Disappointment does its best to drag its victims into the ground. It is not subtle in its intentions. “Comfort!” we cry. And we run to everything and everyone but God. Too often disappointment completes its mission and keeps us hovering in the dark.
Hell rejoices when God’s children fall along the path. What could be better than to seed discouragement and bitterness, darkling elements into a Child of Light? The enemy wants you and me to become less and less, but not in the sense that John the Baptizer meant it. Rather, to become less and less our selves—less and less of the way God created us. Our delights originate with God and when they remain pure, the Child of Light thrives in delight, spreading brilliance to everyone.
“The deepest likings and impulses of any man are the raw material,” says the old devil Screwtape to the apprentice devil Wormwood as he tries to turn the believer away from God, “the starting-point, with which the Enemy has furnished him. To get him away from those is therefore always a point gained; even in things indifferent it is always desirable to substitute the standards of the World, or convention, or fashion, for a human’s own real likings or dislikings.”
You and I possess such tremendous power within our delights. But it is a power easily dimmed by hard circumstances. When disappointment moves in, it tends to linger and there is nothing more course and ugly as a Child of Light banging around in the shadows, bruising others because they cannot shake the bitterness.
Fly above the lingering shadows, towards heaven’s delight. Today is the day to deny disappointment a foothold and rise to the heights.
 C. S Lewis, The Screwtape Letters (Uhrichsville, OH: Barbour and Co., 1990), 68-69.
Tim's authored four books, including the children's book Shine So Bright and the critically acclaimed Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society. He studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis for his PhD under Alister McGrath. When he's not scratching poetry, or chasing the scholar's craft, you can find him carving up the trails of the nearest national forest on his Salsa El Mariachi 29er.
He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with his wife and three pixie-daughters, and two acres of Great Horned Owls.