One of my favorite sections of Till We Have Faces is at the very end of the book:
“I
ended my first book with the words no
answer. I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the
answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?
Only words, words; to be led out to battle against other words. Long did I hate
you, long did I fear you. I might–”
I love how raw this passage is, it is so vulnerable. Over
the summer I head an awesome series of sermons about being angry with God. It
was something I had never really thought about before – that God wants us to experience
all of our emotions with him, not just the positive ones. I think if we look at
the Psalmists and Jesus’ life and the True Myth in the Bible we find a massive
range of emotions and feelings. Myth is rarely one dimensional; instead it has
hundreds of facets, like a symphony. Symphonies cannot function with only one
instrument and in the same way our lives don’t function in only one state of
being.
The more I walk through life the more I pay attention to
wise people and how they act; I think in Till
We Have Faces we peer into a really enlightened room of Lewis’ mind. The
piece was said by Lewis to be his best work and the entire thing about a woman
angry at the Lord. Even though Orual/We fear(s) being “[struck] mad or leprous
or [turned] into beast, bird, or tree” for being angry with God, Lewis isn't. Instead
his honesty is rewarded with an intimacy and fuller picture of God’s face than he
had ever seen before. We should follow suit…
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