Showing posts with label C.S. Lewis. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 2, 2025

C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien Remembered

 


I am reading Tolkien's letters as well as a book offering a fresh look at the Inklings entitled The Company They Keep: C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien as Writers in Community by Diana Pavlac Glyer. The letters, in particular, convey a wonderful sense of who Tolkien was outside his work as a scholar and professor. Daily life accounts provide poignant insight into this complex figure.



With all of this reading on Tolkien and Lewis, it recently occurred to me that I should create a short video concerning our visits to the gravesites of these two great authors. I decided to include two sections about Cambridge and Oxford. All featured photos are culled from my images from two different trips to the UK.

Despite the fact that Tolkien was not particularly impressed by the bard, I decided to use incidental music from Shakespeare's plays for the first two featured music tracks.  This is followed by a poor recording of mine from Tolkien's parish, St. Aloysius Catholic Church. (For an interesting article on Tolkien and the Catholic Church, see here.) The home shared towards the end of the video is where Tolkien and his wife resided for many years in Oxford. We visited Sandfield Rd as my sister-in-law and her husband lived across the street for some time.  The person speaking for about a minute while we are walking is my brother-in-law.

I hope you enjoy this brief view from the UK! I'm concluding this with Tolkien's letter to his daughter a few days after the death of his friend as well as a compilation video I found on YouTube of Tolkien video.  My short video is at the bottom of the page.

To Priscilla Tolkien [Written four days after the death of C. S. Lewis.] 26 November 1963

Dearest, Thank you so much for your letter. . . . . So far I have felt the normal feelings of a man of my age – like an old tree that is losing all its leaves one by one: this feels like an axe-blow near the roots. Very sad that we should have been so separated in the last years; but our time of close communion endured in memory for both of us. I had a mass said this morning, and was there, and served; and Havard and Dundas Grant1 were present. The funeral at Holy Trinity, the Headington Quarry church, which Jack attended, was quiet and attended only by intimates and some Magdalen people including the President. Austin Farrer read the lesson. The grave is under a larch in the corner of the church-yard. Douglas (Gresham)2 was the only ‘family’ mourner. Warnie was not present, alas! I saw Owen Barfield, George Sayer and John Lawlor3 (a good mark to him), among others. Chris. came with us. There will be an official memorial service in Magdalen on Saturday at 2.15 p.m. It was very sweet of you my dearest to write. . . . . God bless you. Daddy.

Tolkien, J.R.R.. The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien: Revised and Expanded Edition (p. 478). (Function). Kindle Edition. 





    

Monday, June 24, 2019

A Conversation with Joseph Pearce on Sounds and Words


In this interview of Joseph Pearce on Sounds and Words, we spend the first part of the podcast discussing C.S. Lewis' conversion from atheism to theism, then finally to Christianity (with the help of J.R.R. Tolkien and Hugo Dyson). Of course, we also talk a great deal about his splendid book C.S. Lewis and the Catholic Church.  In the course of the conversation we also explore the marvelous fiction of Lewis and Tolkien, as well as their associated motion pictures. In the podcast's second half, we take a close look at Joseph Pearce's poetry. He also graces listeners with a reading of several works from Divining Divinity, A Book of Poems.


About Joseph Pearce 

A native of England, Joseph Pearce is Director of Book Publishing at the Augustine Institute, and editor of the St. Austin Review, editor of Faith & Culture, series editor of the Ignatius Critical Editions, senior instructor with Homeschool Connections, and senior contributor at the Imaginative Conservative. His personal website is found at jpearce.co.

The internationally acclaimed author of many books, which include bestsellers such as The Quest for Shakespeare, Tolkien: Man and MythThe Unmasking of Oscar Wilde,C. S. Lewis and The Catholic ChurchLiterary ConvertsWisdom and Innocence: A Life of G.K. Chesterton, Solzhenitsyn: A Soul in Exile and Old Thunder:  A Life of Hilaire Belloc, Joseph Pearce is a world-recognized biographer of modern Christian literary figures.  Hisbooks have been published and translated into Spanish, Portuguese, French, Dutch, Italian, Korean, Mandarin, Croatianand Polish.

