Showing posts with label C.S. Lewis. Show all posts
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Monday, December 10, 2012

The Doctors and Frodo

If you read history you will find that the Christians who did most for the present world were just those who thought most of the next. - C.S. Lewis
In the past few posts, we have seen insufficient glimpses of the lives of four church giants, each of whom faced unique struggles and achieved notable success in the scope of their lives. Yet their brief lifespans were not the end. Each was selected as a Doctor as a result of the transcending value of their works, a characteristic easily traced as we look back from a vantage point of more than a thousand years. Jerome placed the Scriptures in the language of the common Christian, a gift that lasted many centuries. Ambrose added psalms and hymns to a lasting tradition of liturgy, some of which can still be heard in sanctuaries today. Augustine provided subsequent generations with the hope of rest and forgiveness in the arms of his Lord, a hope that later comforted one guilt-ridden Augustinian monk and prompted him to change the world. Gregory opened up the doors for the evangelization of Britain and provided bishops and pastors with a practical guide to church leadership, advice that remains relevant today.
 
Yet none of these men sat with the gray, glory-splashed beard of Charlton Heston or the glowing haloes around their heads as later paintings are so apt to demonstrate. Although they have been bestowed the title of saint, we ought not be intimidated by their goodness. Ordinary humans granted extraordinary opportunity, they too struggled with the temptations and sins of the flesh as they endeavored to serve their great God.

One final thought: each of these individuals felt some reluctance to step into the position presented them. Although I did not say much of their historical context, each faced turmoil, disunity, and opposition in varying forms and degrees. Their tasks were great, certainly validating Gregory’s advice to “let fear temper the desire” of office. Yet each faced their given situation with reason, wisdom, and great faith. Their strength and greatness laid not in their personal achievement but in their ultimate trust in their Savior. In the challenges you face today, tomorrow, and in the coming years, remember the great history of fierce believers that precedes us and know that you do not stand alone. The God who used a grumpy hermit, a reluctant bishop, a prodigal son, and a theology mangler to bring glory to Himself and His Church can surely sustain you and enable you to serve Him in more ways than you may ever realize.
 
Soli Deo Gloria!
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time given us.” - J.R.R. Tolkien

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The Pastoral Pope

No one presumes to teach an art till he has first, with intent meditation, learned it. What rashness is it, then, for the unskillful to assume pastoral authority, since the government of souls is the art of arts!
Unlike our three other friends, Gregory did not have the opportunity to interact with his fellow Doctors. Born around AD 540, he already had five centuries of Christian history before him. Even so, his story is not so unlike that of those who preceded him.

Raised in an Italian family of means and prominence, Gregory received the benefits of comfort, stability, education, and opportunity. Like Ambrose, he pursued a career in politics, and by 573 he had achieved the position of prefect of Rome. When his father died, however, Gregory chose to sell his property and take up the life of a Benedictine monk, converting six family estates into monasteries.

Gregory soon found favor in the eyes of several popes as Benedict I ordained him as a deacon of Rome and later Pelagius II commissioned him as an ambassador to Constantinople. Tired of such public endeavors, he returned to his Roman monastic life in 586, although he was promptly elected abbot and called upon as an adviser to Pelagius until the Pope’s death four years later.

In keeping with the style of Ambrose and Augustine, Gregory found himself the elected successor to the papacy against his will. But the voice of the clergy and the people of Rome won out, and on September 3, 590, he was consecrated Pope Gregory.

By this point, Rome was far from its glory days, and the city itself had fallen into disrepair after floods, famine, and epidemics wrought their havoc. Gregory therefore took responsibility for more than the city’s religious state, and among other tasks, he repaired the aqueducts, replenished the grain supply, and fed the poor. With the once mighty Empire now in ruins, the papacy took steps to regain control of the situation and here achieved power and prestige beyond that which it had formerly experienced.

But Gregory influenced more than the humanitarian needs of his own city. In the course of his fourteen-year pontificate, he made peace with the ­­­­warring Lombards, sent missionaries to England, and promoted the advancement of Benedictine monasticism. Still, his rule was not free from flaws. An avid proponent of Augustine’s teachings, Gregory twisted his speculations into certain truth (compare this, perhaps, to a modern-day teacher or pastor advocating the thoughts of C.S. Lewis as unarguable certainties). Among these speculation-truths are counted the doctrines of purgatory and transubstantiation--doctrines that persisted and morphed in the following centuries until coming to a crisis during the Reformation.

Beyond the actions and accomplishments of his life, what more has Pope Gregory I (or, Gregory “the Great”) left us?

Words. Many, many words.

Although his writings are by no means speculative or original, Gregory does provide us with works that are “clear and powerful propounders of the practical orthodox tradition.” His letters, commentaries, sermons, and books reflect on the moral and practical side of church doctrine and theology more than on scholarly pursuits.

