Sunday, November 20, 2011

Weekend Egnorance: Sunday Screwtape

The Screwtape Letters is a literary masterpiece, and a pretty eloquent piece of theology. C.S. Lewis' classic was one of my earlier literary brushes with Christianity (George McDonald was my earliest). I read Screwtape Letters in college, and it peeled away my impression that Christian faith was a mindless fervor of the sort I saw (and detested) among televangelists. Over the years, I've re-read it, and each time I see more deeply. Lewis tells the simple truth about Christian life, the good and the bad, the faith and the doubt. And he does so in a way that is absolutely hilarious, and very very clever.

For those of you who haven't read it (you lucky ones-- because you can yet read it for the first time!), the "letters" are letters between demons. Wormwood is a young demon who is assigned to corrupt a young man who has recently become a Christian. Screwtape, who writes the letters, is a senior demon and Wormwood's uncle, and he is assigned the task of coaching his demonic nephew in the fine art of temptation.

This is one of my favorite passages, from Chapter 8, in which Screwtape replies to a letter from Wormwood in which the younger demon notes that the young Christian man seems to be having a period of religious dryness. Screwtape's "Our Father" is the Devil and "the Enemy" is God. The final sentence of the penultimate paragraph is my favorite in the book. It is a beautiful expression of Christian courage and of the true meaning of following Christ.
My dear Wormwood,
So you 'have great hopes that the patient's religious phase is dying away', have you? I always thought the Training College had gone to pieces since they put old Subgob at the head of it, and now I am sure. Has no one every told you about the law of Undulation?
Humans are amphibians-- half spirit and half animal. (The Enemy's determination to produce such a revolting hybrid was one of the things that determined Our Father to withdraw his support from Him.) As spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time. This means that while their spirit can be directed to an eternal object, their bodies, passions, and imaginations are in continual change, for as to be in time means to change. Their nearest approach to constancy, therefore, is undulation-- the repeated return to a level from which they repeatedly fall back, a series of troughs and peaks. If you had watched your patient carefully you would have seen this undulation in every department of his life-- his interest in his work, his affection for his friends, his physical appetites, all go up and down. As long as he lives on earth periods of emotional and bodily richness and liveliness will alternate with periods of numbness and poverty. The dryness and dullness through which your patient is now going are not, as you fondly suppose, your workmanship; they are merely a natural phenomenon which will do us no good unless you make a good use of it.
To decide what the best use of it is, you must ask what use the Enemy wants to make of it, and then do the opposite. Now it may surprise you to learn that in His efforts to get permanent possession of a soul, He relies on the troughs even more than on the peaks; some of His special favourites have gone through longer and deeper troughs than anyone else. The reason is this. To us a human is primarily food; our aim is the absorption of its will into ours, the increase of our own area of selfhood at its expense. But the obedience which the Enemy demands of men is quite a different thing. One must face the fact that all the talk about His love for men, and His service being perfect freedom, is not (as one would gladly believe) mere propaganda, but an appalling truth. He reallydoes want to fill the universe with a lot of loathsome little replicas of Himself-- creatures whose life, on its miniature scale, will be qualitatively like His own, not because he has absorbed them but because their wills freely conform to His. We want cattle who can finally become food; He wants servants who can finally become sons. We want to suck in,, He wants to give out. We are empty and would be filled; He is full and flows over. Our war aim is a world in which Our Father Below has drawn all other beings into himself: the Enemy wants a world full of beings united to Him but still distinct.
And that is where the troughs come in. You must have often wondered why the Enemy does not make more use of His power to be sensibly present to human souls in any degree He chooses and at any moment. But you now see that the Irresistible and the Indisputable are the two weapons which the very nature of His scheme forbids Him to use. Merely to override a human will (as His felt presence in any but the faintest and most mitigated degree would certainly do) would be for Him useless. He cannot ravish. He can only woo. For His ignoble idea is to eat the cake and have it; the creatures are to be one with Him, but yet themselves; merely to cancel them, or assimilate them, will not serve. He is prepared to do a little overriding at the beginning. He will set them off with communications of His presence which, though faint, seem great to them, with emotional sweetness, and easy conquest over temptation. Sooner or later He withdraws, if not in fact, at least from their conscious experience, all those supports and incentives. He leaves the creature to stand up on its own legs-- to carry out from the will alone duties which have lost all relish. It is during such trough periods, much more than during the peak periods, that it is growing into the sort of creature He wants it to be. Hence the prayers offered in the state of dryness are those which please Him best. We can drag our patients along by continual tempting, because we design them only for the table, and the more their will is interfered with the better. He cannot 'tempt' to virtual as we do to vice. He wants them to learn to walk and must therefore take away His hand; and if only the will to walk is really there He is pleased even with their stumbles. Do not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
But of course the troughs afford opportunities to our side also. Next week I will give you some hints on how to exploit them,
You affectionate uncle

