Laity Lodge-Kindred Spirits

This is the third post of a four part series on my experience at the writer's retreat at Laity Lodge. Click on these links to read the other posts:


Part 1
Part 2
Part 4

In The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis writes about deep friendships that are between kindred spirits. These are people who have more in common than merely convenience or living in close proximity to one another. These are people who see and care about the same truths. At the Laity Lodge Writer's Retreat, the rooms were full of kindred spirits. These were people who are writers, with a deep belief in their God. Many are book authors. Most are bloggers, and some attended in anticipation of beginning to write.

I walked up to a group of writers at the meet-and-greet when immediately I heard a lady say, “Oh, you’re the one who won the contest!” She had read my nametag. I sheepishly smiled as some of the others turned to stare. I was meeting all of them for the first time. Many of them already knew one another. They had met at the retreat last year. Many others had been corresponding on the internet and knew each other but were meeting in person for the first time.

I went to get refreshments and people were introducing themselves. Arriving with my own preconceived notions about  people from seeing their pictures on The High Calling website, meeting them in person was quite a surprise. I expected L.L. Barkat to be ten feet tall. She is an accomplished writer, teacher, editor, publisher, wife and mother. So, when a very petite feminine lady walked up to me and introduced herself, I politely said hello. Then, my brain processed who she said that she was and I couldn’t speak for shock. She was ten feet tall in accomplishments and character only.

We had dinner in a dining room with long wooden tables, more like the kind that you would have in a family dining room rather than at a retreat center. I was amazed that the conversation never seemed to wane. There was none of the nervous first conversations that are usually encountered at retreats among people who were meeting for the first time. Not even among the newbies like me. I guess that is because most everyone there was a writer and we writers love to express. Express we did, all weekend.

When we weren't expressing, we were chillaxing; or clowning; or meditating. 

Some were autographing books.

We came in all ages, shapes and sizes to meet one another, learn a little about our craft, and fellowship. We, the kindred spirits, so thankful to be with each other, drinking in the beauty of understanding, left with the gift of richer, deeper kinships and wonderful memories for a lifetime.

Amen.
To read the next article in this series about Laity Lodge, go here.


Joining with Laura Boggess at The Wellspring and L.L. Barkat at Seedlings in Stone.



















copyright 2011 by Kathy Robbins

The Four Loves by C. S. Lewis

In the introduction to  The Four Loves, C.S. Lewis talks about two kinds of love: Gift-love and Need-love. Gift Love, he says is “the love which moves a man to work and plan and save for the future well-being of his family which he will die without sharing or seeing.”  An example of Need-Love is “that which sends a lonely or frightened child to its mother’s arms.”


" Likings and Loves for the Sub-Human " is the first chapter. The sub-human is anything that may be an object of our love other than the human, angel or God.  This includes nature, inanimate objects, ideas and even our country, with love being expressed in the form of patriotism. 


He further classifies the four major loves as affection, friendship, eros and charity. Each has its own chapter. Rather than to go into detail about each of the four major loves, or even an analysis of this classical book, I will share some of the quotes that I especially loved. Note that the version of the book that I read was part of a larger book containing four of his books in one. I have referenced the particular page numbers from the book that I read. In other editions, the page numbers will be different. 

Quotes From C.S. Lewis:

Gift-Love: “Divine Love is Gift-love. The Father gives all He is and has to the Son. The Son gives Himself back to the Father, and gives Himself to the world, and for the world to the Father, and thus gives the world (in Himself) back to the Father too.” P. 213


Need-Love: “…nothing about us except our neediness is, in this life, permanent.” P.222



The love of nature: “…those who allow no more than this love of nature seem to be those who retain it. This is what one should expect. This love, when it sets up as a religion, is beginning to be a god-therefore to be a demon. And demons never keep their promises. Nature ‘dies’ on those who try to live for a love of nature. Coleridge ended by being insensible to her; Wordsworth, by lamenting that the glory had passed away. Say your prayers in a garden early, ignoring steadfastly the dew, the birds and the flowers, and you will come away overwhelmed by its freshness and joy; go there in order to be overwhelmed and, after a certain age, nine times out of ten nothing will happen to you.” P. 224


Love of one’s home: “ ‘No man’ , said one of the Greeks, ‘loves his city because it is great, but because it is his.’” P. 227


Friendship: “Few value it because few experience it.” P. 244


“Friendship is-in a sense not at all derogatory to it-the least natural of loves; the least instinctive, organic, biological, gregarious and necessary.” P. 244


“Without Eros none of us would have been begotten and without Affection none of us would have been reared; but we can live and breed without Friendship. The species, biologically considered, has not need of it.” P. 244

“…the shared activity and therefore the companionship on which Friendship supervenes will not often be a bodily one like hunting or fighting. It may be a common religion, common studies, a common profession, even a common recreation.  All who share it will be our companions; but one or two or three who share something more will be our friends. In this kind of love, as Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth?-Or at least, ‘Do you care about the same truth?’ The man who agrees with us that some question, little regarded by others, is of real importance can be our Friend. He need not agree with us about the answer.”  P. 248

