CS LEWIS DOCUMENTARY | The Life Story from Atheism to Theism (2023)


The author of NARNIA, CS LEWIS- is one of the most incredible writers of all time! Watch his amazing journey from atheism to the theism and how he came across the gospel and gave his life to God! I'm happy to share this documentary with you all! If you have not yet heard of CS Lewis, I highly recommend you familiarize yourself with him and his work. His life story is deep, profound and truly inspiring! This is a MUST watch!


Clive staples Lewis tells us his own life story with a purpose.

His is a journey toward belief.

In God he was born in 1898, 42 years after Freud.

He grew up in Belfast Northern Ireland.

His grandfather was a Protestant minister, his father Albert a lawyer.

His mother flora was a mathematician in 1907.

They moved into little Li, which Albert had built for his wife and there they were a very happy family.

I think flora knew her son better than the father did.

She gave him a good foundation in Latin and in French and in English, when he was 5 Lewis told his family that he would no longer answer to the name of clive.

They were to call him jack.

I am a product of empty sunlit rooms, indoor silences attics explored in solitude here.

My first stories were written and illustrated they were an attempt to combine my two chief literary pleasures, dressed animals and knights in armor Jack, and his older brother Warren spent all their time together, playmates and companions together.

They made a magical private world once in those very early days, my brother Warren brought into the nursery a box which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers.

That was the first beauty I ever knew.

It made me aware of nature as something cool, dewy, fresh exuberant everything seems like a dream.

Anything seems possible from all sorts of ideas float through your mind.

It was something quite different from ordinary life and even from ordinary pleasure, something as they would now say.

In another dimension, it was a sensation of desire, but before I knew what I desired, the desire was gone.

The world turned commonplace again throughout his life.

Lewis would often remember the feeling aroused in him by the toy garden.

He named that feeling joy, there's a pang of desire that this garden brings back as though he once was someplace, which is now beyond his reach.

It's lost to him and he wants desperately to return to that.

I must now turn to a great loss that befell our family.

When my mother became ill, there were voices and comings and goings, all over the house.

Our whole existence changed into something alien and menacing.

As the house became full of strange smells and midnight noises, I remembered what had been taught.

The prayers offered in faith would be granted.

I set myself to produce by willpower a firm belief that my prayers for her recovery would be successful.

The thing hadn't worked with my mother's death all settled happiness.

All it was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life, and there has never been really any sense of security and snugness since I've not quite succeeded in growing up on that point, there is still too much of mummys lost little boy about me, my father's good qualities As well as his weaknesses incapacitated him for the task of bringing up too noisy and mischievous schoolboys Albert was distraught.

Now we all know that, if possible, the the survivor needs to be strong for the children, but in this case I think the children were simply partly devastated by the fact that not only had their mother died, but their father was falling apart in front of them.

One day my brother made a tent, he used a dust sheet from the Attic and a stepladder taken from the house and turned into tent poles.

My father came home from work, then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared.

He said it would close the house and we should be sent away to America being still a boy.

I believed in these threats I would awake at night and if I did not immediately hear my brother's breathing from the neighboring bed, I often suspected my father and he had secretly risen.

While I slept and gone off to America that I was finally abandoned.

No more of the old security, it was sea and islands.

Now the great continent had sunk like Atlantis the most heart-wrenching episode in all of Lewis's literature, I think happens in The Magician's Nephew when the little boy picks the Apple that Aslan sent him for and knows that his mother lies dying at home in England and realizes That this magic Apple could cure her and the witch says take it take just a slice of it.

The lion will never know and it will kill your mother, but the little boy Diggory doesn't do it.

He brings it back to Iceland and is so surprised when Aslan gives him a piece and says: take it back well, the little boy takes the Apple back to his dying mother and gives it to her, and we see the middle aged CS Lewis.

Writing in his book of fantasy what he couldn't achieve in life, Jack Lewis was sent to boarding school in England.

He had lost his mother and been abandoned by his father and the faith that had failed him when he went to boarding school CS.

Lewis reacted against what he felt was a disappointing and dull religious faith.

