18 December 2013

In Terra Pax


It’s not often read this time of year. Yet, for me, it evokes some of the mystery, meaning, and wonder of the season.  Noel: Christmas Eve, 1913, written by the English poet Robert Bridges (1844-1930).  The poem recalls a mystical experience Bridges had one Christmas Eve almost a century ago. Marking the moment in time, “1913,” makes its setting all the more poignant, knowing that by Christmas Eve 1914 the so-called “Christian” nations of Europe will have unleashed total war against each other, hurling the world into a cataclysm of death and destruction, an unspeakable horror that we have yet to come to terms with fully.  Did Bridges have some sense of what was to come?  


A frosty Christmas Eve
        when the stars were shining.
Fared I forth alone
        where westward falls the hill,
And from many a village
        in the water’d valley
Distant music reach’d me
        peals of bells aringing:
The constellated sounds
        ran sprinkling on earth’s floor
As the dark vault above
        with stars was spangled o’er.

Then sped my thoughts to keep
        that first Christmas of all
When shepherds watching
        by their fold ere the dawn
Heard music in the fields
        and marveling could not tell
Whether it were angels
        or the bright stars singing.

I first came across this poem more than twenty years ago and it continues to speak deeply to me.  There’s a nice setting of the poem, slightly paraphrased, on the album “John Denver & The Muppets – A Christmas Together” from 1979, although it’s a little too sentimental and nostalgic for me.  The English composer Gerald Finzi (1901-1956) set the full Bridges text to music in his affecting choral work In Terra Pax (On Earth Peace), written in 1954, which is how I first became familiar with it.  (I’m a huge Finzi fan.)

Finzi’s arrangement is haunting, ethereal, inexplicably beautiful in the way he envisions Bridges on that hillside. Finzi places us out there, alone, on that frosty hill on Christmas Eve, a year before the war, humbled and in awe under the vaulted darkness and the stars of the firmament.  From atop the hills of the English countryside, church bells, down in the valley, can be heard ringing out their lusty peals calling people to worship, anticipating Christmas morning, announcing the birth of the Christ child.  Lost in revelry, Bridges’ thoughts speed across the centuries from his particular moment and place in time to another when poor shepherds huddled under a similar vaulted darkness, gazed at a similar set of stars whose firmament shined with unspeakable glory, shepherds keeping their flock on another hillside; shepherds who heard not bells, as Luke’s Gospel tells us, but angels proclaiming news of great joy, “To you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord” (Luke 2:11).

Finzi imaginatively connects us back to that “first Christmas” by creatively placing into the composition, after “bright stars singing,” a portion of Luke’s birth narrative:

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them: 

‘Fear not; for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 
For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.’” (Luke 2: 8-14, King James Version)

For Bridges, standing on that hillside on Christmas Eve in 1913, reflecting upon that first Christmas evening, time now and time then, present and past cannot be distinguished.  They merge. Seamless. Ambiguous. Mysterious. Bridges says he “could not tell whether it were angels or the bright stars shining.”  Not either-or; both-and. And so he stopped and listened and reflected upon the meaning of it all. And as he did, Bridges answered:
But to me heard afar
        it was starry music
Angel’s songs, comforting
        as the comfort of Christ
When he spake tenderly
        to his sorrowful flock:
The old words came to me
        by the riches of time
Mellow’d and transfigured
        as I stood on the hill
Heark’ning in the aspect
        of th’ eternal silence.


For Christians, this is the deep message of time, the music of the spheres, the truth of eternity given a face, enfleshed in the birth of Jesus.  The “old words” of that first Christmas still speak out across the vast, broad space of time, so that, as T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) knew, “here and now cease to matter.” The message still has the power to gracefully alter our perceptions of the world. We can be taken back to that Bethlehem hillside with the shepherds and that hillside can be transformed into the places where we live and work, worship and pray.  Whether there or here, the message is still the same, old, yet always new.  For Christians, the power of this message—God with us—continues to define us, shape us, mellow and transfigure us.  So, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of this season, perhaps we can take time to stop and be still, listen to the eternal silence, quietly—listen.  Listen afar. The angels are still singing—“Glory to God in the highest!”  Still proclaiming a message we have yet to fully hear and fathom, one we desperately need as 2013 draws to a close: “…on earth peace.”  May it be so.

