I have lent out or given away many copies of CS Lewis's The Weight Of Glory over the years, and thus have not reread it for some time. "The Inner Ring," "Transposition," and the title essay have rung in my head for decades now. "Why I am Not A Pacifist" was one of the most powerful single reading experiences I have ever had. When I started the essay, I was a pacifist, and was quite certain that God and the scriptures demanded this POV. When I finished the essay a few minutes later, I knew that belief was in ruins forever.
I just finished it, but will have to go straight back and start again. I seem to have lost flexibility, or tolerance, or kindness over the years. I read each essay and kept thinking how Other People really needed to hear this part or that - liberals, fundamentalists, mainstream denominations, young men - group after group of people who are Not I.
That can't be healthy. I must read it again with attention to how it applies to me.