CS Lewis once wrote:
“Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
It’s an image which has stuck with me since I read it, and which I’ve wanted to try to paint for a while. After revisiting the image in conversations at New Word Alive the other week, I finally got around to putting this together.