Editor’s Note: November 22, 2013, will mark the fiftieth anniversary of C. S. Lewis’s death. On that day, he will be given a place in Westminster Abbey’s renowned Poet’s Corner. In commemoration of this event, all this week Christ and Pop Culture contributors will be writing about the works by C. S. Lewis that have been most personally significant to them.
I don’t tend to read essays over and over again as I would with the relish of a short story, but C.S. Lewis’s essay “The Weight Of Glory” is an exception. To me it is an extraordinary piece that taps into the very heart of our souls as human beings, the desire to belong and be known. When I first read it, I was astonished by the bold assertion that we as Christians don’t desire enough. Growing up in the church, I had always been taught to resist desires that were presumed to be evil and to suppress deep longings in the heart, because those things were most likely temptations that would lead me astray from the straight and skinny. So I was astonished when Lewis asserts,
Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak.
As I began to investigate this concept more deeply, I realized that in fact despite my churches’ many good teachings, they were deeply embedded in a quiet Gnosticism that despised, ignored, or rejected anything that didn’t fall in line with a particular brand of Christianity. My desires and longings were shallow and frivolous, and if I wanted to belong with God, I needed to relinquish them.
Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honour beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache.
The best part is the knowledge that we will be taken up into glory with Christ and that even now we image Christ, the Glory. If we only knew exactly what that meant and looked like, we would live extraordinary lives. As Lewis writes,
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal… It is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
It astonishes me that it is in this very Glory that my desires won’t be replaced, but met. Deep longings won’t be shamed, but satisfied.
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