"'But please, please - won't you - can't you give me something that will cure my mother?'
Up till then he had been looking at the Lion's great feet
and the huge claws on them;
now, in his despair, he looked up at its face.
What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life.
For the tawny face was bent down near his own
and great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes.
They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory's own that for a moment he felt
as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his mother than he was himself."
Through a very emotional three days, there's almost nothing better than reading.
Or watching a movie.
I've done both.
There's a scene at the very end of the movie "Steve Jobs."
(Which I've firmly cemented as one of my top five favorite films ever.)
This scene is between Steve and his daughter Lisa, who have had an awful relationship since the very beginning.
Lisa approaches him and asks him straight to his face,
"Why'd you say you weren't my father?"
Steve just stands there and answers,
"Because I'm poorly made."
Because I'm poorly made.
As much as I love that scene and that line, the statement itself is backwards.
We are fearfully and wonderfully made in His image.
But at the same time, we're fallen.
And we live in a fallen world.
So here I am after an emotional three days,
full of remembrance, and regret, and self loathing.
Crying to myself because it hurt, and because it still hurts.
But reminded of His grace, and mercy, and love.
Reminded that through Him, I am free to weep, and to be sad.
Reminded that, even for a moment, His tears are bigger than my own.
