Death is a metaphor; nobody dies to oneself. I believe that humans will not merely endure; they will prevail. My picture of the good sheepdog in the good homestead does not, of course, cover wild animals nor (a matter even more urgent) ill-treated domestic animals. However, it is intended only as an illustration drawn from one privileged instance—which is, also, in my view the only normal and unperverted instance—of the general principles to be observed in framing a theory of animal resurrection. I think Christians may justly hesitate to suppose any beasts immortal, for two reasons. Firstly because they fear, by attributing to beasts a “soul” in the full sense, to obscure that difference between beast and humans which is as sharp in the spiritual dimension as it is hazy and problematical in the biological. And secondly, a future happiness connected with the beast’s present life simply as a compensation for suffering—so many millenniums in the happy pastures paid down as “damages” for so many years of pulling carts—seems a clumsy assertion of Divine goodness. We, because we are fallible, often hurt a child or an animal unintentionally, and then the best we can do is to “make up for it” by some caress or tid-bit. However, it is hardly pious to imagine omniscience acting in that way—as though God trod on the animals’ tails in the dark and then did the best He could about it! #RandolphHarris 1 of 18

In such a botched adjustment I cannot recognize the master-touch; whatever the answer is, it must be something better than that. The theory I am suggesting tries to avoid both objections. It makes God the center of the Universe and humans the subordinate center of terrestrial nature: the beasts are not co-ordinate with humans, but subordinate to them, and their destiny is through and through related to ones. And the derivative immorality suggested for them is not a mere amende or compensation: it is part and parcel of the new Heaven and new Earth, organically related to the whole suffering process f the World’s fall and redemption. Supposing, as I do, that the personality of the tame animals is largely the gift of humans—that their mere sentience is reborn to soulhood in us as our mere soulhood is reborn to spirituality in Christ—I naturally suppose that very few animals indeed, in their wild state, attain to “self” or ego. However, if any do, and if it is agreeable to the goodness of God that they should live again, their immortality would also be related to humans—not, this time, to individual masters, but to humanity. That is to say, if in any instance the quasi-spiritual and emotional value which human tradition attributes to a beast (such as the “innocence” of the lamb or the heraldic royalty of the lion) has a real ground in the beast’s nature, and is not merely arbitrary or accidental, then it is that capacity, or principally in that, that the beast may be expected to attend on risen humans and make part of one’s “train.” #RandolphHarris 2 of 18

Or if the traditional character is quite erroneous, then the beast’s Heavenly life would be in virtue of the real, but unknown, effect it has actually had on humans during their whole history: for if Christians cosmology is in any sense (I do not say, in a literal sense) true, then all that exists on our planet is related to humans, and even the creatures that were extinct before humans existed are then only seen in their true light when they are seen as the unconscious harbingers of humans. When we are speaking of creatures so remote from us as wild beasts, and prehistoric beasts, we hardly know what we are talking about. It may well be that they have no selves and no sufferings. It may even be that each species has a corporate self—that Lionhood, not lions, has shared in the travail of creation and will enter into the restoration of all things. And if we cannot imagine even our own eternal life, much less can we imagine the life the beasts may have as our “members.” If the Earthly lion could read the prophecy of that day when one shall eat hay like an ox, one would regard it as a description not of Heaven, but of hell. And if there is nothing in the lion but carnivorous sentience, then one is unconscious and one’s “survival” would have no meaning. #RandolphHarris 3 of 18

However, if there is a rudimentary Leonine self, to that also God can give “body” as it pleases Him—a body no longer living by the destruction of the lamb, yet richly Leonine in the sense that is also expresses whatever energy and splendour and exulting power dwelled within the visible lion on this Earth. I think, under correction, that the prophet used an eastern hyperbole when he spoke of the lion on this Earth. I think, under correction, that the prophet used an eastern hyperbole when he spoke of the lion and the lamb lying down together. That would be rather impertinent of the lamb. To have lions and lambs that so consorted (except n some rare celestial Saturnalia of topsy-turvydom) would be the same as having neither lambs nor lions. I think the lion, when one has ceased to be dangerous, will still be awful: indeed, that we shall then first see that of which the present fangs and claws are a clumsy, and satanically perverted, imitation. There will still be something like the shaking of a golden mane: and often the good Duke will say, “Let him roar again.” It is required you do awake your faith. Then all stand still; or those that think it is unlawful business I am about, let them depart. Plunged in thy depth of mercy let me die the death that every soul that lives desires. “I reckon,” said St Paul, “that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us,” reports Romans 8.18. If this is so, a book on suffering which says nothing of Heaven, is leaving out almost the whole of one side of the account. #RandolphHarris 4 of 18

