C.S. Lewis is an artist, in my opinion. He definitely has a way with words that I am quite jealous of. Anytime someone is suffering in a way that cannot be consoled, it is hard. You long to be able to help that person, but unfortunately the heart has to go through a process, and sometimes people cannot really do anything to further that process along or make it happen quicker. Most times, the only thing of real value we can do for someone is pray for them.
Well, in A Grief Observed it is obvious he is experienceing pain like he's never experienced before. I think it was really brave of him to write down all the questions he had. It's hard having questions and no answers. And maybe it's even harder fessing up to some of the questions we have. I heard it said around the classroom multiple times about maybe some of the questions he had being heinous. Part of me wants to say that it is completely wrong to question God in any way, shape, or form. After all, the only reason we are here is because God was gracious enough to create us. Another part of me, however, says that we should be able to question God. After all, He did create us and put us on this earth. So, I think I wrestle with the guilt I feel after questioning God and also with just wanting some of my questions answered. I don't really know what I'm trying to say.
I feel like this blog has become something that I just use to get all of my ramblings out. Like the words I'm typing aren't actually making any real sense. But I guess technically, anything written down, whether coherently or incoherently, is literature, right? It may not be good literature, but it's literature none the less. That is the whole point of this class. To dialogue with literature.
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