There are no ordinary people

 We visited at a church today and a quote attributed to C.S.Lewis was projected - I snapped pics of it with my phone so that I could look at it more carefully later - which is now. Unfortunately, the words in that order do not show up from the search.  The sermon was interesting - basically,  he said, 1. we are created for a purpose (which he talked about - to be in God's presence), 2. there is a problem (sin), 3. there is a promise (Christ's sacrifice enables us to come into God's presence).  Looking for "the" quote caused me to look at some other Lewis ideas which I have enjoyed thinking about.  My favorite thing from today's meanderings is the idea that  There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. 

Very cool and kinda creepy ... I'll need to do better.

Our lifelong longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off...to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside is no mere neurotic fancy but the truest index of our real situation.  The sense that in this universe we are strangers...and the longing to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality is no mere accident.

That is a note from church today.  I was unable to "find it" per se ...

picture at church - that's a remote telecast - looks pretty real

screen shot of "Quotable Lewis"
the quote as it was displayed at church just isn't showing up
yet
I'll keep looking

 Following C.S. Lewis quotes both from THE WEIGHT of GLORY.

“The sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret. And surely, from this point of view, the promise of glory, in the sense described, becomes highly relevant to our deep desire. For glory means good report with God, acceptance by God, response, acknowledgment, and welcome into the heart of things. The door on which we have been knocking all our lives will open at last.” ~Lewis

“Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honour beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache.”~Lewis

Again, Lewis, writing in "The Problem of Pain": "All the things that have deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it -- tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But 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 . . . which we shall still desire on our deathbeds . . . 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."  >here

"...to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously—no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner—no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat—the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden. " from Weight of Glory pdf page 9

You never talk to a mere mortal.  Wow.