myopic pilgrim

There’s only a few people I have admired so much that I wanted to meet them. More than meet them, I wanted to converse with them and ask questions. Most are musicians, but one is the author C.S. Lewis. Most of you knew this.

Unfortunately, Lewis (or as I’ve called him in my head, Jack) died in the early sixties. So I’ll never get the chance. But I did come across this account of Kathryn Lindskoog meeting C.S. Lewis for the first time. She was an English major in California that received a scholarship to a summer course in London. She wrote to Lewis to arrange a meeting and at 4 o’clock July 20, 1956 at the Royal Oxford Hotel she sat with for tea.

Kathryn Lindskoog captures the uneasy delight in meeting an idol. It felt like the way I would be if I were given the chance to meet a man that I regard as my master.