Just Like The Prophet Chesterton Said, When It’s All About Nature, It’s All About Sex…

"Amori"- Reciproco amore (Etá dell'oro), Pauwels Franck

“Amori”- Reciproco amore (Etá dell’oro), Pauwels Franck

And pretty soon, this obsession of ours becomes a tyrant. Got your attention yet? Thought so.

I’m on vacation still, and one of things I’ve been doing is reading books that I’ve wanted to read for forever but could never find the time. What with the Pope taking the name of Francis, I’ve been reading up on the poor saint from Assisi.

I shared a  little bit from a book I read earlier, and I’ll do the same again now. As you may have gathered from the title of this post, the book I’m reading now is written by G.K. Chesterton, and it’s from his Saint Francis of Assisi.

As it often is when reading Chesterton, there is a treasure trove of stuff written around the subject that is often more valuable then that which he writes on the subject he’s examining. So when he is setting the stage for what was wrong with the world before Francis doffed his clothes in the town square, Chesterton notes that our humanist pagan forebears responded to Christianity in a way that Thomas Merton described as why the Desert Fathers headed to the arid wastes in the first place. Emphasis below is mine,

In the 4th century AD the deserts of Egypt, Palestine, Arabia and Persia were peopled by a race of men who left behind them a strange reputation. They were the first Christian hermits, who abandoned the cities of the ancient Roman world to live in the solitude and silence of the desert. Why did they do this? The reasons were many and various, but they can all be summed up in one brief phrase: the quest for salvation…What is the meaning of his flight from society into the desert? First, society—which meant classical Roman pagan society, limited by the horizons and prospects of life “in this world” – was regarded by Anthony and the many other desert fathers and mothers as a shipwreck from which each had to swim for their lives.

These were men and women who believed that to let oneself drift along, passively accepting the non-Christian tenets of what they knew as society, was purely and simply a disaster. These Coptic hermits—for Anthony—like so many of his brothers and sisters, was a Copt and spoke no Greek or Latin—who left the world as though escaping from a shipwreck, did not merely intend to save themselves. They knew that they were helpless to do any good for others as long as they floundered about in the wreckage. But once they got a foothold on solid ground, things were different. Then they had not only the ability but even the obligation to pull the world to safety after them.

Sure, that was a lengthy introduction, but I think it was a necessary one in order to understand why Chesterton says that the early Christian asceticism practiced by the Desert Fathers was a penitential act done for the benefit of society as a whole. And it was one that set the stage for the great awakening that occurred during the 12th and 13th centuries.

The end of the Dark Ages was not merely the end of a sleep. It was certainly not merely the end of a superstitious enslavement. It was the end of something belonging to a quite definite but quite different order of ideas.

It was the end of a penance; or, if it be preferred, a purgation. It marked the moment when a certain spiritual expiation had been finally worked out and certain spiritual diseases had been finally expelled from the system. They had been expelled by an era of asceticism, which was the only thing that could have expelled them. Christianity had entered the world to cure the world; and she cured it in the only way in which it could be cured. Viewed merely in an external and experimental fashion, the whole of the high civilization of antiquity had ended in the learning of a certain lesson; that is, in its conversion to Christianity. But that lesson was a psychological fact as well as a theological faith. That pagan civilization had indeed been a very high civilization. It would not weaken our thesis, it might even strengthen it, to say that it was the highest that humanity ever reached. It had discovered its still unrivalled arts of poetry and plastic representation; it had discovered its own permanent political ideals; it had discovered its own clear system of logic and language. But above all, it had discovered its own mistake. That mistake was too deep to be ideally defined; the short-hand of it is to call it the mistake of nature-worship.

This must be where our modern day obsession with sex, sexuality, and attempting to explain everything folks do nowadays as being a result of their sexual preferences. This sets us up to repeat the mistakes of the past. It’s all natural, dontchaknow, and the only mystical things we seem to be interested in again these days are the old standbys of sex, growth, and death.

Rome rose at the expense of her Greek teachers largely because she did not entirely consent to be taught these tricks. She had a much more decent tradition; but she ultimately suffered from the same fallacy in her religious tradition; which was necessarily in no small degree the heathen tradition of nature worship. What was the matter with the whole heathen civilization was that there was nothing for the mass of men in the way of mysticism, except that concerned with the mystery of the nameless forces of nature, such as sex and growth and death. In the Roman Empire also, long before the end, we find nature-worship inevitably producing things that are

Dunno, but it must be true. *cough*

against nature. Cases like that of Nero have passed into a proverb when Sadism sat on a throne brazen in the broad daylight. But the truth I mean is something much more subtle and universal than a conventional catalogue of atrocities. What had happened to the human imagination, as a whole, was that the whole world was colored by dangerous and rapidly deteriorating passions; by natural passions becoming unnatural passions. Thus the effect of treating sex as only one innocent natural thing was that every other innocent natural thing became soaked and sodden with sex. For sex cannot be admitted to a mere equality among elementary emotions or experiences like eating and sleeping. The moment sex ceases to be a servant it becomes a tyrant. There is something dangerous and disproportionate in its place in human nature, for whatever reason; and it does really need a special purification and dedication. The modern talk about sex being free like any other sense, about the body being beautiful like any tree or flower, is either a description of the Garden of Eden or a piece of thoroughly bad psychology, of which the world grew weary two thousand years ago.

