At the very end of the last book C. S. Lewis wrote, during the last year of his life on earth, he said to his fictitious correspondent Malcolm:
". . . but don't run away with the idea that when I speak of the resurrection of the body I mean merely that the blessed dead will have excellent memories of their sensuous experience on earth. I mean it the other way round: that memory as we now know it is a dim foretaste, a mirage even, of a power which the soul, or rather Christ in the soul (He went to 'prepare a place' for us), will exercise hereafter. It need no longer be intermittent. Above all, it need no longer be private to the soul in which it occurs. I can now communicate to you the fields of my boyhood--they are building-estates to-day--only imperfectly, by words. Perhaps the day is coming when I can take you for a walk through them." Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer, Letter XXII
Let me go on record here as saying that I want to be one of the first to go on a walk with C. S. Lewis through the fields of his boyhood--when all of us as believers shall put on our resurrection bodies. If Douglas Gresham happens to read this blog I'm sure he will claim the right to be first in line to partake of that privilege and blessing. I won't mind being second on that occasion--or even at the end of the line--just so long as I can be there and be in line at all.
Happy Birthday Jack! We are all one year closer to enjoying the resurrection together.
". . . but don't run away with the idea that when I speak of the resurrection of the body I mean merely that the blessed dead will have excellent memories of their sensuous experience on earth. I mean it the other way round: that memory as we now know it is a dim foretaste, a mirage even, of a power which the soul, or rather Christ in the soul (He went to 'prepare a place' for us), will exercise hereafter. It need no longer be intermittent. Above all, it need no longer be private to the soul in which it occurs. I can now communicate to you the fields of my boyhood--they are building-estates to-day--only imperfectly, by words. Perhaps the day is coming when I can take you for a walk through them." Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer, Letter XXII
Let me go on record here as saying that I want to be one of the first to go on a walk with C. S. Lewis through the fields of his boyhood--when all of us as believers shall put on our resurrection bodies. If Douglas Gresham happens to read this blog I'm sure he will claim the right to be first in line to partake of that privilege and blessing. I won't mind being second on that occasion--or even at the end of the line--just so long as I can be there and be in line at all.
Happy Birthday Jack! We are all one year closer to enjoying the resurrection together.
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