In the lives of many Christians, of most perhaps, there comes a time when God seems to have vanished. With mere boredom, or personal setback, or family loss, or loss of faith, or illness or impending death, we may look around us and feel that every trace of Him has vanished. Of course He has not vanished. He is closer to us than ever, but His real presence in us sometimes numbs us. The mystics have called this the dark night of the soul. It is a closeness to God that feels empty, because He is working in us and removing our preconceived notions of Him. It is a purging of obstacles.

It is just at that time that we need to intend to do His will, even if we do not desire to do His will. As Screwtape says, it is at that moment-- the moment that we obey without desire-- that Evil is vanquished. It is in that act of intent-- of freedom and obedience, in our choice against comfort and against evasion, but our choice for God, that He finally has brought us to our destination-- to freely choose Him. 


  1. Just lent this to an old friend. Excellent book and an all time favourite author.
    Thanks, Mike.
    Nov 17, ad 2011 - we had our baby boy. 8lbs, 22" and absolutely beautiful. So, if you do not see me about as much for a few days, you'll know why!

  2. CrusadeRex,

    Congratulations. But I thought Canada was sensible like Australia too and had adopted the metric system (minor mishaps such as the Gimli glider not withstanding).

    I also imagine whenever a birth weight is reported that a midwife has converted the metric weight into lbs and oz.

    I read CS Lewis when I was a teenager (his 'science fiction' novels), and I never did like them. They never seemed realistic enough for a genre that routinely 'invents' faster than light travel and bizarre biolgies.

    I won't be rushing out to read 'the Screwtape Letters'. How is a work of fiction, not even one based on real events in the real world, as in historical novels, supposed to provide some truth? It sounds too much like making up a story to fit a preconceived theory.

  3. metric=gay,

    Sorry, not even good enough for a 'Poe'. 'Heathers'?

  4. Bach,
    Thanks :)
    Re: The metric, we are indeed. One of the very first nations to make the conversion. I was posting on Mike's page though and thought it would be polite to go 'old school' for our American pals. The weight was displayed as both on the scales, measures and print outs at this it was an easy conversion ;)
    Re: Lewis. An all time favourite of mine. Lewis's fantasy and scifi were neat too, but I must admit it was not my favourite.
    Screwtape, however, is AWESOME! Strong recommend. Even if you disregard the supernatural and/or divine references - it is a very cool, very funny take on morality.
    As for fiction containing truths, I see no problem with that. There are many moral tales, fables, etc that carry a great deal of insight, vision, and truth in their unravelling. Melville, Cervantes, Homer, etc etc.
    Lots of good stuff out there, if your in the mood and (critically) have the time.
    I must admit, however, I am NOT much of a fiction man any more. No time.
    I seem to leave that behind in my late 20's and 30's. Probably should read some MORE, actually. Miss it.

    "...evil godless heathers who hate America"
    I was sure it was fanatically religious Abigales who hate Sardinia. Man... Just shows you.
    BTW what does 'gay' mean to you?

  5. @crus:

    Congratulations! Blessings to you and your family on your new arrival!


  6. Congratulations CrusadeRex. It must be an extraordinary moment for you and your family. My best wishes, deeply and truly.

  7. Mike,
    Thank you much. The little guy is doing great, and we are all just about ready to BURST with love. Lots of laughing (and blubbering) going on.
    May your blessing be returned tenfold.

    My thanks. It is a seminal time for me and truly extraordinary time for all us. My sincere thanks for your wishes. Some more bed time stories (as we once discussed) are soon on the way, but for now it's lots of rhymes and songs to get those little dimples going :) Thanks.