18th
i just finished reading Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis.
i haven’t read all of his fiction works, but so far i think it is my favorite. dare i say his best. (he said so too, therefore i feel somewhat justified in thinking so)
it forced me to evaluate how i love.
the story is told by orual’s (main character) perspective. you see things from her perspective throughout the book, the seeming innocence and genuine nature of how she treated people was eventually followed by the realization that the way she treated good people led them to their death. she did nothing but act out of what was, in her opinion, the best for her friends or family.
anyway, you should read the book.
the inklings were a group of guys (lewis, tolkien, barfield and a few others) who believed that (essentially) the recognition of beauty was at risk of being lost without story/fiction/mythology. i agree with them more and more i think.
it seems like much of our “churching” today has become “21 irrefutable laws” about whatever, or “7 steps” to something. and we hear about these things in boring buildings that were painted boring colors by youth group volunteers.
when i think of the sistine chapel (painted by one of the most impressive painters ever) or the fact that Jesus taught in stories, i can’t help but think we are losing the ability to find beauty in things. i know this tends to be the case for me at times.
i feel like people tend to skim over books or music or whatever and notice that words like “God” or “sacrifice” or “atonement” or whatever aren’t in them. this must mean that it is not spiritual? (it doesn’t).
good thing im in a spiritual pop band (refer to pitch article)
