September 24, 2008
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Up the sunbeam to the sun
One of the writers who has had the biggest impact on my life is a
man who died on the same November day in 1963 that John F. Kennedy did,
when I was in the second grade.
He never traveled widely, but he
thought widely, and his mind was one of the most respected of his day.
He taught in one of the world's oldest and most revered universities.
An eminent scholar, his specialty was medieval literature.
Although
he was brought up in a church-going home, he became an avowed atheist
at about 15, and didn't come back “kicking and screaming” to
Christianity until he was in his early thirties. He eventually became
one of our faith's greatest defenders, with a rare ability to explain
deep theology in a way the world can understand.
His works, which
have been translated into 30 languages and sold millions of copies,
vary widely in subject matter. Along with his scholarly writings, his
work includes a fascinating autobiography; imaginative novels,
including a science-fiction trilogy; and stacks of wisdom-infused
letters that have been compiled into various volumes. One of his
best-known books, “Mere Christianity,” was compiled from a series of
radio talks he gave about the faith during World War II. But this
intellectual scholar is probably best-known for a series of remarkable
children's books he first wrote for his stepsons.
He was a close
friend of the brilliant author of “The Lord of the Rings,” J. R. R.
Tolkien, who, like most of his friends, called him “Jack.” We know him
as C. S. Lewis, recognized in today's world as the author of the
“Chronicles of Narnia.”
Clive Staples Lewis was an Irishman by
birth, but spent his adult life in England, where he, like Tolkien, was
a professor of English at Oxford University. He spent most of his life
as a bachelor, living with his older brother, and faithfully taking
care of the widowed mother of an Army comrade of his who was killed in
the first World War.
In middle age, much to his surprise, Lewis fell
deeply in love with an American woman, Joy Gresham, marrying for the
first time when he was past 60, after she had been diagnosed with
terminal cancer. The couple spent four happy years together before
Joy’s death in 1960. After his wife’s death, the broken-hearted widower
published “A Grief Observed,” which has since helped many others cope
with tragic loss.
I can't remember when I first discovered C.S.
Lewis — maybe when someone gave a paperback set of the Narnia books to
my little sister and brother when I was in high school. I devoured the
magical books with delight, and have re-read them a number of times. I
had fun reading them to my own boys, who loved them, too.
“The
Chronicles of Narnia” — which have sold more than 100 million copies —
are not just books for children. In fact, Lewis believed a test of a
good children's book is whether or not adults can read it with
enjoyment, too. I learned much of what I know about our Lord Jesus by
reading about Lewis' golden lion Aslan, “the son of the
Emperor-Over-Sea,” and his descriptions of “Aslan’s country” have
colored my own grasp of what eternity will be like, and helped inspire
my own quest to “come farther up and farther in.”
Later I read “Mere
Christianity,” a thought-provoking book that explains the basic tenets
of Christianity in fresh, un-churchy language, as well as a number of
Lewis’ other books.
This week I've been pondering a nugget of C. S. Lewis' wisdom, which always brings light.
“I have tried ... to make every pleasure into a channel of adoration,” Lewis writes in “Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer.”
I'm
thinking about this in light of looking around at the natural beauties
of the fall that I've written about — the leaves beginning to turn, the
woods’ colorful fungi, the bright wildflowers, the slanting golden
sunlight.
Lewis went on to explain: “I don't mean simply by giving
thanks for it. One must of course give thanks, but I mean something
different. How shall I put it? We can't — or I can't — hear the song of
a bird as simply a sound. Its meaning or message ... comes with it
inevitably ... This heavenly fruit is instantly redolent of the orchard
where it grew. This sweet air whispers of the country from whence it
blows. It is a message. We know we are being touched by a finger of
that right hand at which there are pleasures forevermore ... One's mind
runs back up the sunbeam to the sun....”
I've been pondering this,
and what it means to me is this: When I see something that touches me
with its beauty — like a burning red leaf floating gently on a puddle
in the fall woods — I am not only thankful for it, but it turns my
heart toward God — the maker of that leaf, the inventor of that color —
in worship of Him. The beauty of that leaf is a reminder of “the
orchard where it grew,” in God's country. The “sweet air” of the Ozarks
breeze in the fall reminds me of the country “from whence it blows,”
from God's country, from eternity, from the land for which my heart
longs.
Lewis helps me realize that when I admire something in
Creation, my heart is turned worshipfully toward the Creator, my “mind
runs back up the sunbeam to the sun,” and I am able to know a little
bit more about what He is really like.
I believe that dear old Jack
Lewis himself is there today, in Aslan's Country, delighting in being
near “that right hand at which there are pleasures forevermore.”
I hope to join him one day.-------------
By Celia DeWoody
Copyright Harrison (Ark.) Daily Times 2008
Published Sept. 24, 2008
Comments (6)
Wow! SO MUCH to say but I will try to keep it brief.
While visiting Bruce and his family, I went to church with them. The reverend mentioned C.S. and the "A Grief Observed" as well as "Surprised By Joy" and then you mention him as well. I'm beginning to think God used the both of you to tell me something! A little eery, yet exciting, at the same time!
I didn't read all of Narnia until about two years ago. I'm a walking example of how well he wrote it in that adults could enjoy his works for children as well.
Your description of the leaf on the puddle. It can be very simple and complex all at once, can't it? There are so many beautiful things we take for granted yet once we stop and really think and where they came from, or WHO they came from, it's can really boggle the mind trying to fathom the depth of all our wonderful Creator has given us. MAN!!!!!
Oh well, guess I lied about keeping it brief!
Thanks for sharing this and thanks for your comments on my trip to Bruce's. I hope someday his other Xangan friends get to experience what I was able to witness in those short 30+ hours.
A wonderful, wonderful post about a mutual friend. Lewis has likewise meant much to me; his Chronicles (along with LOTR) remains a benchmark for telling stories that convey spiritual truth without sacrificing a whopping tale. I love your quote, and in fact, I have a week coming up when I'll be teaching about color and beauty in the Bible -- this is the perfect quote. Thanks so much for bringing my attention to it!
I recognized your description of "Jack Lewis" early on; he's been one of my most admired writers for most of my life, too. I didn't read Narnia until I was an adult, finding myself with nothing to read (crisis!) except that boxed gift set on the shelves. So I picked up the first one--and didn't stop till I'd read them all through twice.
And that quote does resonate. When I see that scarlet leaf, hear that bird's song, feel that sweet breeze, see that dancing sunbeam, the crashing waves, the exquisite blue and white of the sky, so many other love notes from our Creator, my heart aches with the sweetness, and I can't help but feel His love, His pleasure in us, His delight in providing pleasures for those He loves. Thank you for reminding me of a quotable quote.
How interesting to learn that C.S. Lewis died on the same day as JFK! Aside from taking pleasure in reading his writings, I've also taken great comfort from the fact that he WAS an atheist who became one of the greatest Christian apologists. It has helped me through some rough spots of doubt in my personal faith walk to know that someone of Lewis's intellect grew to be one of Christianity's greatest advocates. I love the "up the sunbeam to the sun" image...what a beautiful, simple picture that is, of a ray of light streaming from the fingertip of God. Don't you always think of that when you see sunlight coming through clouds in streaks? I continue to grow in my conviction that nature is an echo of God's voice, that we CAN see Him through the beauty around us, and that this beauty is a very special, undeserved gift. Simplistic though it may be, how can one view the beauty of our world and NOT believe in a loving Creator?
Very well written! Your mastery of your craft is growing.
CSL's ability to draw his readers into different worlds was strong. I think the first of his I read [long long ago...] was Out of the Silent Planet.