We are narrative creatures, and we need narrative nourishment-nar rative catechisms.

God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking, of a child's smile, of dust motes in the sun. He is who He is, and always shall be. Look around you now. He is speaking always and everywhere. His personality can be seen and known and leaned upon. The sun is belching flares while mountains scrape our sky while ants are milking aphids on their colonial leaves and dolphins are laughing in the surf and wheat is rippling and wind is whipping and a boy is looking into the eyes of a girl and mortals are dying.

In Bright Shadow: C.S. Lewis on the Imagination for Theology and Discipleship

You fainted,' Tom said. Reg coughed. No, I didn't,' he said. 'Women faint. People afraid of needles faint. Men black out.

The fall of man did not introduce evil; it placed us on the wrong side of it, under its rule, needing rescue.

Horace smiled. "Always breakfast like a man condemned. One never knows that a day may bring."

In the Darwinian world, self-preservation is the ultimate shiny good.