The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe

The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis is the first- although sequentially the second- of the seven books Lewis wrote about the imaginary world of Narnia. C. S. Lewis demonstrates many symbolic meanings throughout the book, for example, there are many parallels between Aslan the Lion, King of the beasts and Jesus Christ, King of Kings. Aslan resembles Jesus Christ through many proceedings such as the agony in the garden, the scourging at the pillar and the death of both individuals.
In the agony in the garden Jesus saw the sins of mankind for eternity. “ My soul is sorrowful even to death.”# Jesus was very sorrowful because he saw the sins of mankind for eternity. In comparison, Susan and Lucy saw the great Lion slowly walking away from them into the wood. His Head and tail hung low and he walked as if he was very tired. “‘Aslan! Dear Aslan!’ said Lucy ‘what is wrong.’ ‘Are you ill, dear Aslan’ asked Susan. “ ‘No, I am lonely and sad lay you hands on my mane so that I can feel you are there and let us walk like that.’”# Aslan was sad because he knew what lay before him.
Jesus is stripped and unmercifully scourged until his body is one mass of bloody wounds. Yet it was our infirmities that he bore, our suffering that he endured, he was pierced for our offences, and crushed for our sins. While we thought of him as stricken, as one smitten by God and afflicted. “ My kingdom does not belong to this world, my kingdom is not here.”# We all went astray like sheep, the lord lay upon him the guilt of us all. Upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole, by his stripes we were healed.
Aslan walked up to the stone table, Lucy and Susan were watching behind a bush trying not to be seen, the White Witch stood on top of the stone table, and ordered Aslan to be tied up. Before they drug him up before the White Witch she ordered him to be shaved and muzzled. “ I have the most terrible feeling as if something were hanging over us, something dreadful is...

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