PROLOGUE
Honestly, when the first hint came, I simply missed it! Not that I did not see it, because I certainly did,; I both saw and noted, but I did not pay attention to the sublimities of creation, and it lead me totally wrong. First!
It happened when I one snowy Monday afternoon came home, wet and cold; and saw two candles missing on the windowsill. They seemed to have been burnt and burnt totally to the bottom end. I remember having had dinner in their light and draw my conclusion that I had simply forgotten to snuff them out when retiring to bed.
Certainly I praised Aslan, the great Lion, under the name He uses in my world and in my language, for what had not happened was that the candles ended setting parts of my house on fire. This lead me to keep loving Him all evening, during drying my hair with a towel, warming up by the fire and enjoying one of the stories about His visit Here.
Coming home on Tuesday I was to tired, which was partly due to the darkness this time of the year, so it was not until Wednesday evening that my eyes got round and large from astonishment!
The reason was that I had been looking for a rare book. I had a paper copy made for me at Uni, but a friend had looked for this special book on my shelves; and as not finding it there, I promised to keep my eyes open. Right before Christmas it had arrived in the mail; not the original in our own tongue, but a translation into English. I had put it on the dining table, seeing my friend was soon to pick it up; but coming home I found it displaced!
The book had (been?) moved on the top of the table to sit directly opposite one of the chairs. As I tried to harness my imagination I figured that some-one had moved it to more comfortably read it, sitting on the chair. It was to become not a too bad guess, for certainly that book was in the centre of whoever came to my place. Maybe I have to tell you already; the book was real University literature written by a famous professor Tryggve and it was about all the names Aslan had revealed and used of himself here in my world.
Now my mind was prepared, and I was not for a second astonished when the door to my closet was slightly ajar, just right to allow the electric light operation when the door was open to shine forth. Add to this on Friday a hole in one of my many book shells, leaving a vacancy of two very small sized books; one of which lay sprayed on the floor below the shelf.
Now I had to chose some sort of response. Would I be scared of an intruder? Feel threatened of the intruder going on to actually steal things? It was now I realised that things were already gone, like the book which had been removed from the book shelf and not fallen unto the floor; and, eventually, I realised that the missing candles may not have been burnt at all, but removed!
Knowing that the most effective way to decrease the pulse and get blood pressure lower, to be able to really think; of course was to praise Aslan, under the name or one of the names he uses here; I did just that. It was quite an experience, I have to say. Both the subject of prayer and the way I prayed, was extraordinary. I had not done the like before!