Such an assault as he made puts him on a level with assassins.”

“It is very true,” said Edmund. “But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.” And he looked very thoughtful.

Cue the tears. I’m crying again even as I type this. To whom much is given, much is required and Edmund, who was the recipient of spectacular grace and love, had remarkable sympathy for other traitors, even those whose treachery was aimed at him.

Do we identify with Edmund in this regard? Do we find ourselves dishing out the compassion constantly given to us? Do we love as we have been loved? Do we, former rebels who committed cosmic treason, spend our lives seeking the redemption of other traitors? Or do we allow redemption and the knowledge thereof to puff up and lead to a high and haughty disposition more akin to the White Witch than Aslan the Great?

Praise for lavish grace that pays our debts, crowns us as royals in service to the High King, and allows even traitors to mend.


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