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The Hiding Place: The Glass Half-Full (With Eyes Closed)

Readers of Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place are often puzzled on the meaning of the significant title: “hiding place”. What could it mean? There was the secret room with which she hid Jews, there was the crack in the wall which housed her neighbors the ants, there were innumerable “hiding places” in which ten Boom took refuge. What readers are missing here is the meaning of refuge, for a hiding place is more than physical security. Likewise, it is more than reading the Gospels as escapism or a talisman against evil, spiritual forces. In her autobiography The Hiding Place, Corrie ten Boom discusses the true hiding place as abandonment upon God’s will, her journey towards acceptance of her vocation, and the difficulties on her pilgrimage. Ten Boom starts her chronological autobiography with an out-of-time description of her happy life in Haarlem. “Childhood scenes rushed back at me out of the night, strangely close and urgent. Today I know that such memories are the key not to the ...

Clive Staples

 January 8, 2021 Clive Staples Lewis Christian Hopefully Heaven Clive Staples Lewis! There is one thing that I will not tolerate, and that is name-calling. I have put up with many things in the duration of our correspondence—including your outrageous declarations of love—but here I draw the line. I am not some perverted desire for your darling “Miss C”, nor am I a thrill that comes from a glimpse of the mountains or a snatch of Wagner. Honestly, Jack. If I didn’t know you better, I would say you didn’t know me at all. I do know you have faced certain difficulties during your pilgrimage from Romanticism to Christianity, but I expect common courtesy from a man I’ve practically raised. Don’t dispute my claim! I still remember when you first noticed me—it was in your new house and you were trying to remember that small garden you and your brother made. You were small then, and you were so disappointed when you realized I was only visiting. But I remember you were consoled with my gifts...