Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Wednesday

In starting this whole blog thing I've actually done a little bit of research into how people maintain these things and continue coming up with content that someone, somewhere might actually want to read.  Let's face it not everyday is filled with exciting events that provide endless writing options.  Some days you get snowed in drink coffee, play board games, listen to The Screwtape Letters, watch Netflix and throw boiling water outside to watch it turn into snow.  While all of that makes for a lovely day for me, its probably not that exciting for whoever is out there reading this thing.  Hence the research.  It has come to my attention that the most common fall back for Blog content is.   .   . bum bum bum THEME DAYS!!!


Basically you look at the day of the week you're on and find an alliteration that makes sense and roll with it.  I LOVE ALLITERATIONS!!!  I actually helped plan an event the was called something like The Sensational, Scrabbled ,Singles, Stir-fry, Sing-a-long Soiree.   .   . there may be an S or two missing.


Well today is Wednesday which means we are working with "W",  what to do? What to do? Which "W" word will we do? Will it be wacky, or winsome, witty or wise?  Definitely not  wordless that shouldn't be a surprise.  .   . Oh wait now I'm rhyming that's doesn't start with "W," but maybe since I'm writing anyway "Writer Wednesday" will do.


Ok now that we have a them comes time to define what Writer Wednesday means.  In this Blog I think I will use it to highlight one of my favorite authors.  Since I already mentioned The Screwtape Letters the obvious choice is C.S. Lewis.  Lewis has long been one of my favorite authors.  The Chronicles of Narnia are easily some of the most delightful books I've ever read.  The Screwtape Letters (especially the audio version read by John Cleese) is extraordinarily thought provoking.  I have also over the past couple of years come into contact with his Space Trilogy and loved it especially Out of the Silent Planet.


The best way I can think of to highlight a writer is to post some of their writing  So here are some of my favorite C.S. Lewis quotes.  I hope you enjoy them too!


“Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."”  


“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” 


“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”  


“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”  


“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”  


“No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.”


“A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.”


“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”    


“The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career. ”  


“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”  


“It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?"
"But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan.
"Are -are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund.
"I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
  


“A silly idea is current that good people do not know what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is... A man who gives in to temptation after five minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in.”


“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”  


“In friendship...we think we have chosen our peers. In reality a few years' difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another...the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting--any of these chances might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances. A secret master of ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you," can truly say to every group of Christian friends, "Ye have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another." The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others.”  


“Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one--the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts,...Your affectionate uncle, Screwtape.”


“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”


“Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I am dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promise," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.”



And there are so many more that I could post!!!  If you're still snowed in today go ahead and listen to The Screwtape Letters here's the link The Screwtape Letters read by John Cleese


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