I’ve been reading through the Chronicles of Narnia, as I do, and everyone else ought to do, every 2 or 3 years. I just finished Prince Caspian the last few chapters of it are especially gorgeous. Here is an extended passage from the end, when Aslan is bestowing a time of flourishing and there is dancing and feasting:
“Then Bacchus and Silenus and the Maenads began a dance, far wilder than the dance of the trees; not merely a dance for fun and beauty (though it was that too) but a magic dance of plenty, and where their hands touched, and where their feet fell, the feast came into existence– sides of roasted meat that filled the grove with delicious smell, and wheaten cakes and oaten cakes, honey and many-colored sugars and cream as thick as porridge and as smooth as still water, peaches, nectarines, pomegranates, pears, grapes, strawberries, raspberries– pyramids and cataracts of fruit. Then… came the wines: dark, thick ones like syrups of mulberry juice, and clear red ones like red jellies liquified… Thus Aslan feasted the Narnians till long after the sunset had died away, and the stars had come out…” (Prince Caspian, C.S. Lewis, 211-212)
And of course, anyone who knows their Old Testament will hear all the echoes from all the books and will know that this is what we were made for and what we will one day partake of. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.