In Search of Beauty
A few weeks ago we were talking about sexual identity. and this interesting essay.
You will recall that the writer postulated that the
concept of sex-based identity for humans is a modern construct and that the
terms, heterosexual and homosexual, which have multiplied and produced a
plethora of sex-based identities for post-moderns to choose from, did not exist
before the mid-1800s and were popularized by Freud in the early 1900s (the
behaviors were, of course labeled and discussed before that time but those
behaviors were not considered to have to do with a person’s core identity but
rather the result of being a sinful, fallen human being whether male or female).
I’ve lately become more and more interested in Church and
Medieval history, well, not history per say but interested in early and
medieval thought, especial in the life of the Church. That’s because I like
C.S. Lewis. Lewis, for me is one of the marker stones that I always come back
to for understanding of theology, philosophy and practical Christian life.
Whether it’s Meditations on the Taro, Hermeticism, or Plato, Lewis’ profound
understanding of medieval literature coming from a life devoted to its study is a sure pathway.
Anyway, one thing led to another which led to this interesting essay by Anthony Esolen about friendship and how it has been defiled by arbitrary
and convenient redefinition
His fine essay takes me back to my experiences as a boy
and young man. Mine was, I’m sure fairly typical for men my age – distant parents
who were working hard to make a materially better life for themselves and their
children while at the same time leaving the yeoman’s work of discipline,
direction and affirmation to the schools and the Church and mostly for the kids
to figure out on their own. Our parents came from an age where that was
possible. Boys and young men could possibly have relationships with extended
family and others in the community without much fear of the dangers that plague
families and communities today.
In Captains Courageous, Kipling paints a beautiful
picture of healthy relationships between men and boys, “Tis beautiful to see
how he takes to ut,’ said Long Jack, when Harvey (a 14 year old) was looking
out by the windlass one thick noon. ‘I’ll lay my wage an’ share ‘tis mor’n half
play-actin’ to him, an’ he constates himself he’s a bowld mariner. Watch his
little bit av a back now!’
“That’s
the way we all begin,” said Tom Platt. “The boys they make believe all the time
till they’ve cheated ‘emselves into bein’ men, an’ so till they die – pretendin’
an’ pretendin’”
I think I can state pretty confidently that I’m not the
only man my age that would have benefited greatly from more influence in my
young life from unconfused, honest, older men. I am, at the same time very
thankful for the men that did have an influence on my life like my father and
grandfather. When I was a little older there was a burly German mechanic who
worked for a Porsche racing shop where I hung out every chance I had. A little
later another German Porsche mechanic taught me how to tear down and rebuild
6-cylender Porsche engines and to drink St Pauli Girl and Courvoisier. And, a
little later yet, and most influential was a Pastor who was willing to put up
with this brash, confused and insecure young man. He and I spent many an hour
drinking coffee till my eyes couldn’t focus for the jitters. For his patience
and kindness I will forever be grateful.
This essay and others are pointing to something. Esolen
does a fine job of stating the problem but, as a Christian, what can I do to
make it better instead of wringing my hands, restating the problem and lobbing condemnation
on the media, the politicians and the schools? What is the missing ingredient?
What am I not understanding?
Lately I’m beginning to think that the missing ingredient
has to do with beauty and our response to it.
But more on this later
I was fortunate to have a lot of extended family. We all worked together, one hillbilly helping another. Another really positive influence that I had was an early girlfriend's father. He was a WWII veteran and a machinist. This was long before VHS. He had a projector and copies of Marx Brothers and Stooges movies. He also had a huge reel-to-reel tape player and a collection of great music. His daughter was gorgeous and a good excuse to hang around until we broke up. We all remained friends and on good terms.
ReplyDeleteI dunno, I'm stuck in the hand wringing stage. I wouldn't mind some kid hanging out on the farm and in the shop with me. But I don't see it happening. Maybe grandsons someday. Oh, I can take the son-in-law and potential son-in-law squirrel and rabbit hunting. But this is familial and sporadic.
ReplyDeleteI'd say more factories, mills, and farms is the answer for non-familial mentors but that time may be past.
My people have a saying. Walk in Beauty.
ReplyDeleteOf course. Even the kids understand that.
Probably only frustrating when the sharing of the reality is expressed outside of jots and tittles. Or not getting run out of town for daring to actually be happy about it.
Chalk on the blackboard. Erasers. Still, the rains come, in seasons, mostly.
Hi guys. Apologies for my tardiness in reply.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of the illustrious Stooges, when my son told me his then girlfriend liked them I told him he'd better grab on to that one. He did.
I have become skeptical of macro solutions to social problems regardless of who comes up with them. As Christians, if we will reach out our hand to the one God puts in front of us, I believe that it would do more good than 1000 government programs. Probably do those boys a world of good to take em squirrel hunting, John.
Thanks for the comment, Neal. I suspect (strongly) that you are also in pursuit of beauty. Welcome.