I gotta get my “thinking cap” on when I read C.S. Lewis. Seriously. The dude was s-(to the)-mart! His story fascinates me. But his writing fascinates me even more.  Lewis just knew how to write.  He knew how to hook the reader.

I ran across this passage from Mere Christianity about eight or nine years ago.  I love it…to-the-point-of-tears-loving-it (which, if you know me, doesn’t take much for me to get to that point).  This parable is borrowed from another theologian/writer (something Lewis did often which I appreciate…he wasn’t “stuck on” writing only his own stuff…getting his point across was more important), and he inserts it in THE MOST PERFECT spot.

Honestly, this passage changed my thinking about God. About who God is in my life.  And about how God sees me. I still – even on this very day – have trouble accepting that this is what the Lord intends FOR ME – IN me – THROUGH me. But intend it, He does. And doing it, He is. In fact, He’s ALREADY DONE IT. In me…and in you.

“I find I must borrow yet another parable from George MacDonald. Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

“What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived…”