How Narnia Helped Me Yearn for Heaven
When I turned 40, I realised I was going to die. I became aware that there was nothing I could do stop my upcoming death. My first 40 years had passed in a heartbeat. I became aware—in a visceral, ‘in my bones’ sort of way—that there was nothing I could do stop my upcoming death. My first 40 years had passed in a heartbeat, I realised, and the next 40 years would pass even more quickly. And after that? I would hit the impregnable wall of death that hems us in. A wall that no human being, no doctor, no...