<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344498</id><updated>2011-12-03T00:37:00.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Great Sculptor's Shop</title><subtitle type='html'>From September 2005 - January 2006 I have the privilege of studying the works of C.S. Lewis under Dr. Sharon Bridwell. Here are some of my thoughts from throughout the class.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710205214445516005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/lady_aravis/expectant.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344498.post-113764773349881970</id><published>2006-01-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:15:33.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GD - Ghosts on Vanity</title><content type='html'>This is a bit of a different post -- it's a creative writing assignment where we had to write a conversation between a "ghost" and a "solid" (a la the styel of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/span&gt;) and submit it. For your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As the ghost steppe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;d painfully across the grass, she made an odd, scratching sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;that I finally realized she meant as a laugh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;“I say,” she said, addressing no one in particular, “This would help exfoliate my feet.” Before s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;he could speak again, a solid came rapidly towards her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Christine?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Emily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;How did you get all shiny like that? Are you using some new sort of moisturizer?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;d took a step back, dropping her arms and realizing that the ghost had no desire to embrace, but only to look over her physical appearan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ce.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“And where on earth did you find that lovely gown? I’ve been looking for something new for &lt;i style=""&gt;ages&lt;/i&gt;!” the ghost gus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;hed, but her words hung thinly in the air. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I didn’t find it on earth,” answered the solid softly, her shining robe glittering in the soft bree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;ze. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, of course not. Silly me. Now that we’re all &lt;i style=""&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;, in this dreadful place, I’m sure it must be hard t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.west-coast-beauty.com/unjimages/opi/opiclassicnaillip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.west-coast-beauty.com/unjimages/opi/opiclassicnaillip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;o find anything that isn’t scratchy or pokey or—well, you know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I don’t, actually,” murmured the solid, her voice silky smooth against the prattle of the ghost. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Well it’s not like it’s much better down &lt;i style=""&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. Have you ever been? No? Well, I suppose you wouldn’t know what it’s like where it’s so dry and my hair frizzes so and it’s awfully hard to find new clothes. I just want to look pretty all the time and it’s so hard when it’s always grey and you can never find a mirror when you need one! How do you keep your skin so fresh, Emmy dear?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don’t, He does,” answered the Solid. “Don’t you see, Christine?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“See what?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Whatever you do to make yourself beautiful down there doesn’t matter?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Whatever do you mean? I found this lovely new powder just last week, and I think it does add a little glow to skin, don’t you?” She tried to flash a smile and then look coy, but only succeeded in looking very silly, like a little girl who is wearing clothes much too big for her. “Come on now, tell me your secret! What have you been using on your face?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not what I’ve been using on my face, it’s what’s inside me. It’s all bursting out.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“A new type of diet? All vegetables? I do admit I’ve been eating too many sweets lately, but I’ve been wearing mostly black to camouflage it.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Not a diet. More like—like a new heart.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Surgery? Now Emily, you know as well as I that I’ve had everything tucked and smoothed that the doctor’s could do—in fact, I came to this place while I was getting my eyes done.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“It’s a very different sort of surgery, if you even want to call it that. If you come with me, Christine, you can become more beautiful than you can imagine.” The solid held out her hands entreatingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, well now! How should I go about that?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll have to take off all your powders and fancy clothes and allow someone else to take your place.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;At this, the ghost again let out her cackling laugh. “Deprive the world of my beauty? Oh Em. I’ve worked for years to look this good.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“But He is more beautiful than anything you have ever seen. He gives us His beauty!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“He? You must have forgotten everything I taught you when we were girls. Never trust a man who tries to advise you about fashion. They never seem to get it quite right.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What you taught me isn’t important now. Don’t you want to come where beauty never fades?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“I just don’t trust a man. Thanks anyway, love. Good to see you again! I better be getting back to the bus. I have an appointment at the hair salon soon. G’bye!