Why, come a damp and gloomy day in March, do we yell over a math lesson or lose our temper over a writing assignment? Why do we see the lessons left to finish and get lost in an anxiety-ridden haze? We forget that we are dealing with a soul, a precious child bearing the image of God, and all we can see is that there are only a few months left to the school year and we are still only halfway through the math book. C.S. Lewis tells us in The Weight of Glory: It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses to remember that the dullest, most uninteresting person you talk
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