The other night my young-adult son, Michael, came to me beaming, “Mom, you have to read this!”
Earlier he had been “in a mood,” so I had sent him to his room with instructions not to speak to anyone the rest of the night until he had read two chapters in his literature assignment.
I think I’ve mentioned before that C.S. Lewis often helps my son’s thinking more than I can, so I lean on the author heavily. Classically educated himself, C.S. Lewis expertly weaves truth into allegory.
Michael returned in about an hour as if transfigured, ready to apologize and eager for me to read what he had seen: “I think it’s Jesus,” he said.
This is the portion Michael shared with me:
“What I tell you is the evangelium eternum. This has been known always: ancients and moderns bear witness to it. The stories of the Landlord in our own time are but a picture-writing which show to the people as much of the truth as they can understand. Stewards must have told you – though it seems that you neither heeded nor understood them – the legend of the Landlord’s Son.
They say that after eating of the mountain-apple and the earthquake, when things in our country had gone all awry, the Landlord’s Son himself became one of his Father’s tenants and lived among us, for no other purpose than that he should be killed. The Stewards themselves do not know clearly the meaning of their story; hence, if you ask them how the slaying of the Son should help us, they are driven to monstrous answers.
But to us the meaning is clear and the story is beautiful. It is a picture of the life of the Spirit itself. What the Son is in the legend, every man is in reality: for the whole world is nothing else than the Eternal thus giving itself to death that it may live – that we may live….”