The fussy, time-wasting moderation of it all hymns were extremely disagreeable to me of all musical instruments.

I liked the organ least.

Christianity was mainly associated for me with ugly architecture, ugly, music and bad poetry.

School life was almost wholly dominated by the social struggle to get on to arrive.

The rivalry was fierce.

The prizes glittering, the hell of failures of Lea.

I came to hate school.

I never ceased by letter or by word of mouth, to beg my father that I might be taken away at last, when Jack turned 16 Albert, his father agreed to take him out of school to study with a private tutor.

His name was William Kirkpatrick called the great knock by his students.

If ever a man came close to being a purely logical entity, that man was the great knock, he had been a Presbyterian and was now an atheist.

Great knock had been Albert.

Louis's tutor had been Warren.

Louis's tutor was a very severe logician.

You know, Lewis recourse his first meeting with the great knock and an attempt to make small talk.

So he said something like him.

It's a nice day and the great knock said: what do you mean by nice and on what grounds do you attribute those qualities to this day? It was realized that this is not a man to make small talk with.

He was the very man who taught me to think a hard satirical atheist, a man as honest as daylight.

His attitude to Christianity was for me the beginning of adult thinking.

The impression I got was that religion in general, though utterly false, was a natural growth, a kind of endemic nonsense into which humanity tended to blunder.

In 1914, the First World War engulfed Europe three years later at the age of 17 Louis won a coveted scholarship to Oxford University.

But before his freshman year was over, he decided to enlist in the British Army among his classmates.

Going to the battlefront was his friend patty Moore Louis was a visitor to the moor home and was received like a member of the family, and so they swore to each other the following.

If one of them died and the other lived in the war, the survivor would take care of the dead comrades family.

The war was a kind of crusade to the youth of Europe.

They were convinced that the enemy were demons.

They were convinced that theirs was a cause worth dying for and 9,000,000 did.

I have gone to sleep, marching and woken again and found myself still marching the freights, the cold, the smell of high-explosive, the landscape of sheer earth, without a blade of grass.

The horribly smashed men still moving like half crushed beetles luis, was on intimate terms with pain.

He was wounded in World War, one he saw the sergeant who had saved his life blown up next to him.

In other words, he knew as as that generation did the horrors of the Great War.

He thought God was at fault for causing the suffering he saw in the first world war.

That was God's fault.

He shouldn't have allowed that to happen.

He thought he was a blackened.

That is where he described God in his own poetry, 14th of May 1918.

Patti has been missing for over a month and is almost certainly dead of all my own particular set at Oxford.

He has been the first to go and it is a bitter irony to remember that he was always certain that he would come through after the war who was returned to Oxford good to his word.

He set up house with his dead comrades, mother and sister Janie and Maureen war.

She was mother surrogate, she was a companion and of course she was a comfort to him as well.

I mean there was this household.

It was home for Lois home.

This idea of home this matters very much the early loss of my mother, great unhappiness at school and the shadow of the last war and present there.

The experience of it had given me a very pessimistic view of existence.

My atheism was based on it.

In 1922, Jack Lewis took his degree in classics and philosophy from Oxford University.

At the time, reason and logic dominated academic thinking Louis describes the new psychology of Freud, which made a tremendous impact upon undergraduate particular somebody like Louis, whose life was so imaginative.

The new psychology was at that time sweeping through us all.

We were all influenced.

We were all concerned about fantasy or wishful thinking.

I formed the resolution of always judging and acting with the greatest good sense.

He was saying that all youth at that time were trying to escape from wish fulfillment dreams if they got that from Freud, and they wanted to in one way spit on the images of the youth and go on to.

They knew not what but anyway, leave that behind, because it was juvenile Lewis was writing a long poem called dimer in it.

He portrayed belief in God as a tempting allusion, one that had to be resisted, but he found that in his own life he wasn't so certain the question of God's existence would not let him go.

I was at that time living like many atheists in a world of contradictions, I maintained that God did not exist.

I was also very angry with God for not existing.

I was equally angry with him for creating a world.