*This post may also be found here

08 December 2013

Magnificat!

William Strutt (1825-1915), "Peace" (1896).
Isaiah 11: 1-10 & Luke 1:46b-55

Second Sunday of Advent/ 8th December 2013

Perhaps you love poetry.  Perhaps you don’t.  Maybe it leaves you feeling empty, cold.  Or, maybe it’s the life-blood that feeds your soul.  It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Yet, the work of the poet has always been indispensable to the life of faith.  Why?  Because the poet, a master of metaphor, image, and symbol, urges us to move from the surface into the depths that surround and undergird us. 

Good poets, good poetry illumine reality and allow us to see the world and ourselves—even God—in new ways.  They open up the world for us. They open up our hearts.  They open our eyes and invite us to see, to pierce more deeply into the soul of all things.  They help us see what we can’t see on our own; they help us perceive what our senses are dumb (have become numb) to: they envision the world in a new way and then call us to join them in that vision, allowing us to participate in the world in new, meaningful, transformative ways.  The poet is an angel of light who helps us to see (we who are often blind) with new eyes—the world, ourselves, the future, God.  And once we capture a glimpse of their vision—once we see with their eyes—we can’t un-see it.  We've been changed.

            This is really what the entire Bible is all about: it’s trying to get us to see ourselves, our world, the future, God, from a different perspective; to see what we cannot see, will not see, on our own. The people who were most passionate about envisioning the world from God’s perspective were called prophets—they’re still called prophets. They were lone voices then, they’re still lone voices today.

            “Prophet” is a loaded word; it comes with a lot of baggage.  First, no one really wants to be a prophet or associated with prophets.  You don’t wake up one morning and say to yourself, “I think I want to be a prophet.”  It’s a reluctant calling.  And prophets are odd, eccentric.  You have to admit: John the Baptist is a little weird, living out in the wilderness surviving on locusts and wild honey (Matthew 3:4). Who wants to be like him?  

Many equate a prophet with a seer, someone who predicts or foretells the future, maybe someone like Nostradamus (1503-1566).  The prophets are more than fortunetellers, however.  Walter Brueggemann, one of the leading Old Testament scholars of our age, prefers to think of prophets as poets. This is very helpful. 

Biblical prophets are really poets who have a different set of eyes.  They can see far off into God’s future and they call us to imagine with them “that day” when the world will be as God intends it to be.  Their bold, surprising, shocking, even ludicrous visions get our attention, they cause us to wake up, to pay attention; they startle and disturb us in order to stir us from our slumber in order to see what God is up to all around us.  Their bold visions reframe the way we understand our lives within God’s gracious providence.

            This is also the work of the poet.  Last Sunday, Dorothy Boulton shared novelist Salman Rushdie’s understanding of what a poet does: “A poet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from falling asleep.”  We can easily replace poet for prophet here: a prophet’s work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, prophets shape the world and stop it from falling asleep.  It’s no wonder that prophets are mistreated, imprisoned and silenced—think of Nelson Mandela (1918-2013), for he was truly one of the great prophets of our time.  Sometimes the prophets are even killed—think of Jesus.  The nineteenth century art critic and essayist John Ruskin (1819-1900) makes the connection plain by tying all three together: “To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one.”

            And there’s no prophet—no poet—quite like Isaiah, whose vision of God’s future has left an indelible impression upon Christianity.  It’s not surprising that the book of Isaiah, which was written and compiled over several hundred years, is known as the Fifth Gospel, after Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Isaiah impressed his vision upon the early Church and gave them the “eyes” to recognize what God was doing through Jesus of Nazareth.

Isaiah sees things that no one else does.  He imagines things that no one could yet imagine.  He envisions a future that seems shocking and impossible.  There will come a day when, “The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them” (Is. 11:6).  You’re probably thinking when you hear this: Really, Isaiah? Come on. When pigs fly.  

Is this just wishful thinking? Groundless hope?

Or does Isaiah know something we don’t?  Does he see something we can’t see?  And can we trust him—we who are skeptics and doubters, we who have been burnt too many times, been disappointed too many times, we who prefer to be cynics, who resist being hopeful because we don’t want to be disappointed—can we trust him? Maybe we’ve been wounded too many times that we’ve lost our capacity to imagine a different future, something other than the same-old, same-old.

