“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations–these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit–immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
“This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously–no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love…
“…Next to the Blessed Sacrament, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbor, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat–the glorifer and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden.”
-C.S. Lewis, “The Weight of Glory”
When I think about people with this perspective, I am convinced that my love for people is weak. I am reminded that I must love with the real and costly love that only comes through me from the Father.
I usually think of humanity in opposition to divinity, not as a reflection of divinity. God’s first point about people was that we would be made in His image, so it would seem that my thoughts need to be adjusted. The weight of glory is great, despite the brokenness of our world.