Why should creatures have the burden of existence? Forced on them, without their consent, more than anything Louis wanted to write poetry, and for that he needed the security of an academic career.

He applied for teaching jobs at Oxford, but college after college turned him down.

I was attacked by a series of gloomy thoughts about professional and literary failure, such a rage against poverty and fear, and all the infernal net I seemed to be in, but I went out and mowed the lawn and cursed all the gods for half an hour nurses.

First, ambition: a burning ambition from the age of about the Dean was to be a poet, a great poet.

I could not say simply that I desire of my fame, but that of the poem, nor was the feeling of this interested love for dyma.

Simply as a poem, it was a desire that something that I recognized as my own should publicly be found good.

His hopes were finally fulfilled.

In 1925, madlyn college made him a fellow the next year.

He found a publisher for his long poem dimer success at last, but it was not enough.

All the books were beginning to turn against me.

Indeed, I must have been as blind as a bat not to have seen long before the ludicrous contradiction between my theory of life and my actual experiences as a reader.

The most religious were clearly those on whom I could really feed the poetry really cared about was not Ezra, Pound and Gertrude Stein.

All these years, the greatest pleasure he ever had was from Christian poetry, things like Spencer, Oh Milton, all of these great poets, and yet he found out that he was reading them.


He later said, with the point left out, the same thing was happening with his friends, the people he thought he should have liked with the College atheists, but the ones he rarely liked were talking a practicing very devout Catholic, Oh in Barfield, who asked all the right Questions, I can only describe it as the great war between Barfield and me when I set out to correct his heresies, I find that he had decided to correct mine, and then we went at it hammer and tongs far into the night night after night.

Barfield believed that the imagination plays a very important part in how we know he rejected the model.

That science is the only way to truth to acquiring truth.

He felt that the imagination was laid behind even the work of science.

It gave meaning to two propositions, and so he felt that Lewis was missing out in his whole approach to reality.

On what made knowledge possible, I was suddenly compelled to read the Hippolytus of your Ripa DS.

Oh God bring me to the C's end to the Hesperides sisters of evening who sing alone in their islands, where the golden apples grow and the lord of oceans guards the way from all who would sail into their night blue harbors.

Let me escape to the rim of the world where the tremendous firmament meets the earth and Atlas holds the universe in his palms for there in the palace of Zeus, wells of ambrosia pour through the chambers, while the sacred earth, lavishes life and time adds his years.

Only to heavens happiness, I was off once more into the land of longing, my heart at once broken and exalted as it had never been since the old days I was overwhelmed.

I called it joy when Lewis talks about joy.

He talks about something that he labels.

The central theme of his whole life, but what he means by joy, is not the satisfaction of a desire, but a desire that is more desirable than any satisfaction.

There was no doubt joy was a desire, but a desire is turned not to itself but to an object.

I had been wrong in supposing that I desired for joy itself.

All value lay in that of which joy was the desiring the naked other unknown undefined desired.

I did not yet asked who is desired.

The very experience of joy that Lewis had was an arrow that led to the target of belief.

In God, Lewis argued innate, deep desires do not exist unless they correspond to something that can satisfy them.

If there is hunger there is food, if there is sexual desire, there is sex.

If there is curiosity, there is knowledge, so there is the desire for this thing that is beyond this world.

There must be something beyond this.

World Lewis was still resisting, but growing tired from the struggle.

The Fox had now been dislodged from the wood and was running in the open, bedraggled and weary.

The hounds.

Barely a field behind the odd thing was that, before God closed in on me, I was in fact offered what now appears to be a moment of wholly free choice.

I was growing up headington Hill on the top of a bus without words and almost without images.

A fact about myself was somehow presented to me.

I became aware that I was holding something that bay.

I felt myself being given a free choice.

I could open the door or keep it shut.

I chose to open, I felt as if I were a man of snow at long last, beginning to melt, drip, drip and presently trickle trickle.

I had always wanted, above all things not to be interfered with.

I had wanted mad wish to call my soul, my own.

I had been far more anxious to avoid suffering than to achieve delight.

