In the new movie “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader”, one of my favorite scenes is near the end, when the crew of the Dawn Treader has finally reached the end of the world and is standing on the sand, talking to Aslan. Behind them billows up a bright blue wave that is in perpetual motion, forever threatening to crash down. Beyond this wave is Aslan’s country.

At first I thought this wave was something clever they put into the new movie, since I was used to the old one where the dragon was far from believable and Aslan’s mouth moved mechanically up and down (but I still loved him! šŸ™‚ ) and Reepicheep got into a little boat and floated up into the sky to go to Aslan’s country (I cried at that part, by the way…). But as it turned out, this wave was in the book! Here’s the excerpt:

“…when the third day dawned – with a brightness you or I could not bear even if we had dark glasses on – they saw a wonder ahead. It was as if a wall stood up between them and the sky, a greenish-grey, trembling, shimmering wall. Then up came the sun, and at its first rising they saw it through the wall and it turned into wonderful rainbow colours. Then they knew that the wall was really a long, tall wave – a wave endlessly fixed in one place as you may often see at the edge of a waterfall. It seemed to be about thirty feet high, and the current was gliding them swiftly towards it…

…and suddenly there came a breeze from the east, tossing the top of the wave into foamy shapes and ruffling the smooth water all round them. It lasted only a second or so but what it brought them in that second none of those three children will ever forget. It brought both a smell and a sound, a musical sound. Edmund and Eustace would never talk about it afterwards. Lucy could only say, “It would break your heart.” “Why,” said I, “was it so sad?” “Sad! No,” said Lucy.”

This perpetual wave is such a beautiful picture. It is power in restraint, poised to fall. Like a lion prepared to pounce. Or a soldier crouched with one hand on the hilt of his sword. Or a surprise party, a group waiting in a room for the birthday friend. Quiet. Suspense. Anticipation. Waiting.

For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.Ā For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hopeĀ thatthe creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.Ā Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.Ā Ā For in this hope we were saved.

Romans 8:19-24

There is a waiting in this world, a breath caught and held. And no, we’re not waiting for the apocalypse of December 21, 2012!

The trees around us tremble for their curse to be lifted. The mountains’ eyes are upturned, watching for the One that formed them.

Even more than we long to be made whole, He longs to make us whole.

One day the waiting will end. God’s glory will be undimmed and not only flood the skies for all to see, but descend into the earth, a holy fire and ringing call.

Come, Lord Jesus! Amen.