From C. S. Lewis' Mere Christianity, Book III, Christian Behaviour, "Morality and Psychoanalysis":
People often think of Christian morality as a kind of bargain in which God says, "If you keep
a lot of rules I'll reward you, and if you don't I'll do the other thing." I do not think that is the
best way of looking at it. I would much rather say that every time you make a choice you are
turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different
from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices,
all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a heavenly creature or into
a hellish creature: either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other
creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and
with its fellow-creatures, and with itself. To be the one kind of creature is heaven: that is, it is
joy and peace and knowledge and power. To be the other means madness, horror, idiocy,
rage, impotence, and eternal loneliness. Each of us at each moment is progressing to the
one state or the other.
That explains what always used to puzzle me about Christian writers; they seem to be so
very strict at one moment and so very free and easy at another. They talk about mere sins of
thought as if they were immensely important: and then they talk about the most frightful
murders and treacheries as if you had only got to repent and all would be forgiven. But I have
come to see that they are right. What they are always thinking of is the mark which the action
leaves on that tiny central self which no one sees in this life but which each of us will have to
endure--or enjoy--for ever. One man may be so placed that his anger sheds the blood of
thousands, and another so placed that however angry he gets he will only be laughed at. But
the little mark on the soul may be much the same in both. Each has done something to
himself which, unless he repents, will make it harder for him to keep out of the rage next time
he is tempted, and will make the rage worse when he does fall into it. Each of them, if he
seriously turns to God, can have that twist in the central man straightened out again: each is,
in the long run, doomed if he will not. The bigness or smallness of the thing, seen from the
outside, is not what really matters.
One last point. Remember that, as I said, the right direction leads not only to peace but to
knowledge. When a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that
is still left in him. When a man is getting worse, he understands his own badness less and
less. A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all
right. This is common sense, really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not while
you are sleeping. You can see mistakes in arithmetic when your mind is working properly:
while you are making them you cannot see them. You can understand the nature of
drunkenness when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Good people know about both
good and evil: bad people do not know about either.
People often think of Christian morality as a kind of bargain in which God says, "If you keep
a lot of rules I'll reward you, and if you don't I'll do the other thing." I do not think that is the
best way of looking at it. I would much rather say that every time you make a choice you are
turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different
from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices,
all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a heavenly creature or into
a hellish creature: either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other
creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and
with its fellow-creatures, and with itself. To be the one kind of creature is heaven: that is, it is
joy and peace and knowledge and power. To be the other means madness, horror, idiocy,
rage, impotence, and eternal loneliness. Each of us at each moment is progressing to the
one state or the other.
That explains what always used to puzzle me about Christian writers; they seem to be so
very strict at one moment and so very free and easy at another. They talk about mere sins of
thought as if they were immensely important: and then they talk about the most frightful
murders and treacheries as if you had only got to repent and all would be forgiven. But I have
come to see that they are right. What they are always thinking of is the mark which the action
leaves on that tiny central self which no one sees in this life but which each of us will have to
endure--or enjoy--for ever. One man may be so placed that his anger sheds the blood of
thousands, and another so placed that however angry he gets he will only be laughed at. But
the little mark on the soul may be much the same in both. Each has done something to
himself which, unless he repents, will make it harder for him to keep out of the rage next time
he is tempted, and will make the rage worse when he does fall into it. Each of them, if he
seriously turns to God, can have that twist in the central man straightened out again: each is,
in the long run, doomed if he will not. The bigness or smallness of the thing, seen from the
outside, is not what really matters.
One last point. Remember that, as I said, the right direction leads not only to peace but to
knowledge. When a man is getting better he understands more and more clearly the evil that
is still left in him. When a man is getting worse, he understands his own badness less and
less. A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is all
right. This is common sense, really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not while
you are sleeping. You can see mistakes in arithmetic when your mind is working properly:
while you are making them you cannot see them. You can understand the nature of
drunkenness when you are sober, not when you are drunk. Good people know about both
good and evil: bad people do not know about either.
In Christ,
Teopile/Theophilos Porter
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