“It may be possible for each to think too much of his own potential glory hereafter; it is hardly possible for him to think too often or too deeply about that of his neighbour. The load, or weight, or burnden of my neighbour’s glory should be laid on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken… There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal… no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption… no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses.” — C.S. Lewis
I’m reading The Weight of Glory by C.S. Lewis and the first chapter alone has completely blown my mind. This is not an easy read, but wow, is it worth it so far. This passage struck me. If my “potential glory,” which is my Father’s acceptance of me in Heaven (opposed to him telling me he never knew me), is important, how much more important is that potential glory of the people around me? It is more important than all my flippancy, all my feelings of superiority, all my petty presumptions. Everyone that I encounter HAS A SOUL. How could I possibly “merely tolerate” someone when the weight of their glory is on my back. If God is using me as an instrument to show his love?