You must picture me alone in that room at maudlin night after night feeling, whenever my mind lifted, even for a second from my work, a steady, unrelenting approach of him, whom I so earnestly desired.

Not to meet total surrender, the absolute leap in the dark were demanded.

I gave in and admitted that God was God, perhaps that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England.

God was not an allusion to CS Lewis.

In 1931, he had converted to belief.

In God he was a commanding presence in tutorials in in the lecture halls of Marlin College, but beneath the outward mask of confidence and professional success, he still struggled with his faith.

I'M appalled to see how much of the change I have thought I had undergone lately it was only imaginary for the first time I examined myself with a serious practical purpose and there I found a zoo of lusts.

A bedlam of ambitions.

Lewis still was very much aware of his own flaws, his shortcomings, his short temper, his impatience, you know with ignorance, his lack of charity toward other human beings, but he was aware that he was called to be differently with film depth on the depth of self love And self admiration pride, it was through pride that the devil became the devil.

It is the complete anti God state of mind.

Pride is essentially competitive in a way the other vices are not pride is a spiritual cancer.

It is my visiting sin.

The real work seems still to be done when Lewis first converted, he wasn't happy because the first thing that happened to him was the realization that God was God and if he was not his own God.

God was a transcendental interferer barging into Louis's life and saying you're, not God I am God, it must be understood, but my conversion at that point was only to theism pure and simple.

I knew nothing yet about the Incarnation.

The God to whom I surrendered was sheerly.

Non-Human Lewis believed there was a god, but he did not yet have a specific way to worship Him.

He was attracted to Hinduism and Christianity.

I think Lewis mades a conventional objection to Christianity that it's so much like other religions dying and rising gods and redemption.

From sin and the triumph of life over death, these seem to be common patterns, so they could be explained psychologically instead of historically and then one of his friends who was an atheist, who looked at the life of Christ and said Rome thing seems to have really Happened once that shocked Louis, if he, the cynic of cynics, the toughest of toughs were not, as I would still have put it safe.

Where could I turn? Was there then no escape? He was reading GK Chesterton, because Chesterton tells in effect the history of the world and how it was leading up to the Incarnation.

A great man knows he is not God and the greater.

He is the better.

He knows it.

The Gospels declare, but this mysterious maker of the world has visited his world in person.

The most that any religious prophet has said was that he was the true servant of such a being, but the creator was present in the daily life of the Roman Empire.

That is something unlike anything else in nature.

It is the one great startling statement that man has made since he spoke his first articulate word.

It makes dust and nonsense of comparative religion.

He begins to read the New Testament in Greek.

He begins to understand that the New Testament is not just a set of stories, but actually a witness to the presence of a historical human being who embodied the Spirit of God that this person did not sin, and so this was only possible if this person truly Was God in human form? The claims that Christians believe actually came from Jesus are either absolutely true, and this argument stems from Chesterton either they're, absolutely true or Jesus needs to be confined to the lunatic fringe to believe in some sort of a God is fairly comfortable.

It's more inconvenient to believe in a God who is so specific and so particular that you can say there he is in history.

There are his words.

There are my responsibilities.

I can't make it up.

As I drew near to Christianity, I felt a resistance almost as strong as my previous resistance to theism as strong, but shorter lived, for.

I understood it better, but each step one had less chance to call one soul.

One's own, luis simply did not understand when christ fitted into it until finally, that night in 1931, he hit invited talking and hugo rice and two of his closest friends to Morton college.

This of when day night they went along before dinner.

They walked along Addison's, walk talking about mythology, they stayed up to 4 a.m.

and tolki did his work.

Well, what talking showed me was this that if I met the idea of sacrifice in a pagan story, I didn't mind it at all.

I was mysteriously moved by it.

The reason was that in pagan stories, I was prepared to feel the myth as profound now.

The story of Christ is simply a true myth.

His imaginative questionings and his imaginative longings came together by focusing upon the the Christian Gospels, as outlined by Tolkien and and Dyson.

He was a literary critic and as such he said, I know myth when I see it.

