Every point in one’s life at which one loses everything is far more a beginning than an end, for one has lost merely the past, and one has yet to gain the future, and eternity itself. — Douglas Gresham, Lenten Lands: My Childhood with Joy Davidman and C.S. Lewis, 1988.
Yesterday, there was a lunch for someone celebrating three decades on earth. The bistro was empty, the service attentive. The food was exceptional French country fare, rich and decadent.
The company was warm and the conversation flowed like a lazy river, unhurried because it was a Sunday afternoon and we had all just come from attending church together.
It was a languid lunch, filled with contented dialogue, quiet jokes, the kind of Sunday afternoon meal one realizes one has missed for far too long.
- Religion: Beyond the Wardrobe (time.com)