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The ghost turned back to the bus, her fading, painful attempt at beauty so overwhelmed by the glory around her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344498-113764773349881970?l=worksoflewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/feeds/113764773349881970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344498&amp;postID=113764773349881970' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113764773349881970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113764773349881970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/2006/01/gd-ghosts-on-vanity.html' title='GD - Ghosts on Vanity'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710205214445516005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/lady_aravis/expectant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344498.post-113246007270016768</id><published>2005-11-19T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:14:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SL - "Feel Good" Evangelism</title><content type='html'>Joel Osteen, the pastor of a church that averages 30,000 attendees every Sunday, avoids questions about controversial theology, instead telling people that God simply wants Christians to “live [their] lives happy.” (Beliefnet.com) This feel-good evangelism might create many “converts,” however, it robs these “converts” of a true know&lt;a href="http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/images/I29791-2004May15"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/images/I29791-2004May15" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ledge and understanding of God, to the point that they might not even understand how God saves them from sin. C.S. Lewis said “theology is like a map,” (136) and although it does not have the same charm and beauty as the real place it represents, without that map someone could not understand a place as well as he could with a map. In some cases, a person needs a map so that he can even understand where he stands. The Westminster Catechism reminds Christians that the chief end of man “is to glorify God and to enjoy Him forever.” However, if a Christian has no understanding of God’s Holiness and his own sin, he cannot glorify God to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many pastors today avoid preaching on topics like sin and hell, because they desire for people to remain comfortable and feel happy. The problem comes when someone sees himself as fairly good, and sees God as only a great “grandfather in heaven,” (Surprised by Joy) whom can they can pray to whenever they need anything. A Christian who, instead, understands the depth of his own sin and stands utterly amazed at God’s grace, can further glorify God through that understanding of theology. If he recognizes his own sin, God becomes greater, and he becomes appropriately smaller. Without theology, Christians can develop a distorted view of God and themselves, which will ultimately dilute the depths of relationship they could have with God through Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344498-113246007270016768?l=worksoflewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/feeds/113246007270016768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344498&amp;postID=113246007270016768' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113246007270016768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113246007270016768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/2005/11/sl-feel-good-evangelism.html' title='SL - &quot;Feel Good&quot; Evangelism'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710205214445516005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/lady_aravis/expectant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344498.post-113047971460126893</id><published>2005-10-27T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:19:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ - Friendship and Segregation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As C.S. Lewis discusses one of his childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; friends, Arthur, in &lt;i style=""&gt;Surprised by Joy, &lt;/i&gt;his quick observation on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; friendship points the reader back to biblical truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and also helps show some of the folly i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n our largely “age segregated” culture. Although Lewis’s friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“began from an identity or taste on a particular point, [he and Arthur] were sufficiently different to help each other.” (pg. 122) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;i style=""&gt;The Four Loves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;also by Lewis, he asserts that “friendship must be abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut something,” (p. 66) and his friendship with Arthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r initially based itself on their love of Norse mythology. However, because Lewis sees friendship as a side-by-si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; friendship cannot revolve around the thing th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at initially drew the friends together, but must “fight [together], read [together], [and] argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; [together.]” (&lt;i style=""&gt;The&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Four Loves, &lt;/i&gt;pg. 71) In this way, the friends can help each other onward in life. Arthur helpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d show Lewis how to function in more chaot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ic home life, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; taught him how to love the countryside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Bible spells out this principle of friends helpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng each other in two ways: through proverbs and wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h many examples. In Proverbs, Solomon spoke of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; how friends spur each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on, “as iron sharpens iron.” (Proverbs 27:17) Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Proverbs tell people to consult “a multitude of counselors” (Proverbs 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: 14) because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; presumably these counselors will have differing life experiences and therefore differing knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to help the friend make decisions. One example of friends helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; each other comes in 1 Samuel when David, a young shepherd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; boy, and Jonathan, the prince of the land, become close friends. Jonathan’s fathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r begins to hate David, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; because of Jonathan’s insights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; into his father’s character, he helps David wisely avoid the wrath of the king. History and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; hold many other examples of friendships helping both friends as they work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; towards a common goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In our society today, people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; have placed a growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; emphasis on segregating groups by age. While this can help the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; participants, it can also cut them off from valuab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le friendships where someone “sufficiently different” could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; help them. For many years, schools operated with different grades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in one room. Because of this, older children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; could help younger ones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and friendships could develop across age lines. Today, every school is divided strictly into grades, separating