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C.S. Lewis

C.S. Lewis


Clive Staples Lewis was born in Ireland, in Belfast on 29 November 1898. His mother was a devout Christian and made efforts to influence his beliefs. When she died in his early youth her influence waned and Lewis was subject to the musings and mutterings of his friends who were decidedly agnostic and atheistic. It would not be until later, in a moment of clear rationality that he first came to a belief in God and later became a Christian.

C. S. Lewis volunteered for the army in 1917 and was wounded in the trenches in World War I. After the war, he attended university at Oxford. Soon, he found himself on the faculty of Magdalen College where he taught Mediaeval and Renaissance English.

Throughout his academic career he wrote clearly on the topic of religion. His most famous works include the Screwtape Letters and the Chronicles of Narnia. The atmosphere at Oxford and Cambridge tended to skepticism. Lewis used this skepticism as a foil. He intelligently saw Christianity as a necessary fact that could be seen clearly in science.

"Surprised by Joy" is Lewis's autobiography chronicling his reluctant conversion from atheism to Christianity in 1931.
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Bells, it may be noted, like ships and kittens, have a way of being female, whatever names they are given.
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Well, it is the law, my lord,’ replied Mr Blundell, ‘and it’s not my place to argue about it.
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Poor little Hilary Thorpe wasn’t in church,’ she observed. ‘Such a nice child. I should have liked you to see her. But she’s quite prostrated, poor child, so Mrs Gates tells me. And you know, the village people do stare so at anybody who’s in trouble and they will want to talk and condole. They mean well, but it’s a terrible ordeal.
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He spoke in a series of gruff barks, and held himself so rigidly that if he had swallowed a poker it could only have produced unseemly curves and flexions in his figure.
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As he spoke, the sound of a church clock, muffled by the snow, came borne upon the wind; it chimed the first quarter. ‘Thank God!’ said Wimsey. ‘Where there is a church, there is civilisation.
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The fenman gazed at Wimsey with a slow pity for his bird-witted feebleness of mind.
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Man proposes and God disposes.
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Perfectly. I’m a terrific success at pottering round asking sloppy questions. And I can put away quite a lot of beer in a good cause.
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I'm all for scattering sunshine as we pass. As Stevenson says, we shall pass this way but once--and I devoutly hope he's right.
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What can't be cured must be endured.
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So it was agreed: we would while we were here seek the whole of the Oxford thing, together when we could, apart when we must. And I did, most faithfully, recount all to her, and in the end what was to prove the deepest part of our Oxford days we shared completely. One
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Heaven itself [...] would be— must be— a coming home.
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Death is no respecter of love.
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Most of the people who reject Christianity know almost nothing of what they are rejecting: those who condemn what they do not understand are, surely, little men.
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Honesty is better than any easy comfort.
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If I must bear it, though, I would bear it— find the whole meaning of it, taste the whole of it.
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It’s hard, since Noah, not to see a rainbow as a sign of hope.
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A longing for eternity is built-in to us all
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What was so odd was that quite a lot of people, not just sheep but highly intelligent people, did apparently believe it. T. S. Eliot, for instance. Or Eddington—in fact, quite a few physicists, the very last people one would expect to be taken in by it. Philosophers, too. Was it possible—was there any chance—that there was more to it than I had thought? No, certainly not. Of course not! Still, it was odd. Damned odd.
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The Shining Barrier—the shield of our love. A walled garden. A fence around a young tree to keep the deer from nibbling it. A fortified place with the walls and watchtowers gleaming white like the cliffs of England. The Shining Barrier—we called it so from the first—protecting the green tree of our love. And yet in another sense it was our love itself, made strong within, that was the Shining Barrier.
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