 

Pearce has hosted two 13-part television series about Shakespeare on EWTN, and has also written and presented documentaries on EWTN on the Catholicism of The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. He has participated and lectured at a wide variety of international and literary events at major colleges and universities in the U.S., Canada, Britain, Europe, Africa and South America.


Behind this Podcast

There's nothing quite like doing a podcast from home.  Sometimes things don't always go according to plan, though, and that was actually one of the themes of this particular interview.  Have you ever listened to PDQ Bach on the Air?  Well, let's just say a few things went very wrong pretty quickly in this little audio adventure.  When my Garage Band software application first mysteriously stopped recording shortly after the interview began, I should have realized that it was "Houston, we have a problem" moment, but we persevered.  Frantically, hitting the record button every so often was a unique way to way to do the podcast, after all.  

Of course, that wasn't the only little technical issue.  Making sure that I had turned the ringer off on my phone next to my (not so) trusty iMac, I was somewhat surprised when it loudly rang in my ear.  After throwing the phone a short distance, I detected a dreaded sound outside my office door.  Unknown to Joseph Pearce on the other side of the line (sitting somewhere in a nice, quiet, and tranquil university office, I imagine), our part Siamese cat named Dante had decided it was high time to open this particular door for a routine inspection.  As soon as that characteristic door handle swat began, I was up and managed to lock said door before the cat and his ever-watchful Newfoundland companion (named Chesterton, of course) could enter my man cave.  It's not that I don't appreciate animals, you see, but having Dante and Chesterton in the same small room...would be nearly as distracting as having Dante and G.K. Chesterton in the same small room.  Less cigar smoke perhaps...

Just when things began to seem ready to calm down slightly, Zoom, the meeting software I was depending upon to speak with Mr. Pearce across much of the continental United States, stopped zooming altogether.  It didn't just slow its zoom; its zoom was there one moment and mysteriously gone the next.  About the same time, my iPhone began to signal an exciting new text message.  It's possible my particular reply was not the kindest or gentlest thing I've ever texted (during a podcast, at least).  

In the end, though, we made it through successfully.  I must also add that Joseph Pearce could not have been more kind, gracious, and patient.  

After I finished repairing my recorded audio, I was thankful to have only lost about 5% of the interview.  Unfortunately, however, this does include the first question, which was to have been "Given Lewis' Irish upbringing, what do you believe his early impressions or feelings were about Catholicism?"  

Suffice to say that Joseph Pearce's response was insightful and brilliant--and altogether lost.  The good news?  Even though it may have begun in "medias res," I think the podcast remains an outstanding conversation that explored C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and Pearce's own wonderful and insightful poetry.  

PS.  I think I also solved the mystery of my errors on both Garage Band (using audio files like repeatedly used Word templates) and the Zoom problem, which was likely caused by limiting the meeting schedule to an hour.  This being the case, I'm sure Joseph is ready for Part 3 of our audio adventure...  Joseph?  Joseph?  Can you hear me now?

Monday, December 19, 2016

An Enigmatic Journey: Ireland and its Faith

 
     Ireland’s very national identity and character are like a tapestry where each weave is tightly intertwined with its rich and ancient Catholic tradition.  Until recently, cultural practices and discourse were more heavily influenced by the Church than secular elements.  Of course, Saint Patrick (387-461), the patron saint of Ireland, comes quickly to mind when looking for the beginning of this Catholic influence.  His deeds and words, like the excerpt that follows, set a spiritual flame alight across Ireland. 

