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On the cover of most recent editions of books by C.S. Lewis there is a review by Harper’s that reads, “The point about reading C.S. Lewis is that he makes you sure, whatever you believe, that religion accepted or rejected means something extremely serious, demanding the entire energy of the mind.” I believe that this review exemplifies the works of C.S. Lewis as well as the direction my approach to religion (and other important matters) has, and Lewis is largely responsible for it.
<>My first encounter with C.S. Lewis was in the Fourth Grade when a classmate of mine had managed to read the all of the Chronicles of Narnia in one sitting. I was thoroughly impressed with this feat, not only because of the ability to sit and read for hours, but also because of what I believed to be the difficulty of the series. C.S. Lewis was spoken of with a reverence by the adults around me reserved for the likes of St. Paul or Abraham Lincoln; and I believed, as only a Fourth Grader could, that this Mr. Lewis must have been a great man indeed; and, of course, great men were not within the reach of such a child as me. It was years later before I finally read the Chronicles of Narnia myself, and by then I was thoroughly convinced of the error of this the juvenile assumption about C.S. Lewis’ difficulty-but not because he was unworthy of the reverence I indeed saw in the adults around me.
<>My first encounter with C.S. Lewis was in the Fourth Grade when a classmate of mine had managed to read the all of the Chronicles of Narnia in one sitting. I was thoroughly impressed with this feat, not only because of the ability to sit and read for hours, but also because of what I believed to be the difficulty of the series. C.S. Lewis was spoken of with a reverence by the adults around me reserved for the likes of St. Paul or Abraham Lincoln; and I believed, as only a Fourth Grader could, that this Mr. Lewis must have been a great man indeed; and, of course, great men were not within the reach of such a child as me. It was years later before I finally read the Chronicles of Narnia myself, and by then I was thoroughly convinced of the error of this the juvenile assumption about C.S. Lewis’ difficulty-but not because he was unworthy of the reverence I indeed saw in the adults around me.