Do You Have a Face People Can See?
C. S. Lewis is toward the top of my list of beloved authors. Authors these days seem to be stereotyped as someone who writes a certain kind of book. Or authors do not have the ability to write differently. Or whatever reason there may be why they do not stretch out and write in a different genre. Jack (the name Lewis went by among his friends) wrote fiction, nonfiction, children’s stories, science fiction, philosophy, theology, and was a regular letter writer to his friends. He also did a retelling of a Greek story called Till We Have Faces. This writing is not to talk about Jack specifically, but something he wrote in Till We Have Faces. It would side track this writing too much to summarize 12 chapters of story, but I believe the text stands on it’s own. In chapter twelve:
“I perceived now that there is a love deeper than theirs who seek only the happiness of their beloved. Would a father see his daughter happy as a whore? Would a woman see her lover happy as a coward?”
People just want to be happy, right? What if that happiness came as a whore or coward? It is possible to find contentment in doing nothing. It is possible to slide through life living a lifestyle that effects other people in a negative way. I know living as a whore is quite extreme, but we have all been a coward at some point in our lives. We have been afraid to speak up when it was needed. We have taken a step backward when we needed and others needed us to take a step forward. What father would let their daughter run into the street with the traffic without running after her and grabbing her before she could get smashed under rubber and metal? She was happy and having a good time while running into that street. Life is not just about being happy.

