Lewis Sighting - The Briefing, 12 Feb 20

Al Mohler spent some time on The Briefing this morning talking about Bibles in hotel rooms, and the irrational and frankly idiotic reaction of the Freedom From Religion Foundation to them. But he agrees (indeed, subtitles the third segment of the program) that the Bible is dangerous, though not in the way that secularists think.

In words that can’t not be an echo of Mr. Beaver’s description of Aslan, Mohler notes that the Bible isn’t a “tame” book:

So here’s something Christians need to understand. The Bible is not an inert book. The Bible is not just any other book. It is not a tame book. Here is why the secularists hate it. It is the living and breathing Word of God. They’re not going to say that, but they fear it because it has power.
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We too believe that the Bible is a dangerous book. It’s very dangerous to unbelief. It is not a tame book. It is indeed the living and active Word of God, described in the book of Hebrews as sharper than any two-edged sword.

Check out the episode here:

Thanks for this. I have been a fan of Al Mohler for many years

This topic brought to mind a sermon by the Metropolitan of Sourozh which I posted in 2016:

"The text below is the beginning of a talk by a Russian Orthodox metropolitan (equivalent of a cardinal) who died in 2003 and is very much venerated in Russia today. He quotes Lewis towards the beginning, and then elaborates on the basis of his own experience. He served as a Russian Orthodox priest in England:

The Gospel

By Metropolitan Anthony of Sourozh

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

It is of the Gospel that I wish to say a few words to you. In countries that are nominally Christian or allegedly Christian it is very difficult for one to recapture the true meaning of the word and of the event of the Gospel. What is the Good News? What is new in it? What is good in it? Those of us who discovered the Gospel as a new life may perhaps feel that more intensely whether we are people of the East or people of the West. What is news? O, something very wonderful and very simple - it is life but only those who were ill can know what it means to be whole, only those who were dead can appreciate what it means to be alive.

In one of his broadcasts in 1943 C.S.Lewis said, “What should happen to those who meet a Christian, a believer? They should stop arrested by what they see and exclaim, “Lo, a statue has come to life!” That is, something that was nothing but stone, beautiful or not, but inert, insensitive, which could not hear or speak, of a sudden has become a living being. Can you imagine what would happen to people if all of us who call ourselves by the name of Christ were such that people encountering us should say, “Look, this is a living being and because I have met him or her I understand now that I don’t know yet what it means to be alive. I am a corpse, I am half dead, there is no life in me, and in these people there is life.”

I would like to single out a few elements of newness also in what one may discover in the Gospel and to do this, I am afraid, I will be a little too personal for the taste of Britain. I was baptized an Orthodox when I was a child but then the first World War came, the revolution came, the bitter and hungry and painful years of emigration. And there was no time for me to receive any kind of religious education so that God did not exist for me. I was not an atheist by conviction (one is not an atheist at the age of 7 and 10, and 12, and 15) but I was an atheist in the truer sense of the word - there was no God in my experience, no God in my life. And therefore there was no ultimate meaning in my life, all the meaning of life could be summed up in the necessity of survival. There was no common roof for my parents and me, there was food when it happened to be there and there was a great deal of violence and hardship around. So that all my vision of life was that of a struggle and all my understanding of people around me was that of a jungle peopled by prospective enemies.

And then one day I happened to read the Gospel. It happened by the act of God as it were because it happened in order for me to discard it. I heard a priest speak to us, boys, in a youth organisation and what he said shocked me, revolted me so much that I decided to check whether what he had said could possibly be true. We were teenagers, preparing to re-conquer Russia sword in hand and here was a man who spoke of Christ and spoke of nothing but meekness, humility, forbearance, turning one cheek when one was hit on the other, giving us an image of what was not manly. I came home determined to make sure and to finish with the Gospel if that was the Gospel and that was Christ. I counted the chapters of the Gospels because as I expected no good from the reading I thought that the shortest would be the best and so I was landed with St. Mark’s Gospel, a Gospel written for young ruffians like me, the youth of pre-Christian Rome.

And then something happened to me which you may interpret either as a hallucination or as a gift of God - between the beginning of the first and the end of the second chapter of his Gospel, of St. Mark’s Gospel, I suddenly became aware with total, absolute certainty that on the other side of the desk the Lord Jesus Christ was standing alive. There was no hallucination of the senses - I heard nothing, saw nothing, smelt nothing, I looked and my certainty remained as total and as totally convincing. And then I thought that if Christ is alive, if I am in his presence, then the man who died on Calvary was truly what is purported him to be, the man who died on Calvary was God come to us as a Savior.

And then I began to read the Gospel with new eyes in a different way. I turned pages simply to read other passages than the one I had read about the beginnings and I landed on a passage that said in St. Matthew’s Gospel that God shines his light upon the good and the evil. And I sat back and I thought, “All my life I’ve been surrounded by people whom I considered as enemies, who to me were like beasts of prey, people of whom I was terrified and whom I wanted to fight, people who had taught me that the only way of survival was to become as hard as nails - and God loves them all. And if I want to be with God I must learn to love them whatever they may do to me because if I reject them I will not be with God, I will not be with Christ who on being crucified said, “Father, forgive, they don’t know what they are doing.” Who said to Judas who had come to betray him, “Friend, why thou hast come hither?” I did not know these examples but that is what I perceived.

And I remember coming out into the street the next morning, going to the suburban train that will bring me to my school and crowds of people to their work and I looked round at all these people moving towards the station that had been so alien, that were to me prospective danger, tormentors, enemies, whom I wanted to ignore and fight if necessary, I looked at them and thought, “God loves them all! O, the wonder! - we are in a world of love. Whatever they may feel about me I know what they may not know themselves”. This was my first experience, this was a moment when I suddenly felt that I was alive and that I had been dead. I had been a corpse among corpses, now I was alive among people who, who knows, perhaps were as alive as I, or, horror of horrors, were corpses that needed to come to life. And with the foolishness of a boy of 14-15, pressed in these carriages of the suburban train I turned to my neighbor and said, “Have you ever read the Gospel?” He looked at me condescendingly, smiled and said, ‘Now, why should I?” And then I told him what I had just discovered. He probably thought I was mad. And I was and I am still and I hope that this madness will never leave me because from that moment onward I felt there was no point in life except in whatever way of life, in whatever walk of life you are to proclaim the Gospel, to proclaim this miracle that the Gospel is a power of life, that Christ can give us life. And by contrast that as long as we are not possessed of the life which Christ can give we are dead, whatever we imagine.


“Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. Love will last forever.” (1 Corinthians 13: 4-8)

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