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.
I 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.