This past week I came across an interesting article on the lesser known life of C.S. Lewis. If protestants canonized “saints” undoubtedly C.S. Lewis would be one of the first and greatest for many within the evangelical world. It’s funny how we make our “saints” out to be the people we want them to be. We put them up on a pedestal and make them shine, unaware, or unwilling to acknowledge they were finite human beings. Protestant Christianity holds Lewis up to be a great Christian, author, theologian, and apologist—a defender of the Christian faith who many credit with contributing to their conversion or continued sanctification. As a part of the commemoration of the 50th anniversary of his death—on the same day that John F. Kennedy was assasinated—John Blake wrote a piece with the title “The C.S. Lewis You Never Knew.” Blake describes how Lewis ended up poor, donating the proceeds from his religious books to charity. He describes how Lewis viewed himself as a failure, far from the apologist he is currently made out to be. Blake also refers to what many in the evangelical world would consider deviant sexual interests. He writes,

Lewis displayed an interest in sadomasochism during his youth. He read the writings of the Marquis de Sade; once became drunk at a party and begged people to allow him to whip them; and signed three letters to friend Arthur Greeves with the closing “lover of the whip,” according to McGrath’s biography.