Out of his many works, let’s take a quick look at one book he wrote early in his papal career: Regula Pastoralis, or The Pastoral Rule. Composed as a set of instructions for bishops, it advises that those who would pursue clerical office ought to “let fear temper the desire,” but when one is selected, he ought to “let his life commend it” and practice what he preaches. The volume goes on to address the virtues necessary for a good pastor, the methods of ministering to a diverse congregation, and a reminder that pastors be aware of their own weaknesses. Such detailed instructions confirm Gregory’s belief that “the government of souls is the art of arts,” and that Christian leadership is never to be taken lightly, for the flock and the little ones are of great value.
 
Let me once more conclude by asking, “What makes Gregory ‘Great’ today?”

1)     Gregory’s Pastoral Rule gives modern readers a chance to put things in perspective and realize that we have more in common with our Christian forerunners than we might think. The temptation towards seeking the prestige of office has in no way diminished since his pontificate one thousand years ago, and human nature has not risen above the “hidden delight in self-display.” We often like to think we’ve risen above the sins of the past, yet here we see the struggle of leadership throughout the ages.

2)     On a similar note, Gregory was acutely aware of his own flaws. “I direct others to the shore of perfection,” he writes, “while myself still tossed among the waves of transgressions.” Here again we find a man who did not consider himself saintly or great but who affirmed his identity as a sinner saved by grace. He writes, therefore, not out of a spirit of superiority but out of empathy and experience. Such humility is admirable, especially in light of the position he held, a position, no less, whose power and authority was greatly elevated by his rule. Regardless of your rank, are you able to recognize your own short-comings, or would you rather dwell solely upon your successes and accomplishments? Human nature prefers the latter, but might not true humility and “greatness” lie most fully in the former?
I direct others to the shore of perfection, while myself still tossed among the waves of transgressions. But in the shipwreck of this present life sustain me, I beseech you, by the plank of your prayer, that, since my own weight sinks me down, the hand of your merit may raise me up.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Screwtape Discusses Poetry

My dear Wormwood, 

Your usual ramblings in defense of your actions are growing tiresome, and I will not shield your every mistake from the review of your superiors. Your concerns about his churchgoing and “love” life remain unchanged, and if you’d only return to the instructions I have already deigned to lay before you, you’d find an answer. My concern lies in a passing comment that you seem to believe is insignificant--the patient’s revival of interest in poetry.

Are you blind to the effects of this turn? The serious study of poetry may be the nearest he ever comes to that which the Enemy calls Truth (aside from the words of His own blasphemous book), for poetry is not a mere outpouring of ideas cleverly phrased, as prose so often is (with the help of our more competent tempters), but rather the nearest point to which a writer’s pen touches the soul in a glimpse of divine Truth. For poetry is one of the Enemy’s favorite tools in the adorning of Truth. It teaches while it entertains. It leaves short, lasting impressions that, if left to unfold naturally, could result in irreparable damage. Furthermore, verse is the most perfect showcasing of the logic, wit, and intellect with which He has endowed His creatures, so that even the most base and seemingly wretched of poets cannot help but leave a trace of the Enemy.

No, what you must do is make the patient study a poem not as an intimate piece of writing, but as an abstract form of past art irrelevant to his present time. Let him dig for undiscovered coals in the diamond mine--obscure interpretations that leave him to speculate on fruitless thoughts. Let him compare the piece to his own cultural standards and critique it for its lack of sensitivity and modern propriety. Never let his mind slip to the notion that this couplet could possibly mean anything to him.

Moreover, if he must continue in his love of verse, make him content with the modern poets--Pound, MacLeish, and the like. The best philosophy is that poems “should not mean but be,” for then poetry becomes little more than a lofty appreciation for the tone and word choice of his fellow artist. Keep him locked in his own era that he might not open his eyes to the lineage of humbled souls dating back to the shepherd days of that wretched David. Even so, be wary lest he stumble upon those who have been called the War Poets, for though they seem dark and despairing, they too begin to trifle with the soul and cast the mind to pondering matters of life and death and the human condition. Such things, although valuable to the untrained tempter, quickly lend themselves to themes too close to the Enemy’s eternity and plan. There is one particular poet who seems to be toeing the line between sound atheism and disastrous discovery, speaking of “the clouds of God’s hate” and declaring that “Thou art not Lord while there are Men on earth.” His tempter had best handle him with great care if he wishes to avoid his patient’s awakening to the significance of his own words. Remember, the Enemy takes great pleasure in perverting our efforts in one man to transform the soul of another, if not also his own.

Still, the best method of all is to create an unexplainable disgust for the “intellectual snobbery” and highfalutin nonsense that characterizes all poetry. Allow him to judge all poetry by that one “hard poem” he read back in school and cast the whole lot aside for something more relevant, such as the sports game on the radio or the barking dog next door. Remember, one good sonnet could crumble all of the walls you now strive to build.

                                                                                    Your affectionate uncle
                                                                                    Screwtape