In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?
* C.S. LEWIS, J.R.R. TOLKIEN, SHERLOCK HOLMES, G.K. CHESTERTON, N.D. WILSON, AND P.G. WODEHOUSE, ARE ENCOURAGED
Sometimes it seems that if we were in a new spot, or new circumstances or scenery, then all would be well. It would be easier to appreciate things, easier to be active, easier to get involved, to not be discouraged, to study harder, or read more, easier to love. But so often that isn't true.
Now, I am a great believer in fresh scenery, in getting away for a bit, visiting, traveling, seeing the world. But it doesn't solve our problems. It freshens our perspective, lets us see again the wonders we have grown dull to. But whether you are at home or abroad, it is hard to get up early, exercise when you should, study hard, work, help, read good books, manage your time, pray, memorize, love people, serve. It's hard to eat right, be thankful, say no, say yes, limit tv; live and learn and care about the whole spinning world, with its vast diversities and wonders, without becoming discontent in, or blind to, our own hobbit-hole lives.
It's hard. But then, we weren't meant to lean on our own abilities. (And thank God for that, as my abilities will never suffice.) In every moment it is God we must trust and lean on. Christ is enough. And as I have been here, and been there recently, I am reminded: lean into prayer.