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Lewis willfully ignores Scripture; reads like an agnostic’s grief memoir
Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on December 27, 2020
I’ve previously enjoyed all of C.S. Lewis’ other writings. I’d hoped this book would be a comfort to me when I lost my grandfather. This book borders on heresy, unfortunately, and I don’t say that lightly. I would be ashamed of my husband if he wrote a book like this on my death. Lewis refuses Scripture and looks to his own twisted, grieving mind for logic — like a petulant child, he complains of a Parent who tortures him and hates him, little understanding or willfully ignoring biblical precepts such as Luke 11:11. He confuses the rawness and immediacy of his grief with theological truth. It is a disappointing book from Lewis — this ought to have been a journal he burned, never intended for public consumption. I already know of one acquaintance who began questioning God’s nature after reading this book. It is not a comforting book but don’t confuse that with the book being meaty but painful. This reads like an agnostic grieving and sounds more like the thoughts of my atheist and agnostic friends when grappling with the death of a loved one. I’ve never heard or read a Christian grieve like this. It is disappointing.