For too many, they stay mere fantasy

Today, since it was raining, I stayed home and finished up a drawing at the park pond I started yesterday--here 'tis. You can see by the scrap paper on the lower left of the photo I've been on a C. S. Lewis kick recently. The books on the lower right? My Bibles for the memory work I'm doing.

C.S. Lewis clearly meant to write of spiritual realities. The danger is to treat these books as mere imagination. The unregenerate can do nothing else. But the genuinely saved reader, when illumined to truth, should find his heart responding to God, not simply say, "Oh yeah, that was fun reading."

Woops; I got carried away again. I was supposed to just post my picture, wasn't I? I do this all the time...