Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo has never been much of one for what one might call signs or omens, but nonetheless, in recent years I have developed a delight in, well, paying more attention to themes and patterns of what wanders across my line of sight and acting accordingly.

To wit, last evening I was mulling over my Lenten reading and feeling, frankly, a certain dissatisfaction with where I have gone with it so far.  I mentioned yesterday the idea of reading for reinforcement, but was beginning to be troubled at the idea that I seem to be using the same stones over and over again.

And damme if this morning by a coincidence I didn’t happen to read a short piece by C.S. Lewis in which he noted a) that sometimes the best works to encourage devotion are actually works about doctrine and b) that it’s a shame modern readers are so often afraid to go back to original source material.  Lewis was making these remarks in the introduction to a 1944 translation of St. Athanasius’ On the Incarnation.

Well, I can take a hint as well as the next fellah, so I immediately scurried over to the devil’s website and purchased a copy.

I’ve certainly never read any of Athanasius’ writings, but I’ve known him for some time as the great 4th Century champion of orthodoxy from Alexandria, tirelessly warring against the Arian Heresy and repeatedly getting himself exiled by irritated Roman Emperors.  It occurs to me that his Incarnation, which focuses on the identity of Christ, very nicely dovetails with the other books I’ve been reading which refute what Lewis calls the Christianity-and-water view that Jesus was just some nice, smart, cuddly guy.

I look forward to meeting him.