Gaining a heart of wisdom
I have invited the readers who visit Living Our Days to join me in reading C.S. Lewis's Till We Have Faces, and to return here each Thursday for a discussion. If you're just joining us, you can find the reading schedule here. Approaches to C.S. Lewis's brand of fiction vary widely, ranging from "This is a… Continue reading Till We Have Faces (2): Longing for the Grey Mountain
Ask an author to name his favorite of all the books he's written, and most will demur, insisting that it's like trying to choose a favorite child. Not C.S. Lewis. He believed Till We Have Faces to be his best book. In his novel based on the Greek myth of Cupid and Psyche, Lewis uses the… Continue reading Till We Have Faces: Welcome to the Discussion
Turning the last page of 2016, I'm reminded of all its gifts, chief among them this favorite guy, and our rowdy and much-loved family. Thank you, friends, for the encouragement you have brought to this year, for your own inspiring books and blog posts, and for the hospitality of a warm welcome into your life -- and… Continue reading December Musings — 2016
4988 -- Warm zucchini bread smelling like a cinnamon candle 4989 -- Church supper to celebrate our new pastor and our family connection 4990 -- Clanging of wind chime in the chill autumn breeze On the Monday before Thanksgiving Day, I recorded gift number 5,000 in my gratitude journal -- confirmed evidence of God's goodness… Continue reading November Musings — 2016
The Romantic Rationalist -- edited by John Piper and David Mathis: A Book Review Even though he died over fifty years ago; Even though he was an atheist during his early adult life; Even though, as a confirmed Anglican churchman, he never jumped onto the evangelical bandwagon, C.S. Lewis's popularity as an author is greater… Continue reading The Head and Heart Behind Narnia
Breathing Room by Leeana Tankersley: A Book Review Generally speaking, for most of us, it's not the catastrophes that wear us down. It's the frictional grind of too many little things: cars that fail to start, toddlers with a missing shoe, teens with missing respect, too much month and too little paycheck. Standing under a… Continue reading It’s Time to Exhale
I first met C.S.Lewis in the back seat of a 1970's era hatch back careening non-stop from Maine to Georgia. Like the young man who owned the car, I was on my way to college. Unlike the driver, I was not interested in the young lady in the passenger's seat. Since the driver's boxed set of Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia was piled… Continue reading “This Is Not THAT Kind of Biography”
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