"Letters to Malcom: Chiefly on Prayer” is the last book C.S. Lewis wrote and was published posthumously in 1964. These are letters written to an imagined character named Malcom, which means “Disciple of St. Columba” (one of the Twelve Apostles of Ireland). Of course, these letters are such that one would not think Malcom imaginary if not told. These letters address a number of the “problems” or “mysteries” of prayer which present themselves to those who reflect on it. In here is wise counsel, humble confession, and good theology (despite his admission that he is not “good enough at Theology”). I was encouraged to find even so great a man as Lewis admitting, “Prayer is irksome. An excuse to omit it is never unwelcome. When it is over, this casts a feeling of relief and holiday over the rest of the day. We are reluctant to begin. We are delighted to finish” (Letter XXI). One here finds much that delights and much that surprises. (Many are shocked at Lewis’ bare confessions, “I believe in purgatory” and “Of course I pray for the dead”—Letter XX). While one of his lesser known works, you can never go wrong with Lewis. I will always affectionately call him, “Jack.” I imagine when we meet that he won’t mind. Indeed, I think he’ll insist.