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Which God Do You Serve?

Posted: June 11, 2013 in books, c. s. lewis, god

An ‘impersonal God’—well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads—better still. A formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap—best of all. But God Himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband—that is quite another matter. There comes a moment when the children who have been playing at burglars hush suddenly: was that a real footstep in the hall? There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion (‘Man’s search for God!’) suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He had found us!

– C. S. Lewis, Miracles (1947; repr. New York: HarperCollins, 1996), 150.

The Poem Exists

Posted: September 21, 2011 in bible, books, c. s. lewis, faith, quotes

…Scripture can be read as merely human literature…For what is required, on all these levels alike, is not merely knowledge but a certain insight; getting the focus right.  Those who can see in each of these instances only the lower [human] will always be plausible.  One who contended that a poem was nothing but black marks on white paper would be unanswerable if he addressed an audience who couldn’t read.  Look at it through microscopes, analyse the printer’s ink and the paper, study it (in that way) as long as you like; you will never find something over and above all the products of analysis whereof you can say “This is the poem”.  Those who can read, however, will continue to say the poem exists.

– C.S. Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms, p. 116-117

Encouragement from C. S. Lewis for those suffering in pain and uncertainty:

“My own experience is something like this: I am progressing along the path of life in my ordinary contentedly fallen and godless condition, absorbed in a merry meeting with my friends for the morrow or a bit of work that tickles my vanity today, a holiday or a new book, when suddenly a stab of abdominal pain that threatens serious disease, or a headline in the newspapers that threatens us all with destruction, sends this whole pack of cards tumbling down.  At first I am overwhelmed, and all my little happinesses look like broken toys.  Then, slowly and reluctantly, bit by bit, I try to bring myself into the frame of mind that I should be in at all times.  I remind myself that all these toys were never intended to possess my heart, that my true good is in another world and my only real treasure is Christ.”

– C. S. Lewis, as quoted in Mark Talbot’s chapter, “When All Hope Has Died,” in For the Fame of God’s Name (Wheaton: Crossway, 2010) 84-85.