I know legend when I see it and I know an eyewitness account when I see I recognize metaphor when it's there.

All of this is in the Bible.

All of it is inspired, but far from all of it is literal history.

Well, Dyson and tal Keane pointed out that the only difference was we don't know that Osiris walked the earth, but Jesus left footprints people saw him and talked about it as we continued walking.

We were interrupted by a rush of wind, which came so suddenly on the still warm evening and since so many leaves pattering down, but we thought it was raining.

We all held our breath appreciating the ecstasy of such a moment.

I think would be a mistake to think that argument converted CS Lewis, because he thinks that we have to be oblique.

We can't look at things directly.

They escaped us.

This is what his attempt at introspection taught him when you're thinking and now you start to think about your thinking, you're, not thinking about the original object anymore.

You know I'm thinking about baseball now I'll think about how thinking about baseball or nothing about baseball is very elusive, so Louis understood that we had to have an oblique approach as he put it.

You have to sneak past the watchful dragons of self-consciousness.

I know very well when, but hardly how the final step was taken.

I went with my brother to have a picnic at Whipsnade zoo.

We started in fog, but by the end of our journey the sun was shining when we set out.

I did not believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God and when we reached the zoo I did.

I had not exactly spent the journey in thought, nor in great emotion it was more like when a man after a long sleep becomes aware that he is now awake.

But what of joy to tell you the truth.

The subject has lost nearly all interest for me.

Since I became a Christian, it was valuable only as a pointer to something other and outer for Lewis.

True happiness could only be found in relationship with God when he entered into this relationship.

It changed his life to believe in God, and to pray for the beginning of my extraversion.

I had been taken out of myself.

Lewis was a bachelor living with mrs.

Moore and her daughter, Maureen, the mother and sister of a dead comrade from the First World War.

They were family to him after he embraced faith.

Lewis broadened his circle of friends.

He was drawn more and more to the writers and scholars at Oxford who shared his faith.

My happiest hours spent sitting up to the small hours in someone's college rooms, talking nonsense, poetry, theology, metaphysics over beer, tea and pipes; there's no sound.

I, like better than adult male laughter, the group gathered weekly to talk, drink and read their works: literary critics, Hugo Dyson and Owen Barfield, medievalist, j.r.r, tolkien writer and editor Charles Williams, Lewis and his brother Warren.

They called themselves the Inklings.

The Inklings actually began around 1933 and talking and Lewis worthy, whether were at the core of it, and they invited friends along in the 1930s was a time when modernism was very strong, both as a literary movement and philosophically sweeping away the old idealism and putting forward The scientific model, as the only means to truth Lewis and his friends passionately, resisted this movement, and the Inklings actually functioned as a kind of an oasis to stand against this trend and to give encouragement to each other to develop their writings in a consciously Christian way.

To belong to a group of real friends is to be armed against influences from without the public opinion within the group may be tiny, but it matters more than the opinion of 10,000.

Outsiders, Lewis and Tolkien felt that the kind of stories they liked weren't being written and as nobody else is doing it, they should do it themselves, one stage they tossed a coin.

To see who would write a time story and who would write a space story? Toking got the time story, which became the Lord of the Rings, and Lewis got the space story, which became the trilogy out of the silent planet.

Louis began to realize all kinds of theological ideas could be smuggled into people's minds by writing good stories, which would inculcate these kind of concepts all this time.

Those had been spinning his wheels then came the conversion.

What happened was when he was converted.

He really lost all interest in himself.

I can't underscore that enough.

What a change that may that was in that man.

He just lost his interest in himself, not in the things that he was interested in, not in poetry.

He was technically one of the most proficient men for writing you could think of, but he had nothing to say.

Then Along Came an invitation to preach in Saint Mary, the Virgin, which is one of the oddest things that they would ask him, but they knew he was interest in theology anyway.

He preached this remarkable sermon.

He became this great defender of the faith.

He said.

I realized that the one real service I could provide my fellow Christians was to explain and defend the faith with him because he had this extraordinary rhetorical gift, so he became, as his friend saw very selfless and looked outside of himself.