This is because there is no other God, nor will there ever be, nor was there ever, except God the Father. He is the one who was not begotten, the one without a beginning, the one from whom all beginnings come, the one who holds all things in being – this is our teaching. And his son, Jesus Christ, whom we testify has always been, since before the beginning of this age, with the father in a spiritual way. He was begotten in an indescribable way before every beginning. Everything we can see, and everything beyond our sight, was made through him. He became a human being; and, having overcome death, was welcomed to the heavens to the Father… He is judge of the living and of the dead; he rewards every person according to their deed. He has generously poured on us the Holy Spirit, the gift and promise of immortality, who makes believers and those who listen to be children of God and co-heirs with Christ. This is the one we acknowledge and adore – one God in a trinity of the sacred name.  (Saint Patrick, web)

     If we consider that more than a millennium separates modern times from the start of this religious and cultural legacy, then we catch a glimmer of the significance of faith within Ireland.  It is no exaggeration to declare that there is very little simple about practicing the Christian faith in the Emerald Isle.  What may seem (to an outsider) as a harsh critique of the Catholic Church, for instance, might be recognized as more of a gentle reproach by the Irish audience.  Context, history, and language connotations all serve to potentially obfuscate the meanings behind Irish literature.  The works of Samuel Beckett and Paul Durcan offer a striking and vivid contrast in their approaches to Catholicism.  Through careful examination of the differences, the reader gains clearer insight of both the meaning of the Church to these respective writers, as well as the unique role Catholicism has played over the centuries in Ireland. 

     Before directly comparing and contrasting the differences in religious perspectives offered by Samuel Beckett and Paul Durcan, this essay will examine these writers individually in an indirect contrast and comparison.  Beckett’s treatment of matters of faith within More Pricks than Kicks was particularly evocative of the early life of C.S. Lewis, who was raised in Belfast.  In Joseph Pearce's remarkable book entitled C.S. Lewis and the Catholic Church, he makes some assertions regarding Lewis’ religious formation that are clearly relevant to this discussion.  The passage that follows is from an online article by the author about of the aforementioned book.

One of Lewis's closest friends, the great Catholic writer, J. R. R. Tolkien, believed that Lewis failed to become a Catholic because of the deep-rooted and ingrained prejudices that he inherited as a Belfast Protestant. As the Troubles in Northern Ireland have shown, Belfast is one of the most sectarian cities in the world. It would indeed be a rare occurrence for someone raised in such an Anti-Catholic culture to overcome the prejudices of his upbringing and there is no doubt that Lewis's discomfort with the position of the Virgin Mary in Christian tradition and his unease with the institution of the papacy are typical of the prejudices held by Ulster Protestants. On the other hand, as my book seeks to demonstrate, Lewis seemed to be moving ever closer to Catholicism as he grew in his faith. It is this tension between Lewis's ingrained opposition to Catholicism and his rational attraction to Catholic doctrine which makes the study of Lewis's relationship with the Church so fascinating.  (Pearce, Web)

It appears that Lewis' own troubled feelings from being a young Protestant in Belfast may shed further illumination upon Samuel Beckett's perceived ambivalence and alienation with regards to Protestantism in Ireland--and religion in general.  The shared faith experiences of Beckett and Lewis are interesting as both turned away from organized religion for a period.  While, of course, C.S. Lewis returned to the faith with a passion, the alienation experienced by Beckett permeates his work.  

     Religion seems to occupy the mind of Belacqua Shuah primarily when he is alone, however.  In the presence of others, his mind seems less drawn to reflect on the eternal.  In the opening of "Walking Out," there is a short, but telling observation from the character.  "It was one of those Spring evenings when it is a matter of some difficulty to keep God out of one's meditations."  (Beckett, 101) This implies not only an indifference to God, but an active opposition to the presence of the eternal.  When Belacqua is in public settings, however, he seems less prone to this kind of introspection.  In this way, then, we could argue that noise and bustle is perhaps partially pursued as a means to drown out the other, more troubling thoughts. 

