Skip to comments.50 Years Ago Today - Loss of a Great Man
Posted on 11/22/2013 7:45:33 AM PST by Joe 6-pack
We also lost C.S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley on this day 50 years ago.
What is a “Christian Appoligist” ?
Man was a genius.
indeed. a preacher of the Gospel for the Gospel’s sake. a creative force for Christian unity against the forces of division. he continues to be a foundational influence on me, my wife and children. RIP.
Lewis has had a profound influence on me, and by extension, many of those around me.
Thanks for the explanation.
There is one vice of which no man in the world is free, Lewis wrote, which every one in the world loathes when he sees it in someone else . . . The vice I am talking of is Pride . . . Pride leads to every other vice: it is the complete anti-God state of mind As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you are looking down, you cannot see something that is above you.
"words came like castles from his mouth" (somewhere in the sci-fi trilogy)
Eustace cynically dismisses Ramandu stating, "In our world...a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.
Ramandu replies, Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what it is made of..."
If you’ve read Lewis’s spiritual autobiography, “Surprised by Joy”, the lyrics of this song will make perfect sense:
In The Dawn Treader, Eustace complains about a painting of a ship, "the question is," said Edmund, "whether it doesn't make things worse, looking for at a Narnian ship when you can't get there." "Even looking is better than nothing," said Lucy.
Actually, Kennedy and Lewis died within minutes of each other.
A beautiful song, but as in all my life, I can distinguish only a dozen or so words when accompanied by music; so I could not make sense of it. I found the lyrics online, and now the “C.S. Lewis Song” is even more beautiful! Thank you, J.
“C.S. LEWIS SONG”
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here.
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared.
Speak to me in the light of the dawn,
Mercy comes with the morning.
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me.
Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
‘Cause my comfort would prefer for me to be numb,
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become.
For we, we are not long here,
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it.
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you!
Hope is coming for me!
Hope, He’s coming!
My favorite from The Chronicles:
Puddleglum, having stuck his hand in the fire to gain a moment of clarity from the spell binding words of the Queen of the Underland:
“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...four babies playing a game can make up 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.”
Thanks for sharing the lyrics, sweety!
This theme seems prevalent. Here's the flip-side, in the Screwtape Letters, Wormwood is advised to sidetrack his client after he leaves his books: "Your business is to fix his attention on the stream. Teach him to call it "real life" and don't let him ask what he means by "real". Remind him real life, a newsboy, a bus.
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