Those of you who know me know that my two favorite authors are C.S. Lewis and Madeleine L'Engle (yes, I'm a Narnia fan. But my favorite Lewis novel is actually Perelandra and every time I re-read it I end up in tears for the possibility of what we, as humanity, lost the moment we fell in the garden.)
I've read this quote by C.S. Lewis before. But when I rediscovered it today, it made a deeper impact especially considering yesterday's post:
The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but joy, pleasure, and merriment He has scattered broadcast. We are never safe, but we have plenty of fun, and some ecstasy. It is not hard to see why. The security we crave would teach us to rest our hearts in this world and oppose an obstacle to our return to God: a few moments of happy love, a landscape, a symphony, a merry meeting with our friends, a bathe, or a football match, have no such tendency. Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home. from The Problem of Pain
I'm thankful for those who came before us and left their encouragement for those of us still here in the Shadowlands.* I promise I'll try and wait patiently and to make the most of my waiting.
*I've spent a lot of time this evening on Dr. Bruce L. Edwards' C.S. Lewis and Inklings Resource Blog. It helped me feel a little less crazy. And that's a good thing at this point considering the circumstances lately.