The Giveaway Winner and Good Words from C.S. Lewis


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While I was sitting in the doctor’s office yesterday, hoping someone would show up with my keys, after I left in the ladies’ room, I was able to read a bit from Preparing for Easter, by C.S. Lewis. This is a collection of fifty devotional readings. Lewis’s words on the purpose of pain seemed very applicable to our study of Psalm 91. God has a purpose for our trials. Perhaps they are the very thing He uses to help “deliver us from the snare of the fowler!”

Speaking of the sudden threat of pain and trials, Lewis says:

“At first I am overwhelmed, and all my little happinesses look like broken toys. Then, slowly and reluctantly, bit by bit, I try to bring myself into the frame of mind that I should be in at all times. I remind myself that all these toys were never intended to possess my heart, that my true good is in another world and my only real treasure is Christ. And perhaps, by God’s grace, I succeed, and for a day or two become a creature consciously dependent on God and drawing its strength from the right sources. But the moment the threat is withdrawn, my whole nature leaps back to the toys: I am even anxious, God forgive me, to banish from my mind the only things that supported me under the threat because it is now associated with the misery of those days. Thus the terrible necessity of tribulation is only too clear. God has had me for but forty-eight hours and then only by dint of taking everything else away from me. Let Him but sheathe that sword for a moment and I behave like a puppy when the hated bath is over — I shake myself as dry as I can and race off to reacquire my comfortable dirtiness, if not in the nearest manure heap, at least in the nearest flower bed. And that is why tribulations cannot cease until God either sees us remade or sees that our remaking is now hopeless.”

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