Comments about ‘Joy found in stabs of 'divine homesickness'’

Exactly. Sometimes even the term "divine homesickness" is enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Mr. Peterson you have not a clue. Divine Homesickness? You wrote an entire article on C.S. Lewis and what he thought his Joy was without mentioning his beloved wife Joy Davidman whom he lost to cancer. His loss and Joy has to include the story on the loss of his mother and his inability to resolve that issue because his father never completely got over it. Lewis addressed all his grief after Joy died and was determined to assure that he and Joyâs son would not suffer the prolonged grief Clive did as a child. His wife Joy was the real and metaphorical basis of his books. To exclude her is shortsighted.

I'm pretty confident that Peterson, who seems to know a lot about C. S. Lewis, is aware of Joy Davidman. He can't discuss everything in a short newspaper column.

But "Surprised by Joy" -- I've read it; have you? -- was published in 1955. It doesn't so much as mention Joy Davidman. Lewis married her in 1957, and she died in 1960.

I can so identify with this article.

Now, if we can just help our children identify those very feelings. It's one of the reasons why constant technology is detrimental to developing psyches. They are missing the solitude that is necessary to identify those tender and fleeting moments.

Great article!

Surprised by Joy, Lewis embraces what he referred to as "northernness," or the Norse mythology that represented for him the embodiment of otherness and an escape from the mundane realities of boarding school. Before his eventual return to orthodox Christianity, however, Lewis would experiment with adolescent atheism, various Eastern beliefs, and the "Absolute" of Aristotelian ethics on his way to the Trinitarian God proclaimed by Christianity.
C.S. Lewis, He contains persons(three of them)while remaining one God. Miracles

Driving the Alpine Loop in Utah County, we rounded a bend and suddenly towering above us was the verdant face of a gloriously majestic mountain, alive with foilage, cascades of water flowing down. It felt like a holy place, as though it were the dwelling place of God. It caught my breath away and carved out a place in my soul; a familiar feeling, like an echo of an earlier time and place with God. And it leaves me to wonder....if I were as obedient to the will of God as is the dust of the earth, what might God create in me?

"Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life" had nothing to do with Joy Davidman. "Joy" came from his interpretation of the German word for "longing". It is the story of his conversion to Christianity around, I believe, 1931.