An Honest Doubt

“An honest doubt is not a pebble to be taken up and thrown aside. It is a nut with a kernel in it, and a very precious kernel too, for every doubt involves a higher truth to a man who will honestly use it. It is to discover something deeper, something lovelier, something truer about God and man than you ever knew before. A doubt is a holy thing. An honest doubt is wrought in the heart of man with the spirit of the living God Himself, only let man take it to God to open it for him.”

– George MacDonald, lecture on Tennyson’s ‘In Memoriam.’

The Giver

Creation seems to be delegation through and through. He will do nothing simply by Himself which can be done by creatures. I suppose this is because He is a giver. And He has nothing to give but Himself. And to give Himself is to do His deeds – in a sense, and on varying levels to be Himself- through the things He has made.

–CS Lewis, Letters To Malcolm; chapter 13

A Pageant Played in Vain

Watching the thought that moves

Within my conscient brain,

I learn how often that appearance proves

A pageant played in vain.

Holding what seems the helm,

I make a show to steer,

But winds, for worse and better, overwhelm

My purpose, and I veer.

Thus, if thy guidance reach

Only my head, then all

Hardest attempt of mine serves but to teach

How oddly the dice fall

To limbs, and loins, and heart,

Search with thy chemic beam,

Strike where the self I know lives apart,

Beneath the surface dream.

Break, Sun, my crusted earth

Pierce, razor-edged, within,

Where blind, immortal metals have their birth,

And crystals clear begin.

Thy spirit in secret flows

About our lives, in gloom,

The mother helping not nor hindering, grows

The child within the womb

~ CS Lewis

The Giver

“To give a thing and take again

Is counted meanness among men;

Still less to take what once was given

Can be the royal way of heaven!

But human hearts are crumbly stuff,

And never, never love enough;

And so God takes and, with a smile

Puts our best things away awhile.

Some therefore weep, some rave, some scorn;

Some wish they never had been born;

Some humble grow at last and still,

And then God gives them what they will.”

–George MacDonald, The Giver

(Poetical Works, Vol 2, pg 128)

My Heart’s Life

No place on earth henceforth I shall count strange,

For every place belongeth to my Christ.

I will go calm where’er thou bid’st me range;

Whoe’er my neighbour, thou art still my nighest.

Oh my heart’s life, my owner, will of my being!

Into my soul thou every moment diest,

In thee my life thus evermore decreeing.

– George MacDonald

Words of God

All created things are words of God, light, darkness, water, fire, the smallness of children, the friendship of animals, science, rhythm, poetry, music, art, the tenderness of mothers, the ardor of lovers. Above our heads, under our feet, within our hearts, words of God whisper and laugh and sing one thing: ‘See how I love you!’

–Caryll Houselander