            Several years ago an older member of my extended family, someone who was raised in the church but has no vital connection to a faith community today, said to me, dismissively, that Christmas is not a big deal for adults, “It’s really only for children.”  I didn’t say anything.  It was not the time or the place for a conversation on this.  I was stunned by the comment, though, on a number levels, as a Christian, as a minister.  She’s entitled to her beliefs and feelings, of course. But more than anything else I felt deep sadness when I heard these words, sad that she felt that way. Christmas was a thing of the past, of her past. “It’s really only for children.”

            Well, yes, to a degree.  But it’s not only for children; it’s about children, about a child—and about the life of the child who still lives in each of us.

            It’s telling that the prophet-poet Isaiah places right at the center of his vision of the new day God will bring for Israel, a child. The symbolism of the child is running all through Isaiah here.  The child will invite the wolf to live with the lamb.  Earlier in Isaiah 9, we find the divine-child motif emerging:  “For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace” (Is. 9:6). His reign will yield peace and justice and righteousness from his time onward and forevermore (Is. 9:7).  It’s important to note here that the early Church saw Jesus as this child, but Isaiah didn’t; he didn’t give this child a name. As Christians we have to be careful about reading too much back into Isaiah’s vision.  What Isaiah sensed was that a child would pave the way.

            The appearance of a child is a deep pattern or archetype found in many religions.  The Swiss psychiatrist Carl G. Jung (1875-1961) wrote extensively about the emergence of the child archetype at critical moments in the history of humanity or the emergence of the image of a child in dreams at critical moments of development, personal growth, even transformation.[1]  Personally, I put a lot of stock in this and can vouch that infants and children have emerged in my own dreams just prior to significant, positive changes that occurred in my life.  That’s because the image of a child, as Jung said, “…is potential future.”  The image of a child “signifies as a rule an anticipation of future developments.”[2]  Something new is being born.  A child represents the future, right?  Promise.  Potential. What is to come.  Development.  Growth.  A child paves the way for the future.

            Isaiah wants Judah to know that eventually the future, embodied in the child, will witness God’s original intent for the world: justice, righteousness, wholeness, compassion, a making right.  There is no doubt about this.  That’s why another prophet, Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968), could say with confidence that while the moral arc of the universe might be long “it bends toward justice”—and by justice he didn’t mean “getting even,” that’s not justice.  That’s not the biblical view of justice.  He meant justice as making right, restoring, making whole.  That’s what Nelson Mandela knew. He modeled a biblical vision of justice.  After 27 years in jail, he said, “As I walked out the door toward my freedom I knew that if I did not leave all the anger, hatred and bitterness behind that I would still be in prison.”  He imagined a new future for himself and his people, which must have seemed ludicrous at the time.  But as Mandela said later, “It always seems impossible until it’s done.”[3]  Sounds like Isaiah too.

            “A shoot, a living branch will emerge out of a stump,” Isaiah said—a stump of a tree, a stump of a dead tree, a tree cut down to its stump?—and a new living branch will emerge out of decaying roots.  It always seems impossible until it’s done. It will emerge from the tree of Jesse, a new seed, a child.  And “the spirit of Yahweh shall rest on him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and the fear of Yahweh” (Is. 11:2).  “The ‘spirit of Yahweh’ is a force that enlivens, gives power, energy, and courage, so that its bearer is recognized as one designated, who has the capacity to do what the world believes is impossible.”[4] This child’s delight will be in the holy fear, the awe of Yahweh.  And because he comes in the name of Yahweh this child brings Yahweh’s future, he will bring a fresh set of eyes and ears to what he sees and hears in the world, with righteousness he shall care for the poor, he will pursue equity and fairness.  He will reverse the ways of the world. That’s what this child will do.  He will offer a new, never-before-seen future, an unimaginable future.  That’s what the announcement of the divine-child will do.

