Face to Face With the Gods

The Helm

It seemed to me like I struck some kind of spiritual gold. It didn’t glitter, but it was gold.

Gold that wounded like a faithful friend.

Over the last couple years, I’ve been reading a lot of C.S. Lewis. Books by Lewis, about Lewis, and inspiring to Lewis. In this deep dive, at least deep relative to a guy trained as an automotive mechanic who writes newsletters in maritime jargon, I finally read what is widely heralded as Lewis’ best work of fiction. His final novel.

Like any of Jack’s other novels, you can enjoy the book at face value or you can brush away the dust on the tome’s surface to discover there are layers upon layers of meaning beneath the crust.

I’m talking about the medieval masterpiece, Till We Have Faces.