There was a lot of resistance from his colleagues in Oxford.

They felt that whereas Don might write detective stories, it was another matter when it came to writing popular theology.

They had the feeling that it should be the specialist theologians that wrote on theology.

Lewis was a very intellectual person a brilliant mind, but at the heartbeat of all his work is a preoccupation with the whole idea of human love.

He wrote a book called the four loves, which is about the the four kinds of love that we experience: affection for family and friends, sexual love.

These Lewis defined much as Freud, would have.

Then he added a fourth category, love of God.

Divine gift.

Love in a man enables him to love what is not naturally, lovable lepers criminals, enemies.

Morons Lewis is differentiating between different experiences of love that all human beings have and identifying that it is natural to love ones.

Brother, one's family members enter into relationships with friends, male and female, to enter into erotic, love and romantic love, but he also recognized this mysterious realm of love that did not have a direct and immediate personal benefit and he identified that as agape or a selfless love.

A love that was truly committed to the well-being of the other and passionately.

So what agape means in the New Testament is the love of God.

The love the God has to us and that love mediated and explained by Christ is absolutely egalitarian.

Agape or charity is a scandal to reason, because it means loving people not just in terms of justice or what they deserve, but simply loving them absolutely for Freud.

What we're talking about as love he would designate as era but arrows as desire sought an object.

In other words, it was a quantum of energy that goes in search of satisfaction with an other.

That's a far cry from what Lewis understood to be the human manifestations of Agape, because in in that definition of love there is, there is a degree of selflessness.

In other words, eros has an aim.

It has a target, it has an object and there's an ulterior motive.

Agape doesn't and the love that's being talked about and love.

Your neighbor exhortation is not necessarily the love that comes easy, the love that is full of emotion, of good feeling.

It is a love that extends to all of other human beings because we are of the same species.

We are all creatures who are children of God.

Luis did not accept Freud's view that morality evolved from the harsh lessons of human experience to him.

Morality came from God, it was a message he brought to a mass audience in the years of the Second World War, even as soldiers fought overseas, German planes attacked the cities and shipyards of Britain, military and civilians alike, were constantly in danger.

The simple security of everyday life was gone: parents feared for the safety of their children and the government organized massive evacuations of the youngest, the most vulnerable to the countryside.

Four of these evacuates were sent to Louis's home in Oxfordshire.

This had enormous impact on Lewis.

He'd been living with mrs.

Moore and they'd, been joined by his brother.

It was a relatively small household and he was very attracted to these young children enjoying their zest as they explored the grounds of the kiln and discovered a pond in the distance and found the chickens.

And so then it's almost like coming to a farm.

This inspired him to start writing a story about four children who came as the vacuous to house and country.

One of the children had asked Lewis whether there was anything behind the big old wardrobe and if she could open it, the question sparked his imagination.

Several years later, he was able to pick this story up and it became the line in which, in wardrobe the first of The Chronicles of Narnia, which of course is about for evacuees who come to the house, an old professor in the countryside.

The Narnia stories like Lewis's early science fiction, were allegories of the Christian faith.

They told the tale of children who visited a magic land where good fought evil for power over the world.

On this journey the children encountered Aslan.

The lion were returned to redeem humankind.

He has a mediator between God and human beings in the form of Islam is very approachable and yet also is quite frightening and it's a beautiful picture of a Christian view of faith but outside the oasis of the countryside.

The war was still raging every night.

People who were huddled in shelters were confined to their homes tuned to the radio for news of the battlefront.

In the face of the chaos, uncertainty and cruelty of war, many questioned the existence of a loving God.

People in the cities, with the bombs falling on them, were facing issues of life and death and people losing a loved one to war, and it's a it's a huge issue.

The director of religious programming at the BBC asked CS Lewis to give some broadcast talks about faith Lewis at first was a bit uncertain.

He didn't like travelling to London and he didn't like the radio, but he felt a sense of duty to oblige and he prepared the first of his series of talks to do with the moral law.

