I’ve just finished reading “Surprised by Joy” by C.S. Lewis, in which Lewis gives an account of his drifting away from and subsequent return to Christianity. Out of the whole book, the one part that most jumps out at me is this incredible picture he paints for us. Let me give some background…
Lewis had drifted from Christianity to atheism over a long period of time where he ‘learned’ God out of existence, so to speak. In encountering a range of people and writers over the next few years of his life, he gradually and painfully came back to theism, but refused to believe in the relational God of christianity, preferring to call God “Absolute” – a sort of over-arching creative force, but not a person you could meet or relate to. To be able to relate to God in a personal way was to Lewis like saying that Shakespeare and Hamlet could meet. Impossible.
And here’s where the beauty steps in. Lewis realises over time that Shakespeare and Hamlet could meet. But only if Shakespeare wrote himself into the story, and he would have to take the initiative himself, because Hamlet can’t do it. And by writing himself into OUR story through the incarnation, God shows his desire to relate to us.
Isn’t that just freaking beautiful?