A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then -- oh joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.
But for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but Lucy never thought of that. She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.
"Aslan, Aslan, Dear Aslan," sobbed Lucy. "At last."
The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell, half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warm breath came all round her. She gazed up into the large wise face.
"Welcome, child," he said.
"Aslan," said Lucy, "you're bigger."
"That is because you are older, little one," answered he.
"Not because you are?"
"I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger."
-- C. S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
I've been meditating on this concept for several days. This morning, during my ladies' Sunday School class, our teacher asked us what motivated us to worship God. Apart from all the usual "things" (family, safety, provision, etc), it occurs to me that the older I get, the bigger God gets. And I have nothing that He needs. AND YET... he loves me and gave everything to redeem me.
How could I not worship a God like that?