Yawn. Sex,sex,sex,sex,sex, and more sex. Sounds like a catchy title for a post. I’ll just get out of the way of the jolly man for the rest of this one.

This is not to be confused with mere self-righteous sensationalism about the wickedness of the pagan world. It was not so much that the pagan world was wicked as that it was good enough to realise that its paganism was becoming wicked, or rather it was on the logical high road to wickedness. I mean that there was no future for “natural magic”; to deepen it was only to darken it into black magic. There was no future for it; because in the past it had only been innocent because it was young. We might say it had only been innocent because it was shallow. Pagans were wiser that paganism; that is why the pagans became Christians. Thousands of them had philosophy and family virtues and military honour to hold them up; but by this time the purely popular thing called religion was certainly dragging them down. When this reaction against the evil is allowed for, it is true to repeat that it was an evil that was everywhere. In another and more literal sense its name was Pan.

It was no metaphor to say that these people needed a new heaven and a new earth; for they had really defiled their own earth and even their own heaven. How could their case be met by looking at the sky, when erotic legends were scrawled in stars across it; how could they learn anything from the love of birds and flowers after the sort of love stories that were told of them? It is impossible here to multiply evidences, and one small example may stand for the rest. We know what sort of sentimental associations are called up to us by the phrase “a garden”; and how we think mostly of the memory of melancholy and innocent romances, or quite as often of some gracious maiden lady or kindly old person pottering under a yew hedge, perhaps in sight of a village spire. Then, let anyone who knows a little Latin poetry recall suddenly what would have once stood in place of the sun-dial or the fountain, obscene and monstrous in the sun; and of what sort was the god of their gardens.

Nothing could purge this obsession but a religion that was literally unearthly. It was no good telling such people to have a natural religion full of stars and flowers; there was not a flower or even a star that had not been stained. They had to go into the desert where they could find no flowers or even into the cavern where they could see no stars. Into that desert and that cavern the highest human intellect entered for some four centuries; and it was the very wisest thing it could do. Nothing but the stark supernatural stood up for its salvation; if God could not save it, certainly the gods could not. The early Church called the gods of paganism devils; and the Early Church was perfectly right. Whatever natural religion may have had to do with their beginnings, nothing but fiends now inhabited those hollow shrines. Pan was nothing but panic. Venus was nothing but venereal vice. I do not mean for a moment, of course, that all the individual pagans were of this character even to the end; but it was as individuals that they differed from it. Nothing distinguishes paganism from Christianity so clearly as the fact that the individual thing called philosophy had little or nothing to do with the social thing called religion. Anyhow it was no good to preach natural religion to people to whom nature had grown as unnatural as any religion. They knew much better than we do what was the matter with them and what sort of demons at once tempted and tormented them; and they wrote across that great space of history the text; “This sort goeth not out but by prayer and fasting.”

I can’t wait to read what Chesterton has to actually say about Francis. He has said enough about us already.

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8 Responses to Just Like The Prophet Chesterton Said, When It’s All About Nature, It’s All About Sex…

  1. Manny says:

    Ok, I’m a Roman history buff. A few dates. Rome claims to have been founded in 753 BC. Constantine made toleration of Chistianity in 313 AD, and Christianity became its official religion in 380 AD. And the western half of the empire, which was Rome, collapsed in 476 AD. So let me see. Rome was pagan for over 1100 years (including the full majesty of its empire with a population that was for the most part happy and prosperous) and then collapsed after less than 100 years of Christianity? Not only do I find Chesterton’s understanding of Rome and its culture ignorant, I find his conclusions silly. Now I’m not claiming that Christianity brought down the empire as Edward Gibbon claims in his famous The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. The collapse of Roman was complex. Gibbon was just as wrong as Chesterton. The moral of what I’m trying to say is that analogies and superfical understanding of Roman history and culture always ring a wrong note. They should be avoided.
    By the way, that doesn’t mean I’m not grateful Rome converted to Christianity. They saw the fullness of the Truth, and God bless them they handed the institutions down. But look around us. There are atheists that are just as happy and at peace as Christians. To cherry-pick the ones that are desponded and paint a broad brush that all atheists are that way undermines Christianity in the end.


  2. Heloise1 says:

    I have to have this book.


  3. BTP says:

    Ineresting to read that in light of Girard’s take on the same process. His view was essentially that the scapegoat mechanism which had served us so well for so long was finally starting to wear out. Wasn’t working any more, not like it used to. How strange that Chesterton was thinking along the same lines.


  4. accelerator says:

    Excellent. Thanks.


  5. Kevin Roerty says:

    So true about Chesterton having “stuff written around the subject that is often more valuable then that which he writes on the subject he’s examining.” When I read this book, I thought it was poetic in its style–as the quotations portray. At the same time (and consistent with “The Dumb Ox”), I feel a need to read another biography about the man simply for more historical facts.



  6. Heloise1 says:

    I went to the only bookstore in my part of Texas and found 4 Chesterton’s. Unfortunately they didn’t have the book you are reading. I have settled into The Everlasting Man. Thanks again for the tip.


  7. Ignatius Press has a two-for-one version with Chesterton’s “Saint Thomas Aquinas” & “Saint Francis of Assisi.” Until you pick it up, this will tide you over.


  8. Heloise1 says:

    Thank you!


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