Scripture and tradition habitually put the joys of Heaven into the scale against the sufferings of Earth, and no solution of the problem of pain which does not do so can be called a Christian one. We are very sky nowadays of even mentioning Heaven. We are afraid of the jeer about “pie in the sky,” and of being told that we are trying to “escape” from the duty of making a happy World here and now into dreams of a happy World elsewhere. However, either there is “pie in the sky” or there is not. If there is not, then Christianity is false, for this doctrine is women into its whole fabric. If there is, then this truth, like any other, must be faced, whether it is useful at political meetings or no. Again, we are afraid that Heaven is a bribe, and that is we make it our goal we shall no longer be disinterested. It is not so. Heaven offers nothing that a mercenary soul can desire. It is safe to tell the pure in heart that they shall see God, for only the pure in Heart want to. There are rewards that do not sully motives. A human’s love for a woman is not mercenary because one wants to marry her, nor his love of exercise less disinterested because he wants to run and leap and walk. Love, by definition, seeks to enjoy its object. You may think that there is another reason for our silence about Heaven—namely, that we do not really desire it. However, that may be an illusion. #RandolphHarris 5 of 18

What I am now going to say is merely an opinion of my own without the slightest authority, which I submit to the judgment of better Christians and better scholars than myself. There have been times when I think we do not desire Heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else. You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw—but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realize that this landscape means something totally different to one, that one is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of—something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat’s side? #RandolphHarris 6 of 18

Are not all lifelong friendships born at them moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have every deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it—tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that dies away just as they caught your ear. However, if it should really become manifest—if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself—you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for.” We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all. I am not, of course, suggesting that these immortal longings which we have from the Creator because we are humans, should be confused with the gifts of the Holy Spirit to those who are in Christ. We must not fancy we are holy because we are human. #RandolphHarris 7 of 18

This signature on each soul may be a product of heredity and environment, but that only means that heredity and environment are among the instruments whereby God creates a soul. I am considering now how, but why, He makes each soul unique. If He had no use for all these differences, I do not see why He should have created more souls than one. Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to God; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you. If you never had a key, the mould in which a key is made would a strange thing. And if you have never seen a lock, the key itself would be a strange thing. Your soul has a curious shape because it is a hollow made to fit a particular swelling in the infinite contours of the Divine substance, or a kay to unlock one of the doors in the house with many mansions. For it is not humanity in the abstract that is to be saved, but you—you, the individual reader, John Stubbs or Janet Smith. Blessed and fortunate creature, your eyes shall behold Him and not another’s. All that you are sins apart, is destined, if you will let God have His good way, to utter satisfaction. The Brocken spectre “looked to every man like his first love,” because she was a cheat. However, God will to every soul like its first love because He is its first love. Your place in Heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it—made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand. #RandolphHarris 8 of 18

It is from this point of view that we can understand hell in its aspect of privation. All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness. The say is coming when you will awake to find, beyond all hope, that you have attained it, or else, that it was within your reach and you have lost it forever. This may seem a perilously private and subjective notion of the pearl of great price, but it is not. The thing I am speaking of is not an experience. You have experienced only the want of it. The thing itself has never actually been embodied in any thought, or image, or emotion. Always it has summoned you our of yourself. And if you will not go out of yourself to follow it, if you sit down to brood on the desire and attempt to cherish it, the desire itself will evade you. The door into life generally opens behind us, and the only wisdom for one haunted with the scent of unseen roses, is work. This secret fire goes out when you use the bellows: bank it down with what seems unlikely fuel of dogma and ethics, turn your back on it and attend to your duties, and then it will blaze. The World is like a picture with a golden background, and we the figures in that picture. Until you step off the plane of the picture into the large dimensions of death you cannot see the gold. However, we have reminders of it. To change our metaphor, the blackout is not quite complete. There are errors. At times the daily scene looks big with its secret. #RandolphHarris 9 of 18

Such is my opinion; and it may be erroneous. Perhaps this secret desire also is part of the Old Man and must be crucified before the end. However, this opinion has a curious trick of evading denial. The desire—much more the satisfaction—has always refused to be fully present in any experience. Whatever you try to identify with it, turns out to be not it but something else: so that hardly any degree of crucifixion or transformation could go beyond what the desire itself leads us to anticipate. Again, if this opinion is not true, something better is. However, “something better”—not this or that experience, but beyond it—is almost the definition of the thing I am trying to describe. The thing you long for summon you away from the self. Even the desire for the thing lives only if you abandon it. This is the ultimate law—the seed dies to live, the bread must be cast upon the waters, one that loses one’s soul will save it. However, the life of the seed, the finding of the bread, the recovery of the soul, are as real as the preliminary sacrifice. Hence it is truly said of Heaven, in Heaven there is no ownership. If any there took upon one to call anything one’s own, one would straightway be thrust out into hell and become an evil spirit. However, it is also said, “To one that overcometh I will give a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no human knoweth saving one that receiveth it,” reports Revelation 2.17. #RandolphHarris 10 of 18