students from nearly everyone not the same age. Some might say “oh well, in other parts of life they can meet other people,” but this often does not occur. In many churches, they have begun separating children into age group classes for the entirety of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.goodshepherd.nb.ca/SundaySchool/Kids-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.goodshepherd.nb.ca/SundaySchool/Kids-2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;church, not allowing them to worship with the “adults” at all. Some churches go so far as to segregate the small groups, so that single adults only meet with single adults, married couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; only meet with married couples, youth only meet with youth. While this can benefit the participants because sometimes they can discuss topics which might not apply to the other groups, it can also create a wall around each group, giving each division little or no organized ways to fellowship, worship, or serve together with the others. Of course, anyone can work to befriend anyone else, but it becomes more difficult when the church offers them no opportunities. In this way, a youth can miss many of the “sufficiently different” singles or married couples who might offer great insight into their lives and help them, and vice versa. “Friendship (as the ancients saw) can be a school of virtue” (&lt;i style=""&gt;The Four Loves, &lt;/i&gt;page 73) but in our society we must work to cultivate friendships all types of people, not just those in our peer group.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; 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While, on one hand, I understand that Christ had given up His heavenly glory to come and become a man, I subconsciously figured that the actual birth and life as a human could not be too terrible--after all, that's what I am! I did not realize how thoroughly this idea had pervaded my thinking until Lewis' words showed me, in some small way, the degree that Christ humbled Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.consult-eco.ndirect.co.uk/lrc/graphics/limax%20flavus%20slug%20sjmcw%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.consult-eco.ndirect.co.uk/lrc/graphics/limax%20flavus%20slug%20sjmcw%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever I think of slugs, I always think of these huge pots we used to have in our front yard. Slugs would climb up the pot and would eat at whatever flowers Mom had planted in the pot. In an effort to dissuade them, we set out jelly roll pans full of salted beer. (I guess beer attracts the slugs, and then the salt kills them.) Slugs are disgusting, slimey, and pretty dumb, since they would jump into those pans and essentially kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fathom loving a slug. Slugs destroyed what Mom had created. I cannot fathom becoming a slug. Slugs were nasty. And yet, we committed a sin infinitely more heinous than eating flowers when we sinned against a holy God. Let us never forget the amazing sacrifice Christ made by "[becoming] flesh and [dwelling] among us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depth of mercy -- can there be?&lt;br /&gt;Mercy still reserved for me?&lt;br /&gt;God, the Just, His wrath forebears&lt;br /&gt;Me, the chief of sinners, spares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Charles Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344498-113040545309853120?l=worksoflewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/feeds/113040545309853120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344498&amp;postID=113040545309853120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113040545309853120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113040545309853120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/2005/10/mc-degradation-of-incarnation.html' title='MC - The Degradation of the Incarnation'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710205214445516005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/lady_aravis/expectant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18344498.post-113039447195572136</id><published>2005-10-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:06:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome + Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/lewis-cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/lewis-cs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several years, I have taken classes from &lt;a href="http://www.pottersschool.org/"&gt;The Potter's School&lt;/a&gt;, an excellent Christian online school. This year, I am privileged to be taking &lt;a href="http://www.pottersschool.org/tps2005/coursedocs/LewisCourseOfStudy.pdf"&gt;Works of C.S. Lewis &lt;/a&gt;from Dr. Sharon Bridwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the class involves intensive writing assignments, oftentimes there are thoughts or things that I would like to discuss about the books we are reading that simply cannot be discussed in class or in the assignments due to time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to use this blog to publish thoughts on Lewis and his writings, specifically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprised by Joy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060652926/qid=1130396812/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-3647742-4270417?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mere Christianity, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060652934/qid=1130397162/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-3647742-4270417?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060652950/ref=pd_bxgy_text_1/002-3647742-4270417?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books&amp;st=*"&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0156904365/qid=1130397202/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-3647742-4270417?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Till We Have Faces&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;For the purposes of clarity, I will use the the abbreviations SJ, MC, SL, GD, and TWHF in the subject lines of my posts to show which book inspired the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The title "In the Great Sculptor's Schop" came from a quote in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mere Christianity. &lt;/span&gt;Lewis says  &lt;blockquote&gt;"And that is precisely what Christianity is about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This world is a great sculptor's shop&lt;/span&gt;. We are the statues and there is a rumour [sic] going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18344498-113039447195572136?l=worksoflewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/feeds/113039447195572136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18344498&amp;postID=113039447195572136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113039447195572136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18344498/posts/default/113039447195572136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worksoflewis.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-purpose.html' title='Welcome + Purpose'/><author><name>Jenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710205214445516005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/lady_aravis/expectant.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
