C.S Lewis

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Date: 17 September 2004 10:44:33

I'm reading CS Lewis again. Some people who know me well would tell you that this is probably a BAD SIGN. It's the theological equivalent of coming back from months of eating trifle, cake and sausage rolls and wanting to eat nothing else but home-made bread and decent butter. The thing is, is this just the equivalent of wanting to keep your tastes as unsophisticated as they were when you were a child, or is it a genuine need for some 'back to basics' time?
Rather like Adrian Plass (who can still make me laugh when things go really pear-shaped) CS Lewis is my comfort blanket when I find church hard work. I know he's unfashionable and I should really re-reading The Purpose Driven Life or something equally 'sound'. But Lewis makes me feel nourished, and not like a big fat evangelical failure. Sometimes our church, which is in many ways absolutely fab, can be a bit like having pudding all the time with no dinner. I've got a sweet tooth, but I don't need it pandering to right now. Not really sure that the That Hideous Strength is the answer - but at least it feels like it at the moment.