Blue Like Jazz

I finally borrowed a copy of Blue Like Jazz. I have wanted to read it for awhile but had not gotten my hands on it. And, to be honest, I don't like to do things when everyone else is doing them. I like to be a little quietly rebellious. (Like not loving Forrest Gump or Chariots of Fire or spelling our daughter's name the Welsh way.)

I have to say though, I am loving it. I am going to have to buy a copy of this for my own self. I might even have to underline in it.

I am going to be chewing on it for awhile, but for now I will leave you with this poem from the book. The poem is written by C.S. Lewis.

All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through;
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, reassurance, pleasure are the goals I seek.

I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin;
I talk of love--a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

Ouch. And amen.

1 comment:

Monaca said...

Wow... what a humbling poem. Thanks for sharing it. I am glad you are reading this book, now you can keep posting things that make me realize how far I have left to go (which is a good thing for me to be reminded of).