The Beginning

Books inspire me. Not all books. Good books. Well, not all good books either. Uniquely good books that strike a vein carrying a flavor of off-beat, turn-your-world-upside down blood that runs through a few of my veins, on occassion.

I named this blog after one of these books, Till We Have Faces, by C. S. Lewis. It's a book you do a lot of treading in, head-scratching, almost quitting, and, in the end, crying over. It's quite a novel. The story-teller and protagonist is named Orual, and she's looking, looking, looking for true love, or rather, an ability for herself to be able to love truly. In the end, she discovers her ugliness and embraces an agape-sque love. Really remarkable.

We all need to vent, to our best friends or spouses or unfortunate baristas caught up in the morning rush of coffee and scones. We all need to challenge what we think of as love, what our families think of love, what our country thinks of love, what our world thinks of love.

This is an unashamed Jesus-follower blog. I'm trying desperately to find him in this world, and find how his Truth fits into 21st-century Earth (or rather, how Earth fits into his Truth?). I want to air my dirty laundry thoughts, my questions, and hear yours, if you've got any. I learn best through talking "it" out and having my conviction or idea challenged. Challenge or commiserate away. Here we go!