Confessions of St Augustine, a passionate, deeply honest autobiographical account of Augustine journey toward faith, has been a source of spiritual guidance and intellectual nourishment for millions of people throughout the centuries.
At an earlier time in my life, I attempted to read “The Confessions of St. Augustine” but found myself struggling in over my head. Now, many years later, I have finally pushed my way through those waters. Naturally, it may seem presumptuous for a person like myself to critique what is largely considered a masterpiece composed by one of the greatest minds and hearts of early Christianity, but consider me a fool and allow me to say my piece. Apart from a few sublime spiritual insights and sincere self-revelations, the reader may well find the work to be monotonous, confusing, highly intellectual, and exaggeratedly negative in some areas. After all, this is the work of a young convert who had lived a life of hedonism mixed with philosophy for a good number of years. Was the book worth the effort? Yes. Would I recommend it? That depends. I would certainly recommend parts of it to any reader, but the book as a whole needs a more mature and intellectually gifted mind than most of us possess to be fully appreciated.
This is a read to take on when you are willing to sit down and think with Augustine as he works his way through not only his life, but also issues surrounding his faith. No easy read here. What I found most interesting was the way that he developed his arguments. He would work through the angles, circle around them and come back at the next level until he had gone as far as his skill and knowledge could carry him. Those guys THOUGHT about things. And not just for soundbite replies. If nothing else sticks that difference between then and now will.