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    The gift of life has a paradoxical heart, in that the lives we have been given are, every one, mortal lives. I speak here as a Christian: to be a witness to life entails witnessing to mortal life, life that ends in the sadness and pain of death. Nonetheless, at a... Read More →

  C. S. Lewis, a character in his own story, saw her approaching from afar. She was radiant. Leading her were bright angels, joyous children, and musicians. Multitudes of animals followed after. It was a great procession coming down from the high country. Lewis thought he was... Read More →

  C. S. Lewis, a character in his own story, saw her approaching from afar. She was radiant. Leading her were bright angels, joyous children, and musicians. Multitudes of animals followed after. It was a great procession coming down from the high country. Lewis thought he was... Read More →