Sunday, December 16, 2007
I really love C.S. Lewis. Check it out:
This is me, man. I am an ignorant child who escapes into lame, waste-of-time interests when I could have so much more. I join with billions across the world in entertaining myself to death every day watching other people's (made-up) lives on the idiot box, missing the glories that hide just under the surface of my own life. I busy myself on the Internet during my lunch break, forgetting to look outside at the sunshine-soaked day that I have been given. I lounge around in my house, my "fortress of solitude", rather than talking to my neighbours who I genuinely like, and who I think genuinely like me, too... I grumble about the things that I don't like at church, then grumble when I am offered the chance to do something about it, because it's so much work. I feel bored and listless in my life with God, forgetting that it is *God's* life, lived through me."If we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, buttoo weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."
- C.S. Lewis, "The Weight of Glory" (link)
Think about that for one second - the life of God, in us. The boundless, formless, unfathomable power of the only wise God, the one who brought back Christ, that good shepherd, from the dead - is at work in us! The power of the age to come. The one who hovered over the waters at the beginning of creation, bringing life from nothingness. Bringing light out of darkness. Bringing hope and meaning from disorder and array. This is the one that is in us. This is "Christ in us, the hope of glory". If that doesn't brighten your heart, stop you dead in your tracks and make you rethink logging onto MySpace, there's something wrong here.















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