Narnia: Winter Meets its Death

Always winter…but never Christmas.

Try to imagine that for a moment. Always winter…but never Christmas.

Of course, at this point in the season some of you Moms and Dads out there might be thinking, “YES!”

But really…imagine for a moment what it would be like if Christmas never came…but winter never left.

What would that be like?

When we first started telling friends and family we were moving to Michigan, there was one question we got asked a lot:

“So, do you like…winter?”

We, of course, responded with an enthusiastic, “yes!”

After all, how bad could it be?

Now, we still do like winter, but after a couple of years it sure has a different meaning than it used to for us.

Recently I came across a list on the internet entitled, “25 Signs You’re From Michigan”

Let me share just a few with you.

1. The word "thumb" has a geographical rather than an anatomical significance.

2. You know how to play euchre.

3. You occasionally cheer "Go Lions -- and take the Tigers with you."

And then these three:

4. Your Little League baseball game was snowed out.

5. Your year has two seasons, winter and construction.

6. You define summer as three months of bad sledding.


Now we may know a thing or two about long winters, but they do eventually end.

The flowers reappear.
The sun comes out.
The snow blowers go into storage.

But in the land of Narnia, as C.S. Lewis describes it in “The Lion,the Witch, and the Wardrobe,” winter hasn’t seen an end for a hundred years.

And as young Lucy exclaims, “How awful!”

How awful indeed.

Winter is a tough enough season to make it through under normal circumstances.

Why do you suppose that is?

What is it about winter that makes it so…depressing?

And I don’t use that term lightly. For many people, this is a time of year when depression is a very real experience.

It can be a mild case of the “winter blues,” it can be full-blown Seasonal Affective Disorder, perhaps it’s the ongoing struggle over the loss of someone very dear...

Winter can be very tough.

It’s not just cold--

it’s bleak, dark, and barren.

That’s why it’s such a perfect image for Lewis to use in this first Narnia book.

It’s not just a physical reality…it’s a metaphor for the dark and sinister force that holds Narnia firmly in its grip.

Narnia was once a lush and beautiful land, but evil has reared its ugly head in the character of the White Witch.

Her reign of terror keeps the land in eternal winter.

And C.S. Lewis knew a thing or two about evil and the reign of terror.

It’s easy to forget that “The Chronicles of Narnia” were written not long after the end of World War II, in the lingering shadows of Nazi tyranny and oppression.

Living in Europe, C.S. Lewis saw that first hand.

And there are echoes of that experience in the reign of the White Witch.

Where secret police whisk away suspected traitors who are never seen again, where fear and intimidation keep those who hope for freedom underground…sometimes literally, where the pervading sense of hopelessness, darkness, and despair are captured perfectly in just five words:

Always winter…but never Christmas.

Until four children appear, the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve, or more informally…Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy.


They stumble into this land by accident, but find themselves