figured I'd see what the hype was about re: C.S. -
read Mere a while ago - enjoyed - beyond that, his other stuff (similar to Shakespeare) while praised up and down by Manny, Moe, and Jack, bored me.. - and his chanting of 'free will' would form a question mark bubble over head - Eph. 1, Romans 8 having made predestination pretty clear in my eyes..
Anyway, so I just snapt shut a thick book of 127 Readings of C.S. Lewis - and, yes, I'll hand it, did find a number of ringers.. will start with a snip from the opening bio, then on to 2 of the best lil' passages (in my op.)..
"Lewis himself was a convert. It happened on the way to a zoo. His brother was driving a motorcycle; he was riding in the side car. At the begining of the trip he did not believe that Jesus Christ was the son of God. Somewhere along the way - he was not blinded like St. Paul on the road to Damascus nor was he sprung from the sidecar by a piece of piano wire divinely strung across the roadway - he was, as he recounts in his autobiography, "surprised by joy." At the end of the trip he found himself believing what he thought he never could."
definite feather in the cap of the invention of the motorcycle.. am liking how physical activity - pleasure, exhilaration - however you'd like to call it - can affect spritual transformation..
context of this next passage has to do with the whole 'the world is a stage, we, just actors upon it' notion.. - that God has us where we are to do this or that (i.e. He's Author of the 'script') and then he'll require answers after all's said and done regarding how we 'performed' our 'role':
"We are led to expect that the Author will have something to say to each of us on the part that each of us have played. The playing it well is what matters infinitely."
mmmm..
and here me have a glaring ringer - the imagery it called up in head: extraordinary...
".. every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a Heaven creature or into a hellish creature; either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow creatures, and with itself."
Great writing. Totally jives with my 'what are you doing to the atmosphere' philosophy - you are either spreading pleasantness or violence (to one degree, shape form or other) by how you speak, carry yourself.. what's what you're doing, doing to those around you, doing to you?
time to read novels.. here's one www.adamtyson.com as I work on new one..
read Mere a while ago - enjoyed - beyond that, his other stuff (similar to Shakespeare) while praised up and down by Manny, Moe, and Jack, bored me.. - and his chanting of 'free will' would form a question mark bubble over head - Eph. 1, Romans 8 having made predestination pretty clear in my eyes..
Anyway, so I just snapt shut a thick book of 127 Readings of C.S. Lewis - and, yes, I'll hand it, did find a number of ringers.. will start with a snip from the opening bio, then on to 2 of the best lil' passages (in my op.)..
"Lewis himself was a convert. It happened on the way to a zoo. His brother was driving a motorcycle; he was riding in the side car. At the begining of the trip he did not believe that Jesus Christ was the son of God. Somewhere along the way - he was not blinded like St. Paul on the road to Damascus nor was he sprung from the sidecar by a piece of piano wire divinely strung across the roadway - he was, as he recounts in his autobiography, "surprised by joy." At the end of the trip he found himself believing what he thought he never could."
definite feather in the cap of the invention of the motorcycle.. am liking how physical activity - pleasure, exhilaration - however you'd like to call it - can affect spritual transformation..
context of this next passage has to do with the whole 'the world is a stage, we, just actors upon it' notion.. - that God has us where we are to do this or that (i.e. He's Author of the 'script') and then he'll require answers after all's said and done regarding how we 'performed' our 'role':
"We are led to expect that the Author will have something to say to each of us on the part that each of us have played. The playing it well is what matters infinitely."
mmmm..
and here me have a glaring ringer - the imagery it called up in head: extraordinary...
".. every time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different from what it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a Heaven creature or into a hellish creature; either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow creatures, and with itself."
Great writing. Totally jives with my 'what are you doing to the atmosphere' philosophy - you are either spreading pleasantness or violence (to one degree, shape form or other) by how you speak, carry yourself.. what's what you're doing, doing to those around you, doing to you?
time to read novels.. here's one www.adamtyson.com as I work on new one..
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