Tommy Dixon On Keeping a Notebook

Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook:

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.

C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity:

Here is another thing that used to puzzle me. Is it not fright-fully unfair that this new life should be confined to people who have heard of Christ and been able to believe in Him? But the truth is God has not told us what His arrangements about the other people are. We do know that no man can be saved except through Christ; we do not know that only those who know Him can be saved through Him. But in the meantime, if you are worried about the people outside, the most unreasonable thing you can do is to remain outside yourself. Christians are Christ’s body, the organism through which He works. Every addition to that body enables Him to do more. If you want to help those outside you must add your own little cell to the body of Christ who alone can help them.

Finished reading: Escort-in-Chief: Through the Eyes of a Physician by Dr Bundi Karau 📚

So many encouraging things here! Such a good read. I will share excerpts.

Currently reading: The Varieties of Religious Experience by William James 📚

Lecture I: Religion and Neurology:

Bent as we are on studying religion’s existential conditions, we cannot possibly ignore these pathological aspects of the subject. We must describe and name them just as if they occurred in non-religious men. It is true that we instinctively recoil from seeing an object to which our emotions and affections are committed handled by the intellect as any other object is handled. The first thing the intellect does with an object is to class it along with something else. But any object that is infinitely important to us and awakens our devotion feels to us also as if it must be sui generis and unique. Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. “I am no such thing,” it would say; “I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone.”

Finished reading: Emma by Jane Austen 📚

Such a delightful read 💜. I have really loved and admired Mr. Knightley. And I think I have met Austen at just the right time in my life.