Tag Archives: delight
IN TOUCH DAILY: SEPTEMBER 12
The Desires of Your Heart Psalm 37:1-6 Context is important to our understanding of God’s Word and His ways. But I repeatedly hear one promise quoted without consideration of surrounding ideas that explain it. People often tell me, “God … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: NOVEMBER 10
A blind man has few friends; a blind man who has recently received his sight as, in a sense, none. He belongs neither to the world of the blind nor to that of the seeing, and no one can share … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: OCTOBER 24
On evil I think one may be quite rid of the old haunting suspicion—which raises its head in every temptation—that there is something else than God—some other country . . . into which He forbids us to trespass—some kind of … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: OCTOBER 10
I forgot to record in its place a singularly beautiful dream which I had yesterday morning. I seemed to be reading an Irish fairy tale, but passed gradually from the position of reader to that of actor. I and another … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: JULY 19
The most valuable thing the Psalms do for me is to express that same delight in God which made David dance. I am not saying that this is so pure or profound a thing as the love of God reached … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: JULY 9
THE DAY WITH A WHITE MARK All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness: Was it elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part Of the cloudy crested, fifty-league-long, loud uplifted … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: MAY 22
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 … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: MAY 6
AS ONE OLDSTER TO ANOTHER Well, yes the old bones ache. There were easier Beds thirty years back. Sleep, then importunate, Now with reserve doles out her favours; Food disagrees; there are draughts in houses. Headlong, the down night train … Continue reading