It’s a two-for!
Both are from The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis, which I finished today. Onto The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.
Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who chose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity.
Sweet Jesus, what an honest truth. Please save me from the misery and pity I’m constantly looking for in the situations I’m in (and I’m not just talking about Uganda). Joy. Pure, holy, amazing joy, Jesus.
Our light can swallow up your darkness; but your darkness cannot now infect our light. No, no, no. Come to us. We will not go to you. Can you really have thought that love and joy would always be at the mercy of frowns and sighs? Did you not know they were stronger than their opposites?
(Emphasis added.) Truth.