Closing Thought for the Week: How This Story REALLY Ends

Closing Thought for the Week: How This Story REALLY Ends

I was reminded of one of my most favorite quotes this week. It's the from The Last Battle, the final book in the Chronicles of Narnia. Actually, it's how the entire series ends. image After the week I've had, this puts it all in perspective:

And as He [Aslan] spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

Be encouraged, my friends. That day is coming. We can get through all of this.

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