A Strange Paradox

I’ve been reading The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis recently. This is the second time I’ve read the first half, but I am now making fair, even if slow, progress. For some reason I never made it through the first time, but I intend to this time.

On Reading Lewis…To me, much of Lewis is like Scotch. You must make a distinguished effort to acquire the taste for it through concentrated exertion, even toil. I’ve always wanted to like Scotch. And I do…now. But it’s a painful process at the beginning. You’ll never convince me that it’s a smooth, pleasurable process. It’s a hard drink with a hard swallow. So to, is Lewis. Especially at the beginning, and right now for me, especially in The Four Loves.

There are too many valuable things in the book so far to note, but a few have stuck with me throughout the days. The first is this: That we most often approach God when we are least like him. Because “…what can be more unlike than fullness and need, sovereignty and humility, righteousness and penitence, limitless power and a cry for help.” We are, in one sense, a paradox of the God that created us.  At the same time we are one with him because we are, in whatever different ways, created in his image.