“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
― C.S. Lewis (1898-1963  British author, broadcaster, academic–Oxford University)

Loved this soon as I read it.  I can survive the day on my own, but sharing it with people I love, true friends (you know who you are!), makes the day all the richer, makes this crazy complicated life into a journey with dear companions.

“Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God.”  –I John 4:7


The Light of Faith




“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen — not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”

Source: C.S. Lewis — “Is Theology Poetry” (1945)


“The Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory”  –Psalm 60:19

So very thankful for he clarity of faith, for the ways God speaks to our souls and helps this sometimes unwieldy life make sense. What would I do without him?

Waiting Again

tumblr_n02xrwNVln1r1urdoo1_1280Hello friends– We’re waiting for a few things around here, things beyond our control,  and you know that’s not easy.  So finding this thought from C.S. Lewis, was a good reminder for me…

“We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield.
In him our heart rejoice, for we trust in his holy name.
May your unfailing love rest upon us. O Lord, even as we put our hope in you.”
–Psalm 33:20 to 22.


Thanks to the Living In Simplicity tumblr for the graphic

Making Toast…A Grief Observed (2 Books)

41VMaGIhVKL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_Hello all– I recently found Making Toast, Roger Rosenblatt’s lovely memoir on the new books shelf at the library.  Rosenblatt’s daughter Amy was a wife, mother of 3 small children and a gifted doctor, when she died of an unexpected heart condition at home on her treadmill.  Immediately the Rosenblatt’s leave their New York home to live indefinitely with their grandchildren and son-in-law, a surgeon.  They become the ones who shepherd kids to school, to lessons and make the morning toast…

You have to admire the author’s sacrifice and generosity as he and his wife Ginny, slip into their new roles.  The book is simply a string of vignettes about their days with the children, the rest of the family. There are birthdays, and reading together, quiet moments of humor and tender offers of support from friends far and wide.  The tone of the book is surprisingly matter of fact.  There is a dearth of emotion that seems not quite authentic.  You feel like someone watching through a window, removed, not knowing the real anguish or pain of this family.    And although this not a “religious” family, the author does write, “My anger at God remains unabated”…”My only spiritual thought that has come to me is a kind of prayer to Amy that we are doing what she would have us do.”  I spent a good part of the book wishing this kind man had real hope, a faith in God that would sustain him.

41-8XDPojdL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA160_So when I closed the cover on that book, I searched our bookshelves to find and reread C.S. Lewis’ book, A Grief Observed.  This is a very different book, written as a private journal, not intended for publication.  It also has a good share of railing at God, but from a man who’s genuine faith in God has been shaken to it’s core.  The tone of this book is almost too personal, as Lewis slogs through the mire of grief and sorrow upon the death of his wife, Joy.  He writes, “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”  You feel very much involved with Lewis in his struggle to confront life’s most difficult question of death itself.  It’s a powerful book, a hard book to read,  but in the end so sustaining.

Books –and C.S.Lewis

“I am a product […of] endless books.  My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them.  There were books in the study, books in he drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in the bedroom, books piled high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents’ interest, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not.  Nothing was forbidden me.  In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves.  I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.”

                                                                                              — C. S. Lewis 

C. S. Lewis, to my mind, the greatest Christian thinker of the 20th century, shaped by books and the gift of his written works have influenced millions of the faithful.