Puddleglum"s Speech

I was questioned recently on a statement I made about finding the scriptures to be the only thing I could "hang my hat on". This person, I believe was a naturalist. He became angry when confronted with a faith in the Word. I was reminded of Puddleglum's speech to the witch in The Silver Chair by C.S, Lewis. Here it is:

"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 thing more 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.

by Rococo