The Inside is Bigger than the Outside: A Christmas Thought from Narnia for Our World Too

Tumnus & Lucy with Christmas packages

I worked this older blog post into a short children’s sermon on Sunday, on the shortest day of the year, following the children’s Christmas concert. I think this moment in Narnia is always worth sharing this time of year. The salvation of Narnia comes when the curse is broken–the curse that makes it Always Winter and Never Christmas. And the magical land of Narnia ends–or finds its fulfillment–with a return to the stable. I hope this talk deepens your Christmas day.

“Always winter and never Christmas.” This is the condition where we first discover Narnia in The Lion, the Witch, and The Wardrobe. It is not so much blanketed in white as smothered in it, frozen by it. Anyone in my part of the world, Canada, will immediately know that this is a curse: all those dreary winter nights, locked indoors to escape from the bone-chilling cold, the sun squeezing through a frozen sky only a few hours a day. In winter I yearn for light. To never experience Christmas, where all of eternity tilts towards the sun and light grows once again–to me, that would be a great curse.

The turning of the solstice and the coming of Christmas, for me, is really the birth of spring. Christmas is the first day of the Easter season. Most of the winter lies ahead where we live, yet I somehow have the resources to face it. The curse is broken, I think. Likewise, the strange, almost incongruous coming of Father Christmas into the Narnian Woods signals the breaking of Narnia’s long winter, the beginning of the end of the curse. And the coming of that Narnian Christmas is also the beginning of the Narnian season of Easter.

White Witch Edmund TildaSwinton

But do not think there is a one-to-one relationship between our world and the world of Narnia. C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles are not allegories like John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress or George Orwell‘s Animal Farm. Aslan is not Christ, precisely; neither is Edmund the biblical Adam or Judas, nor the White Witch the historical Satan. Narnia is a different world altogether. Unlike our great great grand-humans, Adam and Eve, the first Narnians did not flee from Eden. Christ is not Aslan, per se, because what is broken in our universe is not the same thing that is broken in the Narnian universe. The Deep Magic works out differently in each cosmos, though is rooted in the same principle. It would be more accurate to say that Aslan is what God would be like wrapped in Narnian flesh. And Edmund is much more like me than Adam or Judas–if one might substitute chocolate peanut butter balls for Turkish Delight as the shadow temptation of a deeper concern.

But as the appearance of Father Christmas in the first Narnian chronicle seems to blur the lines between the worlds (there is no Aslan birth narrative, after all), so there is a place in the last chronicle where the worlds seem to meet.

The Last Battle by CS Lewis

After the last great battle for Narnia, with the kings and queens and faithful servants of Narnia pressed to the wall against foreign invaders and Narnian traitors, those loyal to the last king of Narnia, Tirian, are forced into a small stable at the top of a hill. At the beginning of the story the stable housed an unwitting Aslanic imposter, and now houses the terrifying god Tash, summoned by unwitting invaders paying lip service to their own god. As they are forced into the stable, they do not meet the grotesque Tash in the darkness of the barn. Instead, they find that it is another world. Unlike most of the other of Narnia‘s royalty, King Tirian has never travelled between worlds. So he peeks back through the stable door to see the fading fire beside the stable, Narnia on its last evening.

Tirian looked round again and could hardly believe his eyes. There was the blue sky overhead, and grassy country spreading as far as he could see in every direction, and his new friends all round him laughing.
“It seems, then,” said Tirian, smiling himself, “that the stable seen from within and the stable seen from without are two different places.”
“Yes,” said the Lord Digory. “Its inside is bigger than its outside.”
“Yes,” said Queen Lucy. “In our world too, a stable once had something inside it that was bigger than our whole world.” It was the first time she had spoken, and from the thrill in her voice, Tirian now knew why. She was drinking everything in even more deeply than the others. She had been too happy to speak (102-103).

Tirian discovers that the stable is a place where “its inside is bigger than its outside.” Then Lucy, in a spell of wonder, notes that this pattern has been seen once before–and in a stable, no less. In doing so, C.S. Lewis makes a rare break of the overt Christian story into Narnia. My son, who sat with me when he was seven as I read all but the last chapter of the Chronicles, said, “He is putting Christianity in here.” And when he read them again as a preteen, he saw that Lewis has put “Christianity in” all throughout the Chronicles.

Lucy’s point about Christmas, though, is a profound one. Have you considered what was contained in that little stable these many centuries ago? Many puzzle about the miracle of parthenogenesis that is Christ’s virgin birth. But granted there is a God who holds all the molecules of the universe together, that little moment is hardly so stunning. Indeed all the universe with its infinite leagues of mass tumbling away from long ago was brought into being by a word. A virgin birth is a mere thing, really.

But think about the physics of containment in that little stable, for a moment. This God, who is certainly bigger than all creation, was wrapped in human flesh and began converting H2O into CO2 in the musty dank of a distant barn. And that child’s first breath prefigured his last, when all the moments of eternity would once again collapse on a single place and time. It is why Christmas is the beginning of Easter: they are the breaking of Adam’s curse by the Deep Magic of our universe.

How did the walls of that stable not burst oh so many years ago? It is the last turn of the season, so that we will one day find our way back to Eden, where it is always Christmas and never winter.

About Brenton Dickieson

“A Pilgrim in Narnia” is a blog project in reading and talking about the work of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and the worlds they touched. As a "Faith, Fantasy, and Fiction" blog, we cover topics like children’s literature, apologetics and philosophy, myths and mythology, fantasy, theology, cultural critique, art and writing. This blog includes my thoughts as I read through Lewis and Tolkien and reflect on my own life and culture. In this sense, I am a Pilgrim in Narnia--or Middle Earth, or Fairyland. I am often peeking inside of wardrobes, looking for magic bricks in urban alleys, or rooting through yard sale boxes for old rings. If something here captures your imagination, leave a comment, “like” a post, share with your friends, or sign up to receive Narnian Pilgrim posts in your email box. Brenton Dickieson is a father, husband, friend, university lecturer, and freelance writer from Prince Edward Island, Canada. You can follow him on Twitter, @BrentonDana.
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19 Responses to The Inside is Bigger than the Outside: A Christmas Thought from Narnia for Our World Too

  1. Jacqueline Kohl says:

    Thank you so very much for this post… truly brought my husband and I do a more glorious understanding of our LORD.


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  2. The curse is broken indeed!

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  3. David Llewellyn Dodds says:

    It enriches my Third Day of Christmas, provoking further thoughts… I suppose the depictions of Baby Jesus with an Orb – “He’s got the whole world, in His hands” – are another example of this, with John Donne in “Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward” accenting an aspect of it in relation to Easter:

    Could I behold those hands which span the Poles,
    And tune all spheares at once peirc’d with those holes?
    Could I behold that endlesse height which is
    Zenith to us, and our Antipodes,
    Humbled below us?

    (Depictions of Mary bending over Baby Jesus, Her Lord, to worship Him, vary that “Humbled below us” in their own way.)

    Remembering Donne’s planetary (etc.) imagery, to look it up, his last lines in that poem suddenly got me wondering if it might be one of the things Lewis was thinking of in Till We Have Faces:

    O Saviour, as thou hang’st upon the tree,
    I turne my backe to thee, but to receive
    Corrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.
    O thinke mee worth thine anger, punish mee,
    Burne off my rusts, and my deformity,
    Restore thine Image, so much, by thy grace,
    That thou may’st know mee, and I’ll turne my face.


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  8. salooper57 says:

    I believe that the stable is not the only thing that is bigger on the inside than on the outside. So are people. It is one of the most extraordinary and important things about us.


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