I’m not saying this to be morbid or dark. This is not an elegy (though I reserve the right to be elegiac). These are not meditations on physical, eternal death. These are reflections on the conceptual deaths that bring forth resurrection.
The chapter titled “Christian Marriage” in Mere Christianity has probably been the most influential chapter on my life of any book I have ever read. It has shaped my attitude towards friendships. Towards politics. But perhaps most notable, it has changed my attitude towards passions. In it, C.S. Lewis writes,
The sort of thrill a boy has at the first idea of flying will not go on when he has joined the R.A.F. and is really learning to fly. The thrill you feel on first seeing some delightful place dies away when you really go to live there. Does this mean it would be better not to learn to fly and not to live in the beautiful place? By no means. In both cases, if you go through with it, the dying away of the first thrill will be compensated for by a quieter and more lasting kind of interest.
Travails lead to birth and rebirth, death leads to resurrection. 2nd Timothy 2:11 says, “If we have died with Christ, we also will live with him.”
After waiting around for something like 10,000 days, I finally turned thirty this year. And today it more true in my life than ever: passions and interests die away and make way for new ones. This blog is my avenue for exploring that.