All Is Gift: Lessons in Stewardship from C.S. Lewis’ ‘Perelandra’
By Joseph Sunde
One of the primary themes of For the Life of the World is the notion that all is gift. We were created to be gift-givers, and through the atoning power of Jesus Christ, we are empowered to render our activities, nay, our very lives to God and those around us.
As Evan Koons explains in the series: “All our work in this world is made of stuff of the earth — our families, our labor, our governments and charities and schools and art forms — all of it takes place here below, but all of it is pointed toward heaven.” Or, as he has written here on the blog: “A life of ‘all is gift’ has no room for the ‘self-made’ man or woman. We are all edified by the gifts of God and by his gifts reflected in others… ‘All is gift’ recognizes and radiates this truth. Know it or not, we are always fashioning bootstraps for someone else.”
Early in the story, Ransom, the chief protagonist, arrives at Perelandra (i.e. Venus), and upon meeting a mysterious lady (“the Queen”), he soon learns that she is an Eve of sorts — innocent and obedient, in all of her pre-Fall-of-Man glory. The human race of Perelandra is still in its earliest stages, without any knowledge or influence of Evil.
The setting is soon disrupted, however, when Weston, an opportunistic scientist, arrives on the planet. After spouting a long sermon of overly-spiritualized individualism, Weston is eventually overtaken by what appears to be demonic possession, after which he attempts to lure the Queen toward disobedience to Maleldil (the Creator God), much like the Serpent of old.
Ransom recognizes the parallels to Genesis, and in an effort to avoid them, engages in a long, embattled struggle with the demon, struggling to persuade the Queen to resist temptation. After tireless pursuit, first through intellectual debate, and later through shedding of blood, Ransom eventually wins, throwing Weston’s body into volcanic fire and avoiding another Fall of Man.
Yet having only encountered the Queen thus far, Ransom soon learns that all of his toil — the risks he took, the bruises he bore, the sacrifices he made — would also be a benefit for the King as well.
Due to the Queen’s obedience amid such trials, the King and Queen are promoted by Maleldil to be rulers of the planet (known as “Oyarsu”), to grow in “the full management of the dominion which Maleldil puts into our hands.” The two are gifted with expanded knowledge of Good and Evil, but “not as the Evil One wished us to learn,” as the King explains.
The Gift Is the Law
For Ransom, however, such a reward is hardly fair.
Yes, the Queen resists temptation, but the King has not done anything — has not given anything — to deserve his reward. Trapped in his earthly understanding, Ransom cannot fathom how this mirror of Adam is able to relish in the gifts of God’s wisdom and power when The Fruit was never even offered as a test.
How can the King possibly be trusted with dominion of the planet and the knowledge, wisdom, and obedience it requires, when he has given nothing as proof or investment? “I see how evil has been made known to the Queen,” says Ransom, “but not how it was made known to you.”
Then unexpectedly the King laughed. His body was very big and his laugh was like an earthquake in it, loud and deep and long, till in the end Ransom laughed too, though he had not seen the joke, and the Queen laughed as well. And the birds began clapping their wings and the beasts wagging their tails, and the light seemed brighter and the pulse of the whole assembly quickened, and new modes of joy that had nothing to do with mirth as we understand it passed into them all, as it were from the very air, or as if there were dancing in Deep Heaven. Some say there always is.
“I know what he is thinking,” said the King, looking upon the Queen. “He is thinking that you suffered and strove and I have a world for my reward.” Then he turned to Ransom and continued. “You are right,” he said, “I know now what they say in your world [Earth] about justice. And perhaps they say well, for in that world things always fall below justice. But Maleldil always goes above it.
All is gift. I am Oyarsa not by His gift alone but by our foster mother’s, not by hers alone but by yours, not by yours alone but my wife’s—nay, in some sort, by gift of the very beasts and birds. Through many hands, enriched with many different kinds of love and labour, the gift comes to me. It is the Law. The best fruits are plucked for each by some hand that is not his own.”
What a powerful picture of the aim and end of Christian service, and how it is enacted, shared, and spread across life.
We are not alone. Our efforts are not isolated. Our gifts are not designed to be shut up in a stuffy attic, nor are they meant to be indulged without regard to God’s wondrous creation that surrounds us—our families, our neighbors, the animals, the earth itself.
We give our gifts to God by giving our gifts to our neighbors. Like Ransom, we give so that others might give, and that others might live. And despite our fallen instincts and tendencies to keep score or take credit for ourselves, those very gifts are also due to the gifts of those before and beyond us.
Like the King, we ought to align our attitudes and actions accordingly, as those who, without God’s generosity and mercy, are powerless and fruitless. “Even our proverbial bootstraps are a gift,” as Koons notes, and we ought to leverage them in turn, set forth in praise and honor of a God whose ways always stretch above justice, not below it.
The gift comes to us, and is given through us, “through many hands, enriched with many different kinds of love and labour.”