As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God. Psalm 42:1
“Satan’s cause is never more in danger than when a human
being no longer desiring, but still intending to do God’s
will, looks around upon a world from which every trace of God seems
to have vanished and asks why he has been forsaken, yet still obeys.” C.S.
Lewis “The Screwtape Letters”
"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. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about
with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered to us, like an
ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot
imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too
easily pleased." CS Lewis, The Weight of Glory
“The
sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be
acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns
between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret. And surely, from
this point of view, the promise of glory, in the sense described, becomes
highly relevant to our deep desire. For glory meant good report with god,
acceptance by God, response, acknowledgment, and welcome into the heart of
things. The door on which we have been knocking all our lives will open at
last. . . . 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” CS Lewis, The Weight
of Glory
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