"There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that."
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"Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of--something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat's side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even at best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it--tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest--if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself--you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say, 'Here at last is the thing I was made for'."
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"Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it--made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand."
Thank you Lord for making C.S. Lewis a genius thinker and wordsmith.
I wonder what my role will be in heaven...what I am made for. I do have favorite books, movies, and stories, but I can't tell you exactly why I love "The Lion King" and "Lord of the Rings" and Sammy Keyes and White Fang. It's hard to find someone who likes the same movies I like, much less share the same degree of passion for them. Everyone has a different soul signature. What is mine? I'm sure words cannot express. I'm sure even if God told me, I wouldn't be able to understand it now. And even if I was able to understand it, I would only understand part of it for a hint of a short moment.
I wonder what my name is...the one on the white stone that no one else will know...it will stay between me and God. And whatever my name is, it will fit like a glove and be completely unique. With my identity I will worship God and adore Him uniquely, and He will speak to me with words and gifts that only I can fully appreciate. And in turn I will laugh at how well He knows me and worship Him more.
So people want to know why I am not totally ecstatic to be in the film major? Because I know that nothing on earth can fully satisfy my desires. There will always be something that doesn't fit on this side of heaven. Everything I have ever desired has never been as good as I needed it to be. And even if an event or relationship exceeds my expectations, it only leaves me with a sore spot for more of it more deeply...even worship. I won't be able to get enough until Heaven.
