In my last post I highlighted C.S. Lewisâ€™s take on what it means to approach the Bible humbly: namely, we should first ask honestly and with an open mind,Â What sort of bookÂ has God actually given us andÂ howÂ has He given it? When we do that, we find that God has given us a Book not at all like what we might have expected if we had formulated a doctrine of ScriptureÂ a priori. Instead He has given us something else entirely, something far more extraordinary:
The same divine humility which decreed that God should become a baby at a peasant-womanâ€™s breast, and later an arrested field-preacher in the hands of the Roman police, decreed also that He should be preached in a vulgar, prosaic and unliterary language. If you can stomach the one, you can stomach the other. The Incarnation is in that sense an irreverent doctrine: Christianity, in that sense, an incurably irreverent religion. When we expect that it should have come before the World in all the beauty that we now feel in the Authorised Version we are as wide of the mark as the Jews were in expecting that the Messiah would come as a great earthly King. The real sanctity, the real beauty and sublimity of the New Testament (as of Christâ€™s life) are of a different sort: miles deeper orÂ further in.