David H.Taylor

The Lion and the Stream

"Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink." said the Lion.
"May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?," said  Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at it's motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.  

    The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic."Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?," said Jill.
            "I make no promise," said the Lion.              
    Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.

"Do you eat girls?," she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it."I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!," said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."

"There is no other stream," said the Lion.

The Silver Chair, C.S. Lewis

Act 4:11,12

4:11 This Jesus  is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, that has become the cornerstone.

4:12 And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among people  by which we must be saved."