Today I
feel in the mood for sharing what I think is one of C.S Lewis's best passages
from his terrific work The Great Divorce.
This is the scene in which a woman has arrived in the afterlife and anticipates
seeing the son she lost in death. If you have a few moments to carefully digest what is
being said, I'd say this is so good it makes most other Christian writers seem ordinary:
‘One of the most painful meetings we
witnessed was between a woman’s Ghost and a Bright Spirit who had apparently
been her brother. They must have met only a moment before we ran across them,
for the Ghost was just saying in a tone of unconcealed disappointment,
‘Oh, Reginald! It’s you, is it?’
‘Yes, dear,’ said the Spirit. ‘I
know you expected someone else. Can you…I hope you can be a little glad to see
even me; for the present.’
‘I did think Michael would have
come,’ said the Ghost; and then, almost fiercely, ‘He is here, of course?’
‘He’s there——far up in the
mountains.’
‘Why hasn’t he come to meet me?
Didn’t he know?’
‘My dear (don’t worry, it will all
come right presently) it wouldn’t have done. Not yet. He wouldn’t be able to
see or hear you as you are at present. You’d be totally invisible to Michael.
But we’ll soon build you up.’
“I should have thought if you can
see me, my own son could!’
‘It doesn’t always happen like that.
You see, I have specialised in this sort of work.’
‘Oh it’s work is it?’ snapped the
Ghost. ‘Well when am I going to be allowed to see him?’
‘There’s no question of being
allowed, Pam. As soon as it’s possible for him to see you, of course he will.
You need to be thickened up a bit.’
‘How?’ said the Ghost. The
monosyllable was hard and a little threatening.
‘I’m afraid the first step is a hard
one,’ said the Spirit. ‘But after that you’ll go on like a house on fire, you
will become solid enough for Michael to perceive you when you learn to want
Someone Else besides Michael. I don’t say “more than Michael”, not as a
beginning. That will come later. It’s only the little germ of a desire for God
that we need to start the process.’
‘Oh you mean religion and all that
sort of thing? This is hardly the moment…and from you, of all people. Well,
never mind. I’ll do whatever’s necessary. What do you want me to do? Come on.
The sooner I begin it, the sooner they’ll let me see my boy. I’m quite ready.’
‘But, Pam, do think! Don’t you see
you are not beginning at all as long as you are in that state of mind? You’re
treating God only as a means to Michael. But the whole thickening treatment
consists in learning to want God for His own sake.’
‘You wouldn’t talk like that if you
were a mother.’
‘You mean, if I were only a mother.
But there is no such thing as being only a mother. You exist as Michael’s
mother only because you first exist as God’s creature. That relation is older
and closer. No, listen, Pam! He also loves. He also has suffered. He also has
waited a long time.’
‘If He loved me He’d let me see my
boy. If He loved me why did He take Michael away from me? I wasn’t going to say
anything about that. But it’s pretty hard to forgive, you know.’
‘But He had to take Michael away.
Partly for Michael’s sake…’
‘I’m sure I did my best to make
Michael happy. I gave up my whole life…’
’Human beings can’t make one another
really happy for long. And secondly, for your sake. He wanted your merely instinctive
love for your child (tigresses share that, you know!) to turn into something
better. He wanted you to love Michael as He understands love. You cannot love a
fellow-creature fully till you love God. Sometimes this conversion can be
done while the instinctive love is still gratified. But there was, it seems, no
chance of that in your case. The instinct was uncontrolled and
fierce and monomaniac. (Ask your daughter, or your husband. Ask our own mother.
You haven’t once thought of her.) The only remedy was to take away its object.
It was a case for surgery. When that first kind of love was thwarted, then
there was just a chance that in the loneliness, in the silence, something else
might begin to grow.’
‘This is all nonsense—-cruel and
wicked nonsense. What right have you to say things like that about Mother-love?
It is the highest and holiest feeling in human nature.’
‘Pam, Pam—-no natural feelings are
high or low, holy or unholy in themselves. They are all holy when God’s hand is
on the rein. They all go bad when they set up on their own and make themselves
into false gods.’
