[H]is [Charles Williams’] death has made my faith ten times stronger than it was a week ago. And I find all that talk about ‘feeling he is closer to us than before’ isn’t just talk. It’s just what it does feel like — I can’t put it into words. (To Mary Neylan, 20 May 1945, p. 652)*My friendship is not ended. . . . I believe in the next life ten times more strongly than I did. At moments it seems almost tangible. . . . A month ago I would have called this silly sentiment. Now I know better. He [Charles Williams] seems, in some indefinable way, to be all around us now. I do not doubt he is doing and will do for us all sorts of things he could not have done while in the body. (To Florence [Michal] Williams, 22 May 1945, pp. 653-654)*It has made the next world much more real and palpable. We all feel the same. . . . I have often heard of widows and bereaved mothers who ‘felt that “he” was now nearer to them than while in the body’ and always thought it a sentimental hyperbole. I know better now. (To Sister Penelope, 28 May 1945, p. 656)*It has increased enormously one’s faith in the next life and I can’t help feeling him [Charles Williams] all over the place. (To Anne Ridler, 3 June 1945, p. 659)
Mr Every (quite legitimately) gives the word invocation a wider sense than I. The question then becomes how far we can infer propriety of devotion from propriety of invocation? I accept the authority of the Benedicite for the propriety of invoking (in Mr Every’s sense) saints. . . .*If there is one kind of devotion to created beings which is pleasing and another which is displeasing to God, when is the Church, as a Church, going to instruct us in the distinction? . . .*Most of us laymen, I think, have no parti pris [‘preconception’] in the matter. We desire to believe as the Church believes. (To the Editor of the Church Times, 15 July 1949)*I hope Mr Every has not misunderstood me. There is, I believe, a prima facie case for regarding the devotions to saints in the Church of England as a controversial question [cites Anglicans Jewel, Laud, and Taylor] . . . I merely claim that the controversy exists. I share Mr Every’s wish that it should cease. But there are two ways in which a controversy can cease: by being settled, or by gradual and imperceptible change of custom. I do not want any controversy to cease in the second sense. (To the Editor of the Church Times, 5 August 1949)
But Hail Marys raise a doctrinal question: whether it is lawful to address devotions to any creature, however holy. My own view would be that a salute to any saint (or angel) cannot in itself be wrong any more than taking off one’s hat to a friend: but that there is always some danger lest such practices start one on the road to a state (sometimes fond in R.C.’s) where the B.V.M. is treated really as a deity and even becomes the centre of the religion. I therefore think that such salutes are better avoided. (To Mary Van Deusen, 26 June 1952, p. 209)
Additionally, Lewis reported “an instantaneous, unanswerable impression” of his deceased wife Joy’s presence. Some years earlier, he had felt “the ubiquitous presence” of his dead friend and fellow Christian writer, Charles Williams. Here is how Lewis described his experience. It makes for extremely fascinating reading:
It’s the quality of last night’s experience – not what it proves but what it was – that makes it worth putting down. It was quite incredibly unemotional. Just the impression of her mind momentarily facing my own. Mind, not “soul” as we tend to think of soul. Certainly the reverse of what is called “soulful.” Not at all like a rapturous reunion of lovers. Much more like getting a telephone call or a wire from her about some practical arrangement. Not that there was any “message” – just intelligence and attention. No sense of joy or sorrow. No love even, in our ordinary sense. No un-love. I had never in any mood imagined the dead as being so – well, so business-like. Yet there was an extreme and cheerful intimacy. An intimacy that had not passed through the senses or the emotions at all.
. . . A Greek philosopher wouldn’t have been surprised at an experience like mine. He would have expected that if anything of us remained after death it would be just that. Up to now this always seemed to me a most arid and chilling idea. The absence of emotion repelled me. But in this contact (whether real or apparent) it didn’t do anything of the sort. One didn’t need emotion. The intimacy was complete – sharply bracing and restorative too – without it.
. . . Once very near the end I said, “If you can – if it is allowed – come to me when I too am on my death bed.” “Allowed!” she said. “Heaven would have a job to hold me; and as for Hell, I’d break it into bits.” She knew she was speaking a kind of mythological language, with even an element of comedy in it. There was a twinkle as well as a tear in her eye. But there was no myth and no joke about the will, deeper than any feeling, that flashed through her. (A Grief Observed, Toronto: Bantam Books edition, 1961, 85-88)
C. S. Lewis’ Childhood in Belfast & Contra-Catholicism (Biographers and/or Friends Kreeft, Pearce, Derrick, and Possibly Tolkien Think This is Why Lewis Never Became a Catholic) [6-26-12]
C. S. Lewis vs. St. Paul on Future Binding Church Authority [National Catholic Register, 1-22-17]
Why C. S. Lewis Never Became a Catholic [National Catholic Register, 3-5-17]
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