What can be more a human’s own than this new name which even in eternity remains a secret between God and one? And what shall we take this secrecy to mean? Surely, that each of the redeemed shall forever know and praise some one aspect of the Divine beauty better than any other creature can. Why else were individuals created, but that God, loving all infinitely, should love each differently? And this difference, so far from impairing, floods with meaning the love of all blessed creatures for one another, the communion of the saints. If all experienced God in the same way and returned Him an identical worship, the song of the Church triumphant would have no symphony, it would be like an orchestra in which all the instruments played the same note. Aristotle has told us that a city is a unity of unlikes, and St Paul that a body in a unity of different members. Heaven is a city, and a Body, because the blessed remain eternally different: a society, because each has something to tell all the others—fresh and ever fresh news of “My God” whom each finds in Him whom all praise as “Our God.” For doubtless the continually successful, yet never complete, attempt by each soul to communicate its unique vision to all others (and that by means whereof Earthly art and philosophy are but clumsy imitations) is also among the ends for which the individual was created. #RandolphHarris 11 of 18

For union exists only between distincts; and, perhaps, from this point of view, we catch a momentary glimpse of the meaning of all things. Pantheism is a creed not so much false as hopelessly behind times. Once, before creation, it would have been true to say that everything was God. However, God created: He causes things to be other than Himself that, being distinct, they might learn to love Him, and achieve union instead of mere sameness. Thus He also cast His bread upon the waters. Even within the creation we might say that inanimate matter, which has no will, is one with God in a sense in which humans are not. However, it is no God’s purpose that we should go back into that old identity (as, perhaps, some Pagan mystics would have us do) but that we should go on to the maximum distinctness there to be reunited with Him in a higher fashion. Even within the Holy One Himself, it is not sufficient that the Word should be God, it must also be with God. The Father eternally begets the Son and the Holy Ghost proceeds: deity introduces distinction within itself so that the union of reciprocal loves may transcend mere arithmetical unity or self-identity. However, the eternal distinctness of each soul—the secret which makes of the union between each soul and God a species in itself—will never abrogate the law that forbids ownership in Heaven. As to its fellow-creatures, each soul, we suppose will be eternally engaged in giving away to all the rest that which it receives. #RandolphHarris 12 of 18

And as to God, we must remember that the soul is but a hollow which God fills. Its union with God is, almost by definition, a continual self-abandonment—an opening, an unveiling, a surrender, of itself. A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun. We need not suppose that the necessity for something analogous to self-conquest will ever be ended, or that eternal life will not also be eternal dying. It is in this sense that, as there may be pleasures in hell (God shield us from them), there may be something not unlike pains in Heaven (God grant us soon to taste them). For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being. For the Eternal Word also gives Himself in sacrifice; and that not only on Calvary. For when He was crucified He did that in the wild weather of His outlying provinces which He had done at home in glory and gladness. From before the foundation of the World He surrenders begotten Deity back to begetting Deity in obedience. And as the Son glorifies the Father, so also the Father glorifies the Son. And, with submission,, as become a layman, I think it was truly said “God loveth not Himself as Himself but as Goodness; and if there were aught better than God, He would love that and not Himself,” reports Theol. Germ., xxxii. #RandolphHarris 13 of 18

From the highest to the lowest, self exists to be abdicated and, by that abdication, becomes the more truly self, to be thereupon yet the more abdicated, and so forever. This is not a Heavenly law which we can escape by remaining Earthly, nor an Earthly law which we can escape by being saved. What is outside the system of self-giving is not Earth, nor nature, nor “ordinary life,” but simply solely hell. Yet even hell derives from this law such as reality as it has. That fierce imprisonment in the self is but the obverse of the self-giving which is absolute reality; the negative shape which the outer darkness takes by surrounding and defining the shape of the real, or which the real imposes on the darkness by having a shape and positive nature of its own. The golden apple of selfhood, thrown among the false god, became an apple of discord because they scrambled for it. They did not know the first rule of the holy game, which is that every player must by all means touch the ball and then immediately pass it on. To be found with it in your hands is a fault: to cling to it, death. However, when it flies to and fro among the player too swift for eye to follow, and the great master Himself leads the revelry, giving Himself eternally to His creatures in the generation, and back to Himself in the sacrifice, of the Word, then indeed the eternal dance makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. #RandolphHarris 14 of 18

