Sunday Firesides: Blessed Are the Restless
When a young C.S. Lewis would gaze out the windows of his nursery, the landscape of green hills in the distance would fill him with pangs of yearning.
Nature would continue to stir these inconsolable longings throughout his life, as would encounters with literature, music, art, and friendship. In these “Tantalizing glimpses, premises never quite fulfille…
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