I read ‘Jack’ not long after I retired, nearly twenty years ago.
I had become a C.S. Lewis groupie (and still am)! My membership in that exalted group had been confirmed during my initial post-cube-farm passion with Amazon, when I had (very wisely) invested some of my severance pay in the complete three-volume set of Lewis’ correspondence.
But then - I only skimmed through THIS book at first, when it arrived in the mail.
Horrors!
WHAT TEMERITY! I said inwardly - that some so-called close friend would so humanize this man, the Unimpeachable Icon of the Moral Majority, by displaying his foibles and follies!
But you know, folks, life’s like that.
No one’s perfect, no matter what Christian media might say or imply. We all expect our heroes to be really ROCK-SOLID people.
But let’s just look at ourselves honestly - are WE ourselves really solid - through & through?
More like shot full of holes!
Right?
And it’s unavoidable. BUT even an imperfect person can - with God’s help - make perfect their will, as T.S Eliot said.
And to will with our Maker that the world be what it is, can be enough - for to inure ourselves to its imperfect essence is a necessary exercise in faith.
And therein lies the rub!
For living life simply, without all of its omnipresent bells and whistles and distractions is perhaps all the spiritual discipline we need.
Our worlds are broken worlds - and so was Jack Lewis’. Our inheritance is a ruined estate.
But we can try to make the best of a bad situation.
Can any of us say more?
Nor could Jack Lewis.
After a tough childhood and even tougher time in the trenches of WWI Europe, no one could even hope that he could later rise above all the horrors of life amid the awful screams and silences of the Western Front completely.
But rise above it he did.
Later, his housemate brother would become utterly irresponsible and hopeless, as would their aging sometime friend and tenant... and then came the Blitz.
Jack still held his head high.
And still later, when his soulmate, wife and love of his life was snatched from him by death - still, after ordeal upon ordeal...
He rose above it all!
A great philosopher said that life’s not a spectacle, but an unremitting struggle.
And so it was with Lewis.
We tend to forget all that... when we discover a writer who can fight eternal duels, ford raging rivers of adversity, and dream our happiest dreams for us - all effortlessly!
The Magician’s Nephew seems so magical...
But just consider the ruin of our existence in which he first saw the light of day.
While Lewis himself, on his own, seemed to ‘effortlessly’ - but in reality, only by overcoming Enormous Odds - create a World of Wonders in which the rest of us could recognize our destination and eternal home...
And know it for the first time.
So - Jack Lewis.
Flawed?
Just like the rest of us.
He was a man of dualities.
But we can THANK him for showing us the Right Way in spite of his flaws...
For stealing dualistic fire from the heights of heaven for his books -
And for never giving up the struggle -
AGAINST ALL ODDS.