            And when Mary heard from the angel that she would have a child, a divine-child, she broke forth into song, poetry, really.  It caused her soul to sing because the birth of this child meant a new vision of the future had been cast, a never-before-seen future, an unimaginable tomorrow that will usher in the great reversal of every abusive power in the world.  The rich and haughty and selfishly powerful will be brought down; those on the bottom, those who have been at the bottom of society for a very long time, kept at the bottom, forced to stay at the bottom will be elevated, will be exalted, will be lifted up and given their rightful place in God’s world.  This is the future this child will pave, will lead us toward.  His way will mean good news for the poor, for the lowly.  His way will fill the hungry with good things; they will be fed and satisfied, content.  That’s what the birth of this divine-child will mean, that’s what it means. That’s what it always means.  This is what the birth of this child signals for us and for our children and children’s children.  This is what happens when this child is born in us and lives through us.

            No wonder Mary cried out, “Magnificat!”  “My soul magnifies the Lord.” Μεγαλύνει ψυχή μου….  The child she bears magnifies—what?  The child enlarges her image of God, enhances her understanding of who God really is.  The child allows her to see what she didn’t clearly see before: so, this is who God is! The child she carries will bear forth a vision of God, of God’s intent, God’s dreams, God’s plan for the world.  Not just for some, but for all—“to Abraham and to his descendants forever” (Luke 1:55b). That’s what this baby, this child means. 

The English psychiatrist D. W. Winnicott (1896-1971) once said, “There is no such thing as a baby—meaning that if you set out to describe a baby, you will find that you are describing a baby and someone.  A baby cannot exist alone but is essentially part of a relationship.”  The same was true for Jesus. The promise of his birth, his birth is for all of us.  His birth is humanity’s birth.  His birth is our birth. His future is our future.  The promise is there, not for some but for all of us.  The impossible is possible.  The child paves the way.  The child announces and discloses God’s future.  And a child will lead us there all the way.





[1] C. G. Jung, “The Psychology of the Child Archetype,” The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, The Collected Works of C. G. Jung, vol. 9i (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1990), pars. 259-305.
[2] Jung, par. 278.
[3] Bono said this week of Mandela that he could see a future no one else could see.  
[4] Walter Brueggemann, Isaiah 1-39 (Louisville:  Westminster John Knox Press, 1998), 99.

26 November 2013

The Reconciliation of All Things

Cristo Redentor (Christ the Redeemer) statue, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Colossians 1: 11-20

Reign of Christ Sunday/ 24th November 2013

On Friday, this nation remembered that tragic day in 1963 when President John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) was fatally shot in Dallas, bringing an end to Camelot.  Fifty years.  In the grand scheme of things, not very long ago.  And, yet, in many ways it was another age, another time, another world.  This past week the press took us back to remember that fateful day and invited us to imagine how the world could have been different if November 22 was just another ordinary day in 1963.  However, the press overlooked (for the most part) two other major figures who died that same day. One was the humanist, pacifist Aldous Huxley (1894-1963), a leading intellectual of his day and author of the Brave New World, a novel written in 1931 that envisioned the world in the year 2540.  Brave New World was ranked among the top 100 novels of the twentieth century. Through an imaginary rendering of what the future will be. Huxley critiqued issues that faced Europe and the United States in 1930s, between the wars.

            The other notable figure who died fifty years ago on November 22 was Clive Staples Lewis—C. S. Lewis (1898-1963), the Oxford don, scholar, medievalist, author of children’s books, such as The Chronicles of Narnia, and many volumes of Christian apologetics, with well-known titles, such as The Screwtape Letters, God in the Dock, and perhaps his most famous theological work, Mere Christianity. In his memoir Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life, Lewis told the story of his conversion from atheism to theism to his eventual trust and faith in Christ, calling himself “the most reluctant convert in all of England.”  On Friday evening downtown at the meeting of the American Academy of Religion there was a celebration of Lewis’s work and influence, led by N. T. Wright, the former bishop of Durham, now professor at the University of St. Andrews. Wright has been been described as a kind of “Lewis” for our day writing about Christianity to a broad audience.  Wright is also one of the leading Pauline scholars in the world.  Wright just published what will surely be a landmark book on the letters of Paul, a work—at more than 1700 pages—that will shape biblical scholarship for the next fifty years.[1]

            More people are reading C.S. Lewis today than ever before.  Children of all faiths (and none) are still hearing about the adventures of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy venturing through the magical wardrobe into the land Narnia, the world of the White Witch, and the powerful, never safe, but always good, Aslan, a character who symbolizes Christ. 

