Today is the forty third anniversary of the death of C.S. Lewis. Known to his friends as ‘Jack’. Lewis’ legacy has continued to grow and prosper. His work, fallen into the ground like a magic bean has grown to one of the largest plants in the world–reaching to the clouds.
The irony of this is that Lewis thought, when he was facing his death, that there would be no money to support his two stepsons. He had given most of his money away during his lifetime, and he was convinced that his books would go out of print soon after his demise.
I had an interesting experience linked with this when I lived in England. I was, at the time, chaplain at Kings’ College in Cambridge. It was my custom to go to choral Evensong every day in the famous chapel. One afternoon before going to chapel I was reading Lewis’ essay, A Rejoinder to Dr Pittinger. Pittenger was a ‘process theologian’–a liberal who believed God changed with the changing ways of men’s thought. He was famous in his day, and during his lifetime he and Lewis had crossed swords. I had been reading part of the debate.
When I got to chapel (this was in 1987) a dottering old man came up and spoke to me. He heard my American accent and asked what brought me to England. I said, ‘The work of T.S.Eliot and C.S.Lewis.’ He said, ‘I knew them both.’ Then his face clouded and he said, ‘Eliot was a genius, but that Lewis should never have strayed from his own discipline of literature.’ He asked my name and then offered his hand and said, ‘I’m Norman Pittenger.’
Jack Lewis, like Jack in the Beanstalk, is the slayer of giants.