Evening Prayer: December 23rd

Blessed One, we come this night listening, yearning, waiting…we know that all of creation is poised to remember the birth of the greatest gift that has ever been given: the birth of Jesus. We know that you, Lord have brought our salvation and redemption and so we humbly give thanks. Now as we come to the hour of sleep, we pray your blessing upon us as we slumber, surround us with your heavenly host, and if it be thy will that we wake tomorrow, may we share the Light of the world with all we meet. In the blessed name of Christ Jesus we pray. Amen.

Amen

From C.S. Lewis

When human souls have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience, then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch. For you must not think that I am putting forward any heathen fancy of being absorbed into Nature. Nature is mortal; we shall outlive her. When all the suns and nebulae have passed away, each one of you will still be alive. Nature is only the image, the symbol; but it is the symbol Scripture invites me to use. We are summoned to pass in through Nature, beyond her, into that splendour which she fitfully reflects.

And in there, in beyond Nature, we shall eat of the tree of life. At present, if we are reborn in Christ, the spirit in us lives directly on God; but the mind and, still more, the body receives life from Him at a thousand removes—through our ancestors, through our food, through the elements. The faint, far-off results of those energies which God’s creative rapture implanted in matter when He made the worlds are what we now call physical pleasures; and even thus filtered, they are too much for our present management. What would it be to taste at the fountainhead that stream of which even these lower reaches prove so intoxicating? Yet that, I believe, is what lies before us. The whole man is to drink joy from the fountain of joy. As St. Augustine said, the rapture of the saved soul will “flow over” into the glorified body.

From The Weight of Glory
Compiled in A Year with C.S. Lewis