It started as an experiment, just five broadcasts 15 minutes.

Each Lewis was told to write as if he were speaking to the average citizen.

The next step is from being mere creatures to being sons of God.

We Christians, don't call it evolution because we believe it isn't something coming up out of blind nature, but something coming down from the world of light and power and knowledge.

Beyond all nature, it was so successful.

The BBC couldn't get enough.

They had so many replies, begging them to get Lewis back.

The first five talks were followed by another five and then another history isn't just a story of bad people doing bad things, it's quite as much a story of people trying to do good things, but somehow something goes wrong.

These radio broadcasts were collected in the best-selling book Mere Christianity.

The 1940s were Lewis's most prolific years.

He wrote the Screwtape Letters in which a senior devil teaches a young apprentice, the tools of the trade and the problem of pain, a treatise on suffering Lewis picked up.

This 1939, and by the time he put it down when the war was won in 1945, he had given Britain and United States its major Apollo apologetics for Christianity.

If there was a controlling power outside the universe, the only way in which we could expect it to show itself would be inside ourselves as an influence or a command trying to get us to behave in a certain way.

And that is just what we find in ourselves.

The existence of an indisputable moral law was central to Lewis his beliefs for him.

The fact that we have a conscience points undeniably to a creator.

You might be in a dilemma where you you need to rescue somebody.

Who'S, drowning and you're, risking your own life in the process, but the moral law puts that obligation above your own instinct for self survival.

There has never been a society in history which thought that courage and justice and charity and honesty were vices and that lying and cheating and stealing and raping and betraying, were virtues.

This rule of right and wrong must somehow be a real thing not made up by ourselves.

If all of humanity is subject to moral obligation, what's the source of that moral obligation, how could it be something less than humanity? How could it be? Just? Are you our past history or our influences, or about biology so from the moral law to a a moral lawgiver Lewis argues that if we were looking for evidence of a God who cares about us as individuals, where could you more likely look, then, within your own Heart at this very central concept of what's right and what's wrong and there it is in the one place where you think you might most learn something about God, that's exactly where you find it, and not only does it tell you something about the fact that there Is a spiritual nature that is somehow written within our hearts, but it also tells you something about the nature of God himself, which is that he is a good and holy God that what we have there is a glimpse of what he stands for by the 1950s Cs Lewis had become a famous figure and the most popular spokesperson for Christianity in the english-speaking world living and working in Oxford.

For over 30 years, he was content and had no plans to change.

He was a bachelor leading a chaste life.

There was no reason for him to think he would never be anything other than celibate.

Warren was never anything other than celibate and, of course, one joyed David Mann came along kismet.


David Mann was a writer, a novelist and a poet from New York.

She grew up in a Jewish background and she came across the writings of CS Lewis when she was an atheist and under Marxist and started corresponding with Lewis.

She told Lewis in her letters that she had embraced the Christian faith in part because of his writing.

Lewis had lots of letters from eligible.

Ladies wanting more than just advice about Christian problems.

Why would joy be any different? Well, she was different.

She was different first because she was very, very smart.

She knew Lewis's work.

She was a poet herself.

She was a novelist herself and she was his match in what Owen Barfield called dialectical.

Obstetrics Lewis married Helen joy, David Munns, so that she would not be deported, but as they became closer and closer friends, they fell in love when two people who discover they're on the same secret road are of different sexes.

The friendship which arises between them will very easily pass into erotic love at the time they were married, joy and Louis knew that she had bone cancer.

I am very shortly to be both a bridegroom and a widower Lewis turned to a former pupil who had become a priest.

Peter bide, Peter bide, comes to the hospital and Lois asks.

If this man, who has some reputation for possessing a healing gift, would place his hands upon joy and pray that she be healed, Peter bide does this and lays his hand upon Lewis, who prays that he will get the pain that joy is suffering because the pain Is ferocious and, of course, joy is expected to die within a day or two? She doesn't in fact she starts to get better and, within a few months, x-rays show that her pelvis has grown back.

The bone has regenerated.

Doctors cannot explain this after her remission.