            What an imagination Lewis had.  Lewis is a wonderful example of how imagination, particularly a Christian, that is, baptized imagination, images the world, figures and transfigured the world, envisions the world.  He created a marvelous world for his characters, for us really, and in doing so allowed us to reimagine our world, to envision what is possible.  By offering an alternative world he transfigured the way we see the world and our lives within it.  It’s all the more remarkable, really, given that one time in a conversation about faith with J. R. R. Tolkien (1892-1973) over a pint of ale at the Eagle and Child pub in Oxford, Tolkien increasingly frustrated with Lewis—who was still a non-believer at this point whereas Tolkien was a devout Roman Catholic—said, “Your inability to understand stems from a failure of imagination on your part!” Can you imagine telling C. S. Lewis that he suffers from a failure of imagination?

            My mentor at Princeton Seminary, James Loder (1931-2001)—who was also a huge C. S. Lewis fan, who sketched images of Aslan for his children—suggested that we need to make a distinction between the imaginary and the imaginative.  Something that is imaginary takes you out of the world, out of reality; it’s a flight of fancy, often escapist. An imaginative act, on the other hand, is an entirely different faculty.  It was the Danish philosopher Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) who understood imagination as the capacity instar omnium, meaning equivalent to all in importance.  As a faculty of the self, imagination has the capacity to create, order, and reorder the world.  The imaginative act, thought, or word has the power to put you more deeply into the world, into a world transfigured, into the real.[2]  

            What does all of this have to do with Colossians 1 or with the Reign of Christ Sunday? A lot. Today is the last Sunday of the liturgical year, the Church orders its Sundays and patterns its worship upon Jesus’ life, death, resurrection, and ascension.  Next week is Advent and we begin the annual cycle afresh.  Next week we begin to wait.  This week we lift up a different, often neglected aspect of the Christian life: Christ’s reign over our lives, Christ’s reign over the world.  A text such as Colossians 1 lifts up a particular image of Christ and the Church and the world, of the world that is to come, but also the world as it already now is by God’s grace.  And Colossians 1, especially verses 15-20, is crammed with Christological significance—we could be here all day, all week, indeed, a lifetime unpacking what Paul is claiming here in this text that was probably written as a hymn to Christ.

            The honest question before us is this: is this text imaginary or imaginative?  Is it just wishful thinking, a fancy of what the world might be?  Perhaps. Or is it a baptized imaginative rendering of reality rooted in the person and work of Christ, what he accomplished, what he continues to offer the world?[3]  Colossians casts a vision here for us and it’s up to you and me to decide: imaginary or imaginative?
           
            Paul’s answer is pretty clear.  It’s imaginative.  In fact either Paul or the writer of this hymn wants us to pay attention to the image that shapes our imagination.  For the hymn says Christ was the “image of the invisible God” (Col. 1:15). The Greek here is ikon.  We could also translate it as “symbol.”  Christ is the ikon, the symbol, the image of the invisible God.  It’s important to remember that Paul understood an ikon or symbol as sharing in the reality it represents.  That’s what a symbol does, it participates in the reality toward which it points.  A sign, by contrast, refers to itself, indicating a way or sharing a message (such as a Stop sign).   A cross is a symbol, not a sign, because it represents, points to, and participates in a whole reality that stands behind it.  Christ as ikon makes the invisible visible. He represents that deeper reality, the deeper truth, even as he participates in it.  Christ, therefore, is a manifestation of something else because as ikon he participates in a deeper reality and that deeper reality is God. We see through him and see God.  We see through him and discover God’s intention for the world. We see through him and discover God’s plan of redemption and resurrection in the heart of all things.  We see through him and discover that God’s intention in Christ, as it was from the beginning of time, is to reconcile all things through Christ and in Christ.