     The introspection appears to also catch Belacqua in his nature escape at the opening of "Fingal."  "He began to feel a very sad animal indeed."  (Beckett, 23) When he wistfully refers to a distant sight as "magic land," Winnie corrects him reproachfully; his meandering mind gets him into trouble.  (Beckett, 24) Again at the conclusion of "Walking Out," he seems caught off guard by the silence and stillness of the forest as he waits in vain for Lucy.  This passage is also enlightening with regards to a kind of deep-seated guilt that rises to the surface with the mysterious reference to the TanzherrThis word, not found within the Oxford English Dictionary, appears to be German for something along the lines of “Mr. Dance.”  (Babylon, web) Belacqua is ashamed to admit his true voyeuristic behavior here even to himself.  Instead, he masks his getting beaten up by the angry lover as the haunting attack of the “Tanzherr.”  This not only highlights his own lack of courage and honesty, but it also draws attention to his lack of self-control; Belacqua possesses no control of his impulses.  As an Irish Literature professor recently described the character, he is “unmoored,” and “grasping after bits of spiritual understanding but always cut off from his religious tradition by a combination of disdain for the way it's practiced in Ireland, and a literal spiritual laziness bound up with his very conflicted attitudes to his bodily appetites.” [1]

     It is also helpful here to briefly point out that the protagonist of these tales by Beckett, shares a name with a minor character from Dante's Divine Comedy.   So, is Belacqua perhaps a sort of secular pilgrim?  Instead of searching for the spiritual, the character is doing his best to avoid any hint of the supernatural in his pursuit of secular knowledge and experience.  In this determination to avoid the spiritual dimension of Irish life, he is further alienating himself from his countrymen (not to mention God).  This paints a picture, then, of someone who is timidly committing to the secular, turning his back on all associations with faith, yet unable to avoid the occasional backslide back to reflections upon the nature of faith and reality.  He is in a self-imposed exile.

     Turning to Paul Durcan’s “carnivalesque” titled work “The Hauler’s Wife Meets Jesus on the Road Near Moone,” the reader has a particularly vivid example of what might be described as a feminist-themed poem about an unhappily married woman.  (Augue, Chapter 6) Her husband is an emotionally and physically abusive trucker—a character that Durcan may envision as a type of “chaste soldier,” a misguided example of Irish manhood. (Augue, Chapter 6)  Yet, because of the selection of the name Jesus for man this unnamed character meets, the poem is also infused with a mysterious dimension of the faith and spiritual.  The following passage is particularly illustrative in setting the scene and characterization.

Yet in my soul I yearn for affection,
My soul is empty for the want of affection.
I am married to a haulier,
A popular and a wealthy man,
An alcoholic and a country councillor,
Father with me of four sons,
By repute a sensitive man and he is
Except when he makes love to me:
He takes leave of his senses,
Handling me as if I were a sack of gravel,
Or a carnival dummy,
A fruit machine or a dodgem.
He makes love to me about twice a year;
Thereafter he does not speak to me for weeks,
Sometimes not for months.  (Durcan. 291)

     In selecting the name “Jesus” for her desired lover, the poet may seem at first glance to be leveling an attack upon Christianity for somehow sanctioning or approving of the abusive husband’s behavior.  While there may be truth in this first impression, understanding some background concerning this poet helps the reader to plumb the depths of this work more effectively.  According to Andrew Augue’s A Chastened Communion: Modern Irish Poetry and Catholicism, conclusions regarding this poet shouldn’t be treated as quite so black and white. 

Durcan's positive representations of sensitive, down-to-earth priests deviates sharply from the norm in contemporary Irish culture. In the wake of the abuse crisis, as Harry Ferguson notes, a new stereotype of the "paedophile dophile priest" has emerged. The trauma caused in Ireland by the clerical abuse of children cannot be overestimated. But restrictively linking pedophilia to priests not only stigmatizes an entire group for the crimes of a relatively small minority, but it obscures the more extensive abuse perpetuated by men outside the priesthood.50 Nonetheless, priests have become a convenient vehicle through which the Irish public can convey its contempt for the Catholic hierarchy's myriad failures.  (Augue, Chapter 6) 

