Mere C.S. Lewis

To better understand today’s reading from CS Lewis, I want to set it in the context that Jack himself had in mind. What do Christians believ...

What pitiable cant to say ‘She will live forever in my memory!’ Live? That is exactly what she won’t do. You might as well think like the ...

I must think more about [Helen Joy] and less about myself.     Yes, that sounds very well. But there’s a snag. I am thinking about he...

An odd by-product of my loss is that I’m aware of being an embarrassment to everyone I meet. At work, at the club, in the street, I see peop...

What would [Helen Joy] herself think of this terrible little notebook to which I come back and back? Are these jottings morbid? I once read...

After the death of a friend, years ago, I had for some time a most vivid feeling of certainty about his continued life; even his enhanced...

Meanwhile, where is God? This is one of the most disquieting symptoms. When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him, s...

And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job - where the machine seems to run on much as usual - I loathe the slig...

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the st...