            All things…ta panta, in Greek,…every order of the universe, every level of reality, every principality, power, authority, throne, and dominion. From the micro to the macro level, the work of Christ on the cross was to reconcile, to make peace with and among all the powers of the world, in order that every principality and power and throne and dominion might yield its authority and serve the benevolent intentions of God.  Christ’s life and ministry and resurrection together mark the “beginning” of this work and his life and ministry, resurrection and ascension show us that it’s God’s desire to fill “all things” with Christ’s presence.  To fill all things.  To dwell among us.  To fill every aspect of our lives with God’s presence. Christ sums up God’s intention for the entire cosmos: to fill all things.  There is nothing and no one outside the scope of Christ’s presence and power. That’s the goal. That’s also the claim for reality, right now, because of the resurrection.

            Now, you can say all of this is imaginary theological mumbo-jumbo, a flight of fancy.  Perhaps. Or maybe it’s a baptized imaginative recasting of the world that, even now, the Spirit is crafting in order for us to see and feel and know that right now this new world is both here and on the way.  This imaginative rendering of reality put Paul and the early church more deeply into the world, engaged with the world, sent Paul traveling all over his world.  They all knew that reality was different because of Christ.  Indeed, reality is never the same when one is in Christ.  We come to see that all things are held in Christ and when we know this, trust this, indwell this truth, then everything changes.  That’s why Christ is the beginning of all things, the arche (Col. 1:18), and in him all things become new.

            Paul lived in a world transfigured by the presence of Christ.  And Paul extends that invitation to us, to see the world from that perspective, to see ourselves as already participating in the power and presence of Christ, to be en Christos, in Christ, as Paul loved to say, to exist in Christ.

            And this is the claim of the early Church: to be in Christ means that we exist in the midst of the Christ who has already reconciled us to God, who has already reconciled every wayward power and principality in the universe.  Not some day.  Not one day.  Right now, we are reconciled.  We live in a world that is no longer at enmity with God.  Right now.  In him all things hold together.

            Now, you’re probably thinking that I’m completely detached from reality, that this is an imaginary flight of fancy.  This isn’t the way the world is.  This is ludicrous.  Perhaps. Or maybe this is an imaginative rendering of the world as it is and is becoming.  It’s a rendering of reality in the light of Christ that helps us to see what the world was created for, through which we understand the meaning of Christ’s life, that helps us to discern the shape and scope and meaning of our lives.  Through this imaginative rendering we realize that we are not where we will be and so we begin again the process of waiting and hoping for Christ to be born yet again into our lives, so that our lives and the life of  the world might conform to that image, that ikon, that vision that we find in Christ.

That’s that goal, which is already here and on the way.  I’m not making this up.  It’s how Paul describes the Christian life.  It’s the imaginative vision that transfigures the here and now; we are on the way to becoming what is already true.  Now and then. 

            I know, it all sounds abstract.  Perhaps C. S. Lewis is helpful here.  This is what he wants us to imagine, imaginations baptized, to see what Christ has done and is doing in us, through us, for us.  Lewis wrote:

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what [God] is doing. [God] is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently [God] starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is [God] up to? The explanation is that [God] is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but [God] is building a palace. [God] intends to come and live in it Himself.”[4] 

Our lives a palace—expansive and large.  For “Once a King [once a Queen] in Narnia, always a King [always a Queen].”[5]  And so the work continues.   For truly God intends to come and live in us.








[1]On Tuesday, November 26, 2013, I attended a fascinating session at ARR, “Reflections on the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Death of C. S. Lewis,” presided by my friend Robert MacSwain.  Four papers were given by leading theologians and philosophers assessing Lewis’s writings and his relevancy today.  See also Robert MacSwain and Michael Ward, eds., The Cambridge Companion to C. S. Lewis (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2010). See N. T. Wright, Paul and the Faithfulness of God (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2013).
[2] James E. Loder, The Transforming Moment (Colorado Springs: Helmers & Howard, 1989), 24ff.  Loder on C. S. Lewis, 131ff.  On Loder’s use of Kierkegaard see Kenneth E. Kovacs, The Relational Theology of James E. Loder:  Encounter and Conviction (New York:  Peter Lang, 2011).
[3] The notion of the imagination baptized is taken from Lewis in Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life (New York: Harvest/HBJ, 1955), 181.
[4] C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (New York: Macmillan, 1960), 174.  Lewis borrowed this analogy from George MacDonald (1824-1905).
[5] C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (New York: Collier Books, 1970), 186.