The Apostle Paul exhorted the Corinthians: “Knowledge makes arrogant, but love edifies” (1 Corinthians 8:1). I’ve been challenged intellectually and theologically lately as I sit at the feet of C.S. Lewis, and his essays in The Weight of Glory. However, there is always the temptation, when reading someone of his intellect, to revel in newly attained knowledge. Lewis anticipates the impulse of our souls:

“The intellectual life is not the only road to God, nor the safest, but we find it to be a road, and it may be the appointed road for us. Of course, it will be so only as we keep the impulse pure and disinterested. That is the great difficulty. As the author of the Theologica Germanica says, we may come to love knowledge – our knowing – more than the thing known: to delight not in the exercise of our talents but in the fact that they are ours, or even in the reputation they bring us. Every success in the scholar’s life increases this danger. If it becomes irresistible, he must give up his scholarly work. The time for plucking out the right eye has arrived” (p. 57).