“And if it frightens and torments you to think of childhood and of the simplicity and silence that accompanies it, because you can no longer believe in God, who appears in it everywhere, then ask yourself, dear Mr. Kappus, whether you have really lost God. Isn’t it much truer to say that you have never
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A poem. As it leaped from my hands, I saw the imprint of Another. Left to the whims of an old master, I call out to the Potter for my soul! oh my soul oh my soul oh my soul “It is better to be free and a harlot, “Than controlled by
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Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. (John 14:27) I want to tell you about a woman. Growing up, she watched her father, her mother, and her brother – all
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“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to
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A poem. Guilt is my assailant. Fiend takes form of friend And lures me from the fold To save me from my Guilt is my assailant, Burns confessions in my name To warm the lies of the deceiver. He said to save me from “Follow me, lost lambs. “Drink and eat from
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When Joy Davidman died of cancer in 1956, C. S. Lewis was devastated. Towards the end of his raw, unnerving ruminations on his grief over the loss of his beloved wife, Lewis began to reflect upon how his mental perception of God had been gradually changed through his unbearable suffering. He came to believe that God’s goodness
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