I took this photo a couple of years ago when I was at the Kilns—C.S. Lewis’s home in Oxford, England. The warden of the home asked us if we wanted to go upstairs and take a look in the attic! What Lewis fan would turn that down. We certainly didn’t and as we climbed the stairs with thoughts of wardrobes and Narnia filling our heads, I looked up and saw this light hanging over the stairway. It was a rainy day but our hearts and spirits were not dampened in the least.
I love reading the published letters that Lewis wrote to friends and family members. The one below is from a letter written to a former student from Magdalen College.
“No amount of falls will really undo us if we keep on picking ourselves up each time. We shall of course be very muddy and tattered children by the time we reach home. But the bathrooms are all ready, the towels put out, and the clean clothes in the airing cupboard. The only fatal thing is to lose one’s temper and give it up. It is when we notice the dirt that God is most present in us: it is the very sign of His presence.” —C. S. Lewis