     When reading the works of Paul Durcan, it is also critically important to bear in mind his own troubling past.  According to Andrew Augue, the poet as a young man was not sufficiently masculine for his father.  In an attempt to make a man of this “sissy,” he was institutionalized in an asylum for a short period of time.  Ironically, this is one the times in which he received his father’s approval during his part in a sports competition at the asylum.    As a way to perhaps deal with his own pain with regards to his identity, Durcan took a view of Christ himself as an example of androgeny.
Even more strikingly, he found sanction for his advocacy of androgyny not in avant-garde psychology or exotic religious traditions as the Beats did but rather in the Christian faith that was the bedrock of Western culture. In conjuring the image of Jesus Christ as androgynous, Durcan turns the tables on the Victorian cult of "muscular Christianity" that was a central pillar of the Irish standard of masculinity. It is an altogether more pliant Christ figure that Durcan can evokes, abstractly in the recent "The Origin of Species," which pays homage to "Christ, all-fathering mother!" and more concretely in the earlier "The Haulier's Wife Meets Jesus on the Road Near Moone." The latter poem from The Berlin Wall Cafe focuses upon the travails of a woman trapped in a loveless, and virtually sexless, marriage to a prototypical Irish businessman: "A popular and wealthy man, / An alcoholic and a county councilor" (LD, 117). Granted a brief reprieve from her marriage, she dresses up like a "femme fatale" and heads off to Dublin for a night out at the Abbey Theatre. Having gotten lost, she is rescued by Jesus, who describes himself as a "travelling actor." Her description of her "savior" identifies him as being as capacious as her husband is constricted…  (Augue, Chapter 6)

The reader and student may certainly strenuously disagree with the poet’s characterization of Christ in this way.  If the poet’s position is viewed as potentially heretical with regards to traditional Christianity, it is more in-line with a different kind of spiritualism or universalism.  Further, the poet’s positive characterizations of priests make simple black and white characterizations of Anti-Catholic or anti-religious perhaps a bit more complicated. 

     Having examined these two writers and their works individually, what is the best method for contrasting them in a meaningful way?  Standard analysis would begin with selecting portions of text from each work(s) and placing them (figuratively) side-by-side, but is that the best approach for subtle comparisons of this type?  Given the unorthodox characters present within these readings, the comparison and contrast should perhaps begin with a less orthodox or formal approach.  If the student pauses and reflects upon what has been discussed regarding the characters of the “haulier’s-wife” and Beckett’s Belacqua, how might these two characters interact face-to-face?  This approach may assist the reader in catching the differences in a fresh or unique light.  Imagine this chance meeting, then, taking place outside Saint Philomena’s Catholic Church in lower Dublin under partly cloudy skies.  For the purposes of this essay, the haulier’s-wife is identified as “Caitlin.”  Relying upon an omniscient narrative perspective, what would her impressions be upon meeting Belacqua, and what might they discuss?

    Caitlin leaves church slightly ahead of her husband and four sons, as she troubled by a stubborn sense of guilt and conviction.  The paintings and artistic renderings of Christ and the saints within the church seem to all stare at her with a knowing reproach.  The pangs of guilt for her recent tryst at the Cross at Moone come more fiercely at church than at home. On the outside, her demeanor and appearance are proper with an air of Sunday elegance.  Belacqua is seated on the edge of an old flower box on the opposite side of the church’s rock wall.  His hair is somewhat disheveled, and he is preoccupied in thought.  He immediately notices Caitlin and quickly tucks a magazine into an inside pocket of his jacket.  She thinks him to be an odd-looking character, yet she confides that she had “had just about enough” that morning.  Belacqua nods knowingly at the attractive woman, glancing back at the emptying church behind him.  He wonders if she came to church alone.  He casually remarks that religion is like a “sickness” from which one could never quite recover. 
“A necessary evil,” he whispers. 

“Perhaps,” Caitlin replies with a moment’s hesitation.  “But, why do you say it’s necessary at all?  I mean…  Isn’t God in each of us?  She doesn’t have to be worshiped in some fancy building to be real, does she?”

Belacqua squirms and looks back at the church doors, as if wishing the newcomer to be back on her way.  Caitlin follows his gaze, noting that people are still gathered speaking in groups upon the church steps.  She feels uncomfortable and on-display, yet also curious in the stranger’s view.

