Screwtape Letter 5













ST is disappointed that WW is drunk on the pleasure of the war and chides him that duty comes before pleasure. He tells his nephew to be cool headed to make sure he secures the patients soul forever, and not just gloat in the temp satisfaction of the war. He continues by saying don’t hope for too much from the war- because while wars are entertaining what use to them unless they bring souls to the devil. He tells WW that if they are not careful they will see thousands turning in this tribulation to the enemy (Christ). This is because men are killed in wars; men go to these wars with full awareness that they may be killed and then prepare themselves to enter the Christs kingdom beforehand.

ST stresses “how much better for us if, ALL humans died in costly nursing homes among doctors, nurses and friends who lie, promising life to the dying, encouraging the belief that sickness excuses every indulgence, and even withholding from the sick man a priest to show him his true condition.”

How disastrous for them is this continual reminder of death that war reinforces, because one of their best weapons “contented worldliness” is rendered useless, because in wartime not even a human can believe he is going to live forever.

This is so true in our world today as we are so outwardly focused and concentrate on remaining young. We spend such an un-proportional amount of time thinking about our lives here and our material and worldly gains, while at the same time pushing our eternal life into the distant future. We sometimes ignore the fact that we are all eventually going to die, leave this world and travel to the next. War has a funny way of bringing our mortality to the forefront- making us prepare for our inevitable death and the glorious future.

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