*Chapter 7-Heaven*
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Here's Edmund Pevensie: Heaven
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Edmund had never been the most religious person in his family.
Not to say that he was not somewhat religious. He was, he supposed, a Christian by default-his parents, their parents, and their parents before them had all been avid believers. But as to what he personally believed, he had not quite figured that out yet.
To him, Christianity was a whirlpool of confusing names, concepts, and rules to abide by. He found many oxymoron's in the Bible that oftentimes left him confounded- all you have to do is believe to have 'eternal glory', but at the same time you have to follow all these rules and guidelines or else.
The thing that dumbfounded Edmund the most was the idea of heaven. He had often spent many an afternoon pondering what it would be like to die and go on to heaven; how old he would be, what it would feel like, who he would meet when he got there, what it would look like. He had never really cared how he would die-he was a brave boy, he could handle it, and anyways it would not exactly matter how painful it would be if he was going to be dying, anyways. He did, regardless of the method, always imagine the moment that his life was snuffed he would feel as if he were falling. As for the heaven aspect of death, he had always imagined a huge palace on the clouds, swathed in golden light, where he would be greeted by his parents, his siblings, and all his long lost friends where they would hug and kiss and forever be together again.
As the train careened off its tracks and came crashing down upon him, knocking him off his feet and forever blacking him out, some part of his mind registered that it was finally happening. His time had come. And as the life was slammed out of him, he realized he didn't feel as if he were falling, but flying.
When he eventually came to, Edmund realized he was lying in the middle of a huge field bathed in a pale golden light. Before him stood a magnificent golden Lion, surrounded by a sea of familiar faces of the past who were all singing hymns of glory. On either side of him lay his two siblings and his parents; the three children were no longer dressed in their dowdy English clothes, but in spectacular royal robes. Behind the Lion loomed a sprawling, pearly white castle, its towers and turrets casting striking shadows against the golden sun.
As Edmund stood and, with tears burning in his eyes threw his arms around the Lion's neck to the cheering welcomes of his old Narnian friends, he realized he had been wrong about heaven as well. As it turns out, heaven was just another name for home.