“It’s real, but no one understands or lives it right, I guess,” Belacqua replies. 
“Do you?” Caitlin inquires pointedly.

“No,” Belacqua answers without hesitation.  “Nobody does, but that doesn’t make it less real or more false.  Faith makes me mad and sad all at the same time, because I see truth like a lovely landscape or a melody that I can’t quite reach or touch.  Oh, what does it matter anyway?  I have to go…”

     In the above exercise, the reader may glimpse some of the distinctions in religious views between the writers as perhaps made clearer through the use of their own characters’ unique voices.  Paul Durcan embraces something close to universalism, a spiritual landscape devoid of doctrines and dogmas yet proclaiming a spiritual dimension to life nonetheless.  Samuel Beckett uses a dysfunctional character to express an ambivalence and deep cynicism regarding faith.  The short passage below from the chapter “What a Misfortune,” for instance, highlights the Belacqua’s own confused and cynical mind regarding the spiritual dimension.

The elder daughter was very dull.  Think of holy Juliana of Norwich, to her aspect add a dash of souring, to her tissue half a hundredweight of adipose, abstract the charity and prayers, spray in vain with opopanax and assafoetida, and behold a radiant Una after a Hamman and a face massage.  (Beckett, 121)

Spiritual cynicism, in particular, seems the appropriate description or categorization for Samuel Beckett’s view.  Faith seems something considered briefly, then discarded as having no immediate usefulness or practicality.  Belacqua appears to be a character who struggles with feelings of faith, as Christians might describe struggling with an unbelief.  One interesting common denominator between both of these writers, however, seems to be a grudging respect for those who successfully live a life of faith, despite doubts and failings.  In the end, though, it is Paul Durcan who seems to be searching the hardest for spiritual and eternal truth, yet he is clearly troubled by what he sees as the patriarchal nature of the Catholic Church.  Like the enigmatic nature of faith in Ireland itself, these two writers serve as a vivd contrast between cynicism and hope.






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[1] G. Killeen, personal communication, November 27, 2016.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Writing Quality Fiction

Writing fiction can be a lot of fun, but other times it can feel like herding cats.  Marketing, in particular, often turns into a chore because we (as writers) fail to understand or respect our audience.  When talking about understanding the audience, a good essay on the topic--especially for Catholic authors--is this post be Regina Doman.  This is a good starting point, but, of course, just because fiction is written by a Catholic doesn't necessarily imply its Catholic fiction.  The latter term implies a writing infused with belief and the substance of our faith.  This does not mean preaching, but simply describing the spiritual realities of the world, not shying away from anything.  This quality then leads us to the absolute necessity of respecting one's audience.

This is beautifully addressed by C.S. Lewis in Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories.  Here is a passage that describes what I am referring to--especially with regards to children's literature.

The third way, which is the only one I could ever use myself, consists in writing a children's story because a children's story is the best art-form for something you have to say: just as a composer might write a Dead March not because there was a public funeral in view but because certain musical ideas that had occurred to him went best into that form. This method could apply to other kinds of children's literature besides stories. I have been told that Arthur Mee never met a child and never wished to: it was, from his point of view, a bit of luck that boys liked reading what he liked writing. This anecdote may be untrue in fact but it illustrates my meaning.

Whether we are talking about children's literature or a work for older audiences, one dimension of this respect lies in whether, or not, the story comes first. Many years ago, for example, I tried to use a short story format to write a tale to prove that some people find right behavior wrong and wrong behavior right. These days we hardly need reminding of this, but, at that time in my life, I was exploring the moral compass of a drug dealer. The story didn't work for many reasons, but probably the main reason was that it began as a kind of moralizing piece; the story was secondary to the message, and this almost always brings ruin to the writer's endeavor.

When it comes to fiction for older readers, my pet peeve is sanitizing dialogue or situations for the taste and preferences of the writer or a select group of potential readers. If you have a story, tell it truthfully. As Flannery O'Connor so eloquently put it,"Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn't try to write fiction. It's not a grand enough job for you.”

