In a world of “fake news” and “alternative facts” We are living in a time when there seems to be an increase in uncertainty and chaos. The doomsday clock people have moved the hands closer to midnight. Closer to the end for humanity. Where are we to put our hope? In humanity or in something else? Recently I was reading an excerpt from a children’s  story by CS Lewis that seems to bring rays of hope and light into a growing darkness. The book is called The Silver Chair. It is part of the Chronicles of Narnia series by CS Lewis. Narnia is akin to heaven. It is the place full of life and love and justice. It is paradise. The opposite of what the news is reporting on a daily basis whether real, or fake, or from alternative facts. In the story the Silver Chair an evil sorceress has several characters trapped underground and by the use of magic, or deception, or “alternate facts”,  is trying to convince them that Narnia and Aslan (who represents Jesus) and the rest of overland do not actually exist. The characters are on the verge of giving up when one of them stomps out the magic fire proclaiming. “One word, Ma’am, he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.” We live in a time of increase disillusionment about pretty much everything. We are at a time when people are more likely to not so much refer to the world as a dull place but a frightening place. In the midst of this where does hope come in? The “facts” that we see in the world do not seem to point to hope. Is hope just “babies making up a game”? Such a view, if true seems unworthy of our allegiance. If all that is astounding and beautiful in the gospel of Christ, that God became flesh, that God lived among humanity in time, that God willingly and intentionally embraced death, offered forgiveness, upheld righteousness through Christ’s death and resurrection is false then the ideas in my brain are more weighty then the reality that brought my brain into existence. That would be hard to swallow. The beauty of the gospel story, Emmanuel God with us is the most glorious hope. Add to that glory the reality that there is reasonable evidence that the story is based on real events in history and we have amble reason to stamp out the magical fires that seek to distract and enchant us and press on with greater conviction and hope and energy for that story, that reality, is a “good deal more important” then any other. May the glory of the reality of the Easter proclamation consume our very beings and fill us with true hope.           Blessings Al