Drifted Off:

Whoever has seen me has seen the Father

(Jesus, John 14)

 Okay, I drifted off for a while. I’ve been knee-deep in D.B. Hart. It all started some time ago when a student working towards his PhD thesis, abandoned his master’s thesis argument for a “passibilists” understanding of God, for the opposite vision called “impassibility”. His change of view took me by surprise. I learned that D.B. Hart had something to do with it. So I read (eventually) Hart’s The Beauty of the Infinite—a metaphysical (for the most part) journey into the beauty and wonder of our Triune God. Last semester, a student had me reading Atheist Delusions by Hart. That lead into Hart’s The Story of Christianity; and now, my actual theologian buddy has me reading and discussing with him Hart’s latest: That All Shall Be Saved. Which parlayed me into his remarkable New Testament Translation. Thus, I find myself Harted out. “Uncle”—I’ve had enough. It’s not easy pretending to be an academic.

So it’s back to the familiar: Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. A Lewis fan asked if I would read through it with him chapter by chapter. So we meet most every Tuesday morning at Inklings to discuss. It’s great. Here’s a TWHF quote for the day:

I, King, have dealt with the gods for three generations of men, and I know that they dazzle our eyes and flow in and out of one another like eddies on a river, and nothing that is said clearly can be said truly about them. (p. 50)

Why do I like that sentence?