It may be possible for each to think too much of his own potential glory hereafter: it is hardly possible for him to think too often or too deeply about that of his neighbour. The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbour’s glory should be laid on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken.
It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person may one day be a creature, which if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.
All day long we are, in some degree helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with that awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never met a mere mortal.
Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. ~ C.S. Lewis
All day long we are, in some degree helping each other to one or other of these destinations. This is such an apt description of how I feel about you who read here, who share your thoughts and heart here and in your own blogs, emails and phone calls. What a privilege to be among you!
And so it’s true! It’s just as I suspected all along. You aren’t mere mortals! You are, indeed, an everlasting splendor! Your presence is a gift of grace in my every day. Thank you for joy of journeying together!