Not too long ago, I was discussing a work of fiction with some fellow Catholic writers who were very passionately debating their view that profanity had no place in fiction--especially the writing of a Catholic.  While I don't agree with the premise at all, it did encourage me to lighten the profanity in my own novel, The Blood Cries Out.  (As an aside, I hope when fellow writers make recommendations along these lines (that you accept in part), they have the courtesy to at least read your work.  If they have no interest in the art you create, I'd just as soon they keep their writing suggestions to themselves; they're not part of your audience.)  Some might say that my lightening of the profanity was an unnecessary sacrifice to political correctness, but I suggest that realism and truth can be achieved with a lighter touch at times.  Finding that balance can be hard, but it's what lies at the heart of writing that matters the most: truth. 

Like I wrote for Seattle Pacific University in "Art and the Christian Gospel," we engage the culture around us for Christ by seeking truth even if we happen to be writing fiction or creating another form of art.


Art calls us to worship; it also empowers us to engage our culture with the gospel. Given the present world crisis, I believe Christians have a responsibility to address the moral issues facing us in this troubling time. The words of Christian writers and theologians from C.S. Lewis to Dietrich Bonhoeffer still give us much to consider and discuss. From Michelangelo to Handel, our Christian heritage is also replete with the finest artists and composers who have ever lived. This rich Christian perspective plays a vital role within our culture. It is our responsibility to ensure that this legacy endures and continues.

Christians are aware that there is more to life than what simply meets the eye, and that the spiritual world is just as real as the earth they are standing upon. The Christian must focus and hold on to “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.” That is the only way we can maintain our clear vision and grip on the eternal priorities facing us.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Encountering Christ Through Discipleship


This little piece may be featured for a Catholic Writers' Guild endeavor, but I thought I'd share it first with my readers.



Raised as a Protestant in the Nazarene denomination, I recall hearing the term discipleship bandied about quite a bit, but I think the true meaning eluded me until we were called home to the Catholic Church.  For me at least, the experience of joining the Catholic Church in 2005 was evocative (in a small way) of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s words from The Cost of Discipleship.  “When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.”  The follower of Christ must hold nothing back for himself in his wholehearted embrace of God’s will for his life.  This means not necessarily depending upon the support of family and friends, but unwaveringly taking the path to which we have been directed.

Too often discipleship seems nothing more than a vague and nebulous idea rather than a relationship hinging directly upon the mysterious person of Christ.  There was a popular spiritual book a few years ago called The Shack.  It's message purported to free the reader from those unpleasant obligations associated with Christianity.  It embraced a faith free from organized religion, and claimed to offer in its place a relationship with no strings attached.  I call this a lie clothed in a truth.   Yes, the relationship part is critical if we are to successfully live our lives for Christ from Sunday through Sunday: every day for Him.  It’s important to also bear in mind, though, that every relationship has its own associated expectations and boundaries.  John 14:15 reminds us that if we love him “we should desire to also keep his commandments.”  It is through these commandments that we are set free to live for Christ, and become the people we were intended to be.  

 In a similar vein, I suggest that community is another critical component of discipleship.  We’re not “going this alone,” after all.  How we behave towards and treat others is so critical in our spiritual walk.  We need to learn that it’s not about us.  As C.S. Lewis put it so eloquently in the Weight of Glory.

 ...it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all of our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.  Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.

When my grandmother lay dying in her hospital room overlooking the colors of fall in the Yakima Valley some years ago, I remember talking to my grandfather (now also gone home to be with the Lord) about the death of self.  My grandparents were a powerful model of this kind of life lived for Christ.  Just as my grandfather crafted beautiful and solid things from wood, his words, actions, and sacrifices were a meaningful cooperation with Christ in building lives for Him.  This concept of death to self has always been close to my heart.  

Like everyone, it’s a struggle to put our own desires and hopes on that cross at times, letting things go, but it’s through the act of offering these daily struggles up that we infuse our lives with a deeper spiritual meaning and depth beyond our petty selves.  If we follow Christ and die to ourselves, surrendering everything to Him, we are on the true road to discipleship.