Joy moved into the Lois home with her two sons, David 11 and Douglass 13.

I never expected to have in my 60s that happiness that passed me by in my twenties for those few years Helen and I feasted on love.

Her great otherworldly ambition in life was to go to Greece.

She wanted this.

Since she was a young girl, they went Mycenae, they went to Crete them into roads, joy, climbed, all the way up to the Acropolis.

It was a wonderful bonus and it was one of the happiest periods of Lewis's life, but the cancer returned joy and CS Lewis were separated by death on July 14.


Why did you take up trouble to force this creature out of itself? It's now doomed to crawl back, we suck back into it.

Where is God what pitiable Kant to say she will live forever in my memory live.

That is exactly what you want to do.

What's left a corpse, a memory, a ghost three more ways of spelling the word dead, a grief observed is Louis's description of the journey he took after Joy's death, a portrait of grief and a struggle with his own faith.

Talk to me about the truth of religion and now listen gladly talk to me about the duty of religion.

Now listen submissively, but don't come talking to me about the consolation of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand.

The conclusion is not so there's no God after all, but so this is what God is really like: the cosmic sadist, the spiteful imbecile he lashes out at God, and he says how can you expect us to live this way very much like job? Very honestly, he doesn't just argue he emotes the whole of his being.

Is there in front of God it's a deep trust in God that allows him to give vent to his distrust from a rational point of view, what grounds has Helens death given me for doubting all that, I believe, should it for a sane man make quite such A difference as this no and it wouldn't for a man whose faith had been real faith.

The case is too plain: if my house has collapsed at one blow, it is because it was a house of cards.

Indeed, it's likely enough that what I shall call, if it happens, a restoration of faith, will turn out to be only one more house of cards, something quite unexpected has happened Kym's morning early suddenly, at the very moment when so far I mourned Helen least, I remembered Her best imagine a man in total darkness, he thinks he is in a cellar or a dungeon.

Then there comes a sound.

He thinks it might be a sound from far-off waves or windblown trees or cattle half a mile away, and if so, it proves he's not in a cellar but free in the open air.

Lord, are these your real terms? Can I meet Helen again only if I learn to love you so much.

I don't care whether I meet her or not.

When I lay these questions before God, I get no answer, but a rather special sort of no answer.

It is not the locked door, it is more like a silent gaze as though he shook his head.

Like he's child, you don't understand how wicked it would be if we could to call the dead back.

She said not to me, but for the chaplain.

I am at peace with God she smiled, but not at me.

Two years after his wife's death CS Lewis began to have problems with his heart.

He fell into a long, coma and then unexpectedly recovered.

It would have been a luxuriously easy passage and run almost regrets.

Having the door shut in one's face to be brought back to life and have all one's dying to do a game was rather hard.

I would like everything to be a memorial to have the same old horizons, the same garden.

The same smells and sounds always there change this autumn is really the best of the seasons and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

But of course, like autumn it doesn't last five staples Lewis died three years after his wife in 1963.

Can you not see death as the friend and deliverer? It means stripping off that body, which is tormenting you.

What are you afraid of? Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave it with regret? Is it possible that Freud and Lewis represent conflicting parts of ourselves? A part of us that yearns for a relationship with the source of all joy, hope and happiness has described by Lewis.

In another part that raises its fists in defiance and says with Freud, I will not surrender whatever part we choose to express will determine our purpose or identity and our whole philosophy of life.


What is C.S. Lewis most famous quote? ›

1. "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” 2.

What is the movie based on C.S. Lewis life? ›

The Most Reluctant Convert: The Untold Story of C.S. Lewis is a 2021 British biographical drama film written and directed by Norman Stone, based on the 2016 stage play, C.S.

What denomination is C.S. Lewis? ›

Lewis was a committed Anglican who upheld a largely orthodox Anglican theology, though in his apologetic writings, he made an effort to avoid espousing any one denomination.

What was the conversion of C.S. Lewis? ›

His conversion to Christianity out of atheism was a process over a long period of time, and there was a combination of authors and friends who contributed to his conversion process.

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