Skip to main content

First Summer Book Review: The Pilgrim's Regress


My first book read for the summer from C.S. Lewis is "The Pilgrim's Regress." ............ (Dots represent my screaming!)

  Many chapters I had to make myself go back and read over and over again.  I read a chapter to my husband and he got it easily.  But then this book is the first book after C.S. Lewis conversion to Christ after quite the intellectual journey for him.  A similar path that my husband took in his early 20's.  

C.S. Lewis states, "I  now realise, for the obscurity.  On the intellectual side my own progress had been from 'popular realism' to Philosophical Idealism; from Idealism to Pantheism; from Pantheism to Theism; and from Theism to Christianity.  I still think this a very natural road, but I now know that it is a road very rarely trodden."

Did I get any sympathy from him or did he rescue me?  HA  No, he told me how the chapters are divided up into thoughts, philosophies and ways of thinking and I need to look each of those up and understand the thinking before I read the chapter.  

Thankfully for me, on the top of each page was a small sentence or word describing what was happening.  Some examples: Hell as a tourniquet; human choice; tough-mindedness revealed as a form of pride; as virtue increases so does the temptation to Pride and many others.

I have to admit that I didn't read it as thoroughly as I should have but wanted to finish it and get a basic "walk through" of the book which I did.  Success!!!!!

I will read it again.   But not this summer.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Starting a Journey

September 3, 2010 Originally posted How to Begin a Journey 1. Pick a destination or simply start. 2. Plan a detailed itinerary or just take the first step. 3. Pack everything or travel lightly. I am choosing to just begin. To leave behind the baggage, pick up a day pack, and go. Several nights before we moved to Ogallala, I was praying about the transition when I heard that still, small voice of God. In that moment, I knew He heard my Heart's Cry. He hears every whispered plea, every unspoken longing. If I truly sit with that truth, it humbles me. What courage, boldness, passion, and decisiveness I have when I remember: He never leaves or forsakes me. He provides for my every need according to His riches in glory. My hope is to encourage you He hears your Heart's Cry too.
2 comments
Read more

1940 Canned Apple Butter: Family Root Cellar

I loved exploration as a child.  From opening the door and going down the stairs to get something from my Grandma's root cellar or exploring old homesteads while checking cows.  I credit my Mom with teaching us to appreciate those things that represented the people who had gone before us. When I moved with my husband and boys to a house on the family ranch-I began exploring immediately.  This was the house my Aunt and Uncle lived in during my childhood.  My Grandparents had lived there and many other families dating back to 1900 when it was built.   With two little boys in tow, I made my way to the root cellar and found a treasure cove.  Old text books belonging to the original family who had been a teacher, the original medicine cupboard, tools, trash and memorabilia.   I felt like an archeologist sifting through layers of debris representing generations and culture.  And I was.  I hauled truckloads of trash to the dump (some...
4 comments
Read more

Diabetes-Opened to Disease OR Open to Connecting to my Strengths

I've tried living in denial for two years after the big D diagnoses was handed over.  Honestly, I just don't want to talk about it.  Outwardly seemly calm and disconnected from it.  Inwardly terrified. As a plant that is stressed is open to disease, injury and death so to our bodies are.  I opened myself up to this.  Stress, lack of sleep, bad nutrition, overweight and lack of exercise.  For some reason I believed that if I ran fast enough and worked hard enough, I would outrun my family genes.  The tiny room in the back of my brain locked with a key has kept the fear of this disease at bay even though I could hear its screaming when life quieted down. My Aunt died piece by piece to this disease.  First a heart attack and quadruple by-pass.  Then a toe.  Next a foot.  Legs came next along with more heart attacks.  Kidneys shutting down.  She died very young. When I was little, my Aunt Ally gave herself s...
4 comments
Read more