151 – Seeing – Intention on the Spiritual Journey

Several months ago my wife and I started reading the devotional book A Year with Aslan: Daily Reflections from The Chronicles of Narnia and have found many of the reflections full of insight, challenges and encouragement.  My wife pointed out to me a few days ago that the reflection for June 1, taken from C. S. Lewis’ The Last Battle, addressed the same issue we have discussed here, “seeing.”  I found these paragraphs very rich and thought it would be good to spend some more time thinking about sight and blindness before we move on.  I hope you don’t mind the length of the quotation.  The two questions that follow the excerpt are taken directly from A Year with Aslan.

The Blind Dwarfs

Lucy led the way and soon they could all see the Dwarfs.  They had a very odd look.  They weren’t strolling about or enjoying themselves (although the cords with which they had been tied seemed to have vanished) nor were they lying down and having a rest.  They were sitting very close together in a little circle facing one another. They never looked round or took any notice of the humans till Lucy and Tirian were almost near enough to touch them.  Then the Dwarfs all cocked their heads as if they couldn’t see anyone but were listening hard and trying to guess by the sound what was happening.

“Look out!” said one of them in a surly voice.  “Mind where you’re going.  Don’t walk into our faces!”

“All right!” said Eustace indignantly.  “We’re not blind.  We’ve got eyes in our heads.”

“They must be darn good ones if you can seen in here,” said the same Dwarf whose name was Diggle.

“In where?” asked Edmund.

“Why you bone-head, in here of course,” said Diggle.  “In this pitch-black, poky, smelly little hole of a stable.”

“Are you blind?” said Tirian.

“Ain’t we all blind in the dark!” said Diggle.

“But it isn’t dark, you poor stupid Dwarfs,” said Lucy.  “Can’t you see?  Look up! Look around! Can’t you see the sky and the trees and the flowers?  Can’t you see me?”

“How in the name of all Humbug can I see what ain’t there?  And how can I see you any more than you can see me in this pitch darkness?”

“But I can see you,” said Lucy.  “I’ll prove I can see you.  You’ve got a pipe in your mouth.”

“Anyone that knows the smell of baccy could tell that,” said Diggle.

“Oh the poor things!  This is dreadful,” said Lucy.  Then she had an idea.  She stooped and picked some wild violets.  “Listen, Dwarf,” she said.  “Even if your eyes are wrong, perhaps your nose is all right: can you smell that?”  She leaned across and held the fresh, damp flowers to Diggle’s ugly nose.  But she had to jump back quickly in order to avoid a blow from his hard little fist.

“None of that!” he shouted.  “How dare you!  What do you mean by shoving a lot of filthy stable-litter in my face?  There was a thistle in it too.  It’s like your sauce!  And who are you anyway?”

Why couldn’t the Dwarfs see what the others could?

How do we close off our own minds to what’s right in front of us?



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