What a week I've had! What began with only a vague awareness of a literary work, soon gave way to a rush of influence by the C.S. Lewis masterpiece, The Screwtape Letters.
I had heard of this book. I understood what it claimed to be. In fact, I had purchased a copy of this book as a gift for my son-in-law for Christmas; not because I had thought it to be the perfect gift, but at the suggestion of my daughter on her husband's behalf.
A few weeks after Christmas I received an email from a friend inviting my husband and I to attend a theatrical performance of, what else? The Screwtape Letters. Being distracted by life, I failed to respond to the invitation and even forgot to tell my husband about it.
Together each evening, Brian and I would gather for study of The Screwtape Letters. I read the challenging text aloud, hoping that Brian was able to understand at least some of what I was fumbling through. It is the type of book that shouldn't be rushed through in a week. It requires time to reflect, to ponder,to decipher, to chew on the intensity and the subtlety. It is also the kind of book that begs for certain passages to be underlined and highlighted, with notetaking in the margins so amazing parts can be revisited, reevaluated, and re-appreciated.
None of which was possible for us while cramming on an iPad.
That said, we did get a lot out of our reading. Our regret was that in our truncated study, our ultimate results were certainly truncated too.
I have since thought a lot about The Screwtape Letters. I recognize it to be full of profound truths, with Mr. Lewis being directly inspired. I liken it to sneaking a peek at the opposing team's playbook. If we can understand their game plan, with all of their strategies and scheming, we are certainly better equipped to construct an effective offense, while fortifying our team's defense. They play dirty. They intend to win. Our eternities are at stake, but we have God on our side. Sorry, Screwtape.
Imagine my delight on opening my valentine gift and finding a hard copy of The Screwtape Letters. My husband knows me so well. He knows that I couldn't wait to get my hands on a copy that I could reread slowly and deliberately and make my own, with any amount of notations and scribbles. It will become a treasure, for sure.
I feel like someone has been trying to get my attention to become familiar this book. And it took nearly being beaten on the head with it in order to wake me up. If your curiosity is piqued even just a little, I would encourage you to have a go at it. It may not be the easiest book you ever read, but I guarantee it will be one of the most eye-opening.