“Lovers are normally side by side, absorbed in each other; Friends, side by side, absorbed in some common interest.” P. 246

Charity: “…spiteful people will pretend to be loving us with Charity precisely because they know that it will wound us. To say to one who expects a renewal of Affection, Friendship, or Eros, ‘I forgive you as a Christian‘ is merely a way of continuing the quarrel. Those who say it are of course lying. But the thing would not be falsely said in order to wound unless, if it were true, it would be wounding.” P. 284

“All who have good parents, wives, husbands, or children, may be sure that at some times-and perhaps at all times in respect of some one particular trait or habit-they are receiving Charity, are loved not because they are lovable but because Love Himself is in those who love them.”-P. 284

“…I dare not…leave any bereaved and desolate reader confirmed in the widespread illusion that reunion with the loved dead is the goal of the Christian life. The denial of this may sound harsh and unreal in the ears of the broken hearted, but it must be denied.” P. 287

“…there is no good applying to Heaven for earthly comfort. Heaven can give heavenly comfort; no other kind.” P. 287

“Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only Beloved who will never pass away.” P. 278

Eros: “Christian writers (notably Milton) have sometimes spoken of the husband’s headship with a complacency to make the blood run cold. We must go back to our Bibles. The husband is the head of the wife just in so far as he is to her what Christ is to the Church. He is to love her as Christ loved the Church -  read on -  and give his life for her. (Eph. V, 25) This headship, then is most fully embodied not in the husband we should all wish to be but in him whose marriage is most like a crucifixion; whose wife receives most and gives least, is most unworthy of him, is - in her own mere nature - least lovable. For the Church has no beauty but what the Bridegroom gives her; he does not find, but makes her, lovely. The chrism of this terrible coronation is to be seen not in the joys of any man’s marriage but in its sorrows, in the sickness and sufferings of a good wife or the faults of a bad one, in his unwearying (never paraded) care or his inexhaustible forgiveness: forgiveness, not acquiescence.” P. 269

“Even when it becomes clear beyond all evasion that marriage with the Beloved cannot possibly lead to happiness - when it cannot even profess to offer any other life than that of tending an incurable invalid, of hopeless poverty, of exile, or of disgrace - Eros never hesitates to say, ‘Better this than parting. Better to be miserable with her than happy without her. Let our hearts break provided they break together’” P. 270


Affection: “…Affection has its own criteria. Its objects have to be familiar. We can sometimes point to the very day and hour when we fell in love or began a new friendship. I doubt if we ever  catch Affection beginning.” P. 231

copyright 2011 by Kathy Robbins

Portrait of a Father's Grace

In the introduction to The Four Loves, CS Lewis makes a distinction between two different kinds of love: gift-love and need-love. He says, “Gift-love would be that love which moves a man to work and plan and save for the future well-being of his family which he will die without sharing or seeing.” Need-love is the same love that motivates a child to run to his mother when he or she is hungry or needs a hug or has some other want.

When I think of this concept of gift-love, in my mind’s eye I see my thin, young, strong, black-haired father, who, after a long day’s work is asleep in the brown recliner with his face covered by Time Magazine. His skin is bronze and his scent is the combination of sweat, cigarettes, and the paper mill where he worked. Usually, he would be wearing gray Dickies’ pants, a t-shirt and be in his sock feet, after removing his outer shirt and steel-toed work boots upon arrival at home. He toiled all day and then retired into the recliner where he would read until he could no longer hold his eyes open. This was a common scene.

His face was thin and a little gaunt, a little like Abraham Lincoln’s, complete with high cheekbones and acne scars from his teenage years. He was a handsome man whose face filled out as he aged.

I watched this thin frame give way to the middle-aged paunch as his hair grayed and then thinned. His personality mellowed at the same rate that his hair thinned.

He had a logbook that he updated with a detail that would make an accountant proud. In this logbook, he detailed his work hours for the week, rate of pay, and then the information from his pay stub with separate columns for each deduction. This was one way that he insured that his pay was correct. After his death, I looked through this book and saw that he rarely worked a forty hour week. A shift electrician, he worked sixty to eighty hours a week, sometimes for as much as six months at a time without a day off. He was paid well for this time, but he had to work to carve out time for relaxation.

His favorite hobby was fishing. He was able to buy a nice boat that he fished in as often as his responsibilities allowed. Unlike the person in C.S. Lewis’ example, he did get to share in the fruit of his labor. But like the person in the example, he didn’t live to share as much of it as he had earned.

He provided for his family during his life. This provision extended beyond his death. 

I remember when I was an adult, he said this to me. “You know that you are welcome to anything that I have. If there is something in this house that belongs to me, and you need it or want it, feel free to help yourself to it.” This was nothing but pure grace and he was full of it. Whenever I read the scriptures in which Jesus talks about having access to anything that belongs to his Father in Heaven, I think about these words from my father. I do understand this concept of gift-love. In my mind’s eye, it is the picture of my father on earth and in heaven..

Amen.

copyright 2011 by Kathy Robbins