Well, many moons after I intended to return to this blog, I am finally back at it. This is a difficult to pick back up. My workload is no lighter than it was before, and my studies here had previously been so detailed and specific that, frankly, it is no mean thing to figure out how I’m supposed to get up to speed and continue from where I left off.
Perhaps the decision to keep blogging here is mostly bravado, but I will dare it. My workload was just today doubled again after having already been more than was practical. I suppose this is my stubborn streak. I feel that Lewis is important not only in his own right but as an influence desperately needed in a Christian church that is rapidly spiraling down into further absurdity, becoming in many cases the stereotype the world has tried to make of it. There is so much to learn, so much that we, as a body of believers, have forgotten about what it means to be thinking Christians that we all must make a start somewhere.
I may not be able to do much–even a post a week will be difficult–and no one may read it, but I will do what I can, by the Lion’s mane! I claim to be a “teacher,” an “associate professor of history.” But I will sit at the feet of Lewis, a far greater teacher than I, and I will learn what I may from him. If I can pass along a crumb of what he received from the Teacher, then I think my effort will be justified.
And now a gallop. The ground between the two armies grew less every moment. Faster, faster. All swords out now, all shields up to the nose, all prayers said, all teeth clenched. Shasta was dreadfully frightened, but it suddenly came into his head “if you funk this, you’ll funk every battle all your life. Now or never.”
–Shasta in The Horse and His Boy
Mere Lewis 