So, Mr. Corrigan and I have been chatting a bit, and it's interesting how some points slip by when one's head is full of glorious visions, the blood flowing at the thought of storming the gates of ancient cities. So, a word on living metaphors:
I, in certain moments, speak a certain way. And sometimes I think I'm successful in rousing certain emotions in certain people. Now, this is all well and good, and it is my position that the blood gets roused by certain visions because of the virtue of the vision (and not so much my merit... this is in fact important, as I'll get to later.)
Mr. Corrigan recently posted about the Governor General's Award, and how a very virtuous society gave theirs back. So, let's talk about that.
So far I've heard some fairly ringing words about marching forth with Johnson to some wondrous conquest. Thank-you, the sentiment is lovely. But, people, have you taken a look ahead to see where I'm going? Follow me, fine, but you do so at your peril because in me you'll find a rather fallible fellow, a very fallible fellow. Further, if you base anything on a single personality then your attachment lasts only so long. Shoot higher, folks. Do you dare follow the Christ, for example? Because all of the glory of the history I talk up is a reflection of Him. All the Crusades were waged by men who bowed at His feet. And that bowing doesn't mesh too well with the modern mind. There is in that bowing a rather profound letting go of a lot of things.
We wonder at the example of St. Thomas More, executed at the word of Henry VIII for being true to the Church. But are you prepared for the derision he faced? A recent comment caught my eye, in which a young man I respected said he was prepared to be accused of arrogance. That's fine, and many who read this would say similar things. But are you prepared to suffer arrogance? Because that's what the world has for you if you take up the banner of Christ.
Consider: The return of the Governor General's Award Mr. Corrigan cited. That's something that makes my blood sing; it's so noble, so
right. But the vast majority of comments I've found mock it. Many are even openly angry, claiming that these Catholics are trying to impose their morality on Morgentaler. Go ahead, dig around and see some of the poisonous things people have said. And yes, you might say that this happens because people don't have a clue it's also true that they are in the majority. And when the majority think you're nuts, well- good luck.
So, Mr. Johnson and the walls of Constantinople. Let's turn that into metaphor, shall we? When I talk about Constantinople what I'm really talking about is taking something back that used to be ours. The same is true of Western civilization. The walls of the West have been taken, the barbarians are within the gates and they are us. So how do we take
this proud citadel back? How do we rally beneath the flag of the Church and take back what was lost?
The answer is by being it, living it. You want to be something other than what our industrial-political-consumerist society wants you to be? Try going to Church. You want to fight back against the dying of the West? Consider the priesthood.
I find it fascinating that in this age of "individualism" that everyone is the same, and that our tolerance for people who genuinely think differently is so poor. And yet adolescents ache to be different, yet don't really DO anything different. So? Do it. Do something radical and different and break from the way the West lives. Pray. Read. Think about what the world could be like if there were more breathing, believing, loving Christians.
And as for Chesterton, because Mr. Corrigan and I will refer to him often, remember that none of his opponents found him arrogant. On the contrary, they found him to be one of the humblest men they had met and even his most strident political and philosophical opponents loved him for his brilliance, his warmth, and especially his humour. This is a fight you will win through only the most difficult way, a revolution and reconstruction of the self in the name of God. It is glorious precisely because it is so low and humble, I should say humbling.
Clear?