All pains and pleasures we have known on Earth are early initiations in the movements of that dance: but the dance itself is strictly incomparable with the sufferings of this present time. As we draw nearer to its uncreated rhythm, pain, and pleasure sink almost out of sight. There is joy in the dance, but it does not exist for the sake of joy. It does not even exist for the sake of good, or of love. It is Love Himself, and Good Himself, and therefore happy. It does not exist for us, but we for it. The size and emptiness of the Universe which frightened us at the outset should awe us still, for though they may be no more than a subjective by-product of our three-dimensional imagining, yet they symbolize great truth. As our Earth is to all the stars, so doubtless are we humans and our concerns to all creation; as all the stars are so space itself, so are all creatures, all thrones and powers and mightiest of the created gods, to the abyss of the self-existing Being, who is to us Father and Redeemer and indwelling Comforter, but of whom no human nor angel can say nor conceive what He is in and for Himself, or what is the work that he maketh from the beginning to the end. For they are all derived and unsubstantial things. Their vision fails them and they cover their eyes from the intolerable light of utter actuality, which was and is and shall be, which never could have been otherwise, which has no opposite. #RandolphHarris 15 of 18

Pain is a common and definite event which can easily be recognized: but the observation of character or behaviour is less easy, less complete, and less exact, especially in the transient, if intimate, relation of doctor and patient. In spite of this difficulty certain impressions gradually take form in the course of medical practice which are confirmed as experience grows. A short attack of severe physical pain is overwhelming while it lasts. The sufferer is not usually loud in one’s complaints. One will be for relief but does not waste one’s breath on elaborating one’s troubles. It is unusual for one to lose self-control and to become wild and irrational. It is rare for the severest physical pain to become in this sense unbearable. When short, severe, physical pain passes it leaves no obvious alteration in behaviour. Long-continued pain has more noticeable effect. It is often accepted with little or no complain and great strength and resignation are developed. Pride is humbled or, at times, results in a determination to conceal suffering. Women with rheumatoid arthritis show a cheerfulness which is so characteristic that it can be compared to the spes phthisica of the consumptive: and is perhaps due more to a slight intoxication of the patient by the infection than to an increased strength of character. #RandolphHarris 16 of 18

Some victims of chronic pain deteriorate. They become querulous and exploit their privileged position as invalids to practice domestic tyranny. However, the wonder is that the failures are so few and the heroes so many; there is a challenge in physical pain which most can recognize and answer. One the other hand, a long illness, even without pain, exhausts the mind as well as the body. The invalid gives up the struggle and drifts helplessly and plaintively into a self-pitying despair. Even so, some, in a similar physical state, will preserve their serenity and selflessness to the end. To see it is a rare but moving experience. Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, to some, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say “My heart is broken.” Yet if the cause is accepted and faced, the conflict will strengthen and purify the character and in time the pain will usually pass. Sometimes, however, it persists and the effect is devastating; if the cause it not faced or not recognized, it produces the dreary state of the chronic neurotic. However, some by heroism overcome even chronic mental pain. They often produce brilliant work and strengthen, harden, and sharpen their character till they become like tempered steel. #RandolphHarris 17 of 18

In actual insanity the picture is darker. In the whole realm of medicine there is nothing so terrible to contemplate as a human with chronic melancholia. However, most of the insane are not unhappy or, indeed, conscious of their condition. In either case, if they recover, they are surprisingly little changed. Often they remember nothing of their illness. Pain provides an opportunity of heroism; the opportunity is seized with surprising frequency. God walks at my side, armed with sword and staff, and in the darkest of nights, my fears fly before Him. He looks into my eyes, sitting with empty hands and in the brightest of days, my cares are as nothing.  O Lord, please guard my tongue from evil and my lips from speaking guile, and to those who slander me, please let me give no heed. May my soul be humble and forgiving unto all. Please open Thou my heart, O Lord, unto Thy sacred Law, that Thy statutes I may know and all Thy truths pursue. Please bring to naught designs of those who seek to do me ill; please speedily defeat their aims and thwart their purposes for Thine own sake, for Thine own power, for Thy holiness and Law. That Thy loved ones be delivered, please answers us, O Lord, and save with Thy redeeming power. May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable unto Thee, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. Thou who establishest peace in the Heavens, please grant peace unto us and unto all America. Amen. #RandolphHarris 18 of 18

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