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Showing posts with label Faerie Queene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faerie Queene. Show all posts

Thursday, 23 April 2015

THE FEAST OF ST GEORGE




This was a St George I hadn't yet seen -- by Raphael, no less. Notice that the saint has already broken his lance on the beast, which seems oddly small and with a look on its face almost more conversational than ferocious. He is now going to try again, with his sword this time, and we know he will win.

I was pleased, this morning, to see in the printed edition Prions en Eglise that the Vatican has not quite dared to eliminate George from the calendar. The note on him was a masterpiece of diplomacy: "Died in 303. The name is linked to a Roman soldier martyred under Diocletian. Legend has made of him a slayer of dragons. Patron Saint of England." (The online edition, however, has replaced him with St Adalbert.)

He is, of course, Spenser's Red Cross Knight in Book I of the Faerie Queene, where he is the Patron (both presiding figure and pattern) of Holiness. What is fascinating about Spenser's George is that the Patron of Holiness is both rustic -- not a born knight -- and stumbling: Holiness has to be learnt, it has to be slowly achieved, with many ups and downs. If you have never read the Faerie Queene, I recommend it strongly, at least Book I. It doesn't contain definitions or allegories of holiness: it is itself, in its entirety, an allegory and an image of, an instruction in, holiness. You can't summarize it: the learning about holiness is coterminous with the reading of the whole book, with its irresistible stories and characters (including Error: a hideous serpent with a human face that vomits books). The language is a little archaic and was so already in Spenser's time; but it is easily mastered, and the whole is the best of good reads. And if you do, ask yourself at the end what you have learnt about holiness. What is it? What image of it do you have in your mind now?

If Redcrosse, the "clownish (i.e. rustic, hayseed) young man" can be picked for the adventure of saving the maiden and her parents from the Dragon, who are we to say that we couldn't be? There are dragons enough in the world today.

P.S. A few years ago, the annual Medieval Congress at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo sold their best-ever conference T-shirt: a dragon sitting under a tree, surrounded by bits of chivalric hardware and idly picking its teeth with a lance. The inscription read: DRACO INTERDUM VINCIT ("Sometimes the dragon wins" . . . . . )

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

THE JOY OF THOUGHT



Today is the Feast of St Anselm of Canterbury, the first to offer an ontological proof of the existence of God. What I found particularly pleasing was that this proof, so far from being an outmoded relic of medieval primitivity, was picked up and elaborated by one of the 20th century's greatest mathematicians, Kurt Gödel. As a Bear of Very Little Brain, I have never been any good at either philosophy or mathematics -- to my great regret, since I understand just enough to glimpse the extraordinary beauty that expert practitioners find in both. However, in the explanation given here, I think I can just follow it, and find it deeply pleasing.

I have cited Benedict XVI a number of times in this blog. I'm an Anglican, not a Roman, Catholic, but Benedict has always impressed me greatly by the quality of his thought and by the fact that he has always directed that thought to the relation of faith and reason in our time -- a problem far more important than the interminable arguments about sexuality and reproduction that seem to obsess churches these days. St Anselm might well be adopted as the patron saint of such endeavours.

In the little daily publication I subscribe to, Prions en Eglise, the admirable Sr Emmanuelle Billoteau recently wrote that in this Eastertide where we read Acts and the Gospel of John, we might fruitfully ponder the language we use to one another as Christians. What, she said, do we talk about among ourselves? What, in other words, do we use our minds on? I once frequented a small charismatic community of considerable devotion and spirituality; but I left them, saying to their leader that they seemed to regard God as having created every part of them except their intelligence.

In Spenser's Faerie Queene the Red Cross Knight, stumbling Patron of Holiness, in mortal combat with the serpent Error, is urged by Una, his companion, to "add faith unto your force!" We might suitably adapt this as an injunction to add thought unto our faith, at the highest level we can manage.

Friday, 7 February 2014

PRAYERS FOR THE DEAD



Sir Thomas Browne, recounting the (mildly) heretical beliefs of his younger years, mentions this: “A third there is which I did never positively maintaine or practice, but have often wished it had been consonant unto Truth, and not offensive to my Religion, and that is the prayer for the dead; whereunto I was inclined from some charitable inducements, whereby I could scarce containe my prayers for a friend at the ringing of a Bell, or behold his corpes without an oraison for his soule: 'Twas a good way me thought to be remembred by Posterity, and farre more noble then an History.” This came into my mind – as it often does – when my sister-in-law died a few days ago after what the press not unjustly calls a long battle with cancer. (Curiously, the same press never mentions such a battle as having been won, though an increasing number are.) It is a natural impulse, if one is in any way religious, to pray for the dead.
Catholics have no problem doing so: it has always been part, not only of private devotion but of the Mass itself. It is based on two doctrines: the existence of Purgatory and the Communion of Saints.
Purgatory, between Hell and Heaