One thing prison offers me is a somewhat leisurely morning. I spend more time than I otherwise would (shame on me) reading God’s Word, the Bible. My family gave me a wonderful Bible compiled by those who have earned the right to be called scholars of C.S.Lewis. They have published what they call, The C.S.Lewis Bible, which uses the NRSV (New Revised Standard Version) translation, and into it they have dispersed several hundred quotes from Lewis’s writing (always in a way that clearly separates his thoughts from scripture). I thought this one I came across today, for Numbers 11.1-6, is quite appropriate for this blog:
“It would be rash to say that there is any prayer which God never grants. But the strongest candidate is the prayer we might express in the single word encore. And how should the infinite repeat Himself? All space and time are too little for Him to utter Himself in them once.
And the joke or tragedy, of it all is that these golden moments in the past, which are so tormenting if we erect them into a norm, are entirely nourishing, wholesome, and enchanting if we are content to accept them for what they are, for memories. Properly bedded down in a past which we do not miserably try to conjure back, they will send up exquisite growths. Leave the bulbs alone, and the new flowers will come up. Grub them up and hope, by fondling and sniffing, to get last year’s blooms, and you will get nothing. “Unless a seed die …”
-from Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer