Jejudo, South Korea
Well, this one seems to have singularly flopped. Background: I'm wrestling with CS Lewis right now. He's a wonderful writer, but I'm stuck trying to figure out what exactly is lost in giving up the things he asks. It's not that he's wrong, in many ways, I think he's right on target -- he definitely makes you think about how you live your life, but it's what is left out of many of his allegories that bother me.
At the same time, I discovered a, well, mediocre song by "Live" called "Heaven". Mediocre except for one line
"I don't need no one to tell me about Heaven
I see my daughter and I believe"
which, of course, is very much what I tried to get across in the atheist thread. Heaven is here and now, not after you die. And yet some of the things Ron has said about his own family life come back to haunt me, or not haunt me so much, as fulfill the whole idea of what I was trying to say above. The whole reason we have such a thing as love is that we are independent, free agents. Success is not possible without the possibility of failure.
As a side note, I was talking to a friend of mine, explaining or trying to explain many of the things I talked about in the atheist thread and he related a story:
Hung over, work and relationship problems, his alarm went off accidently and, for no particular reason, his radio was attuned to an opera. At that moment, as angry and as frustrated as he was, he realized that nothing was more important than the sheer sound of that opera (He didn't like opera before this moment, he tells me).
I know that feeling.
In the Screwtape letters, Lewis precisely captures this feeling as well when Screwtape admonishes his nephew, "You mean you let him read a book that he actually liked?"
As long as Heaven is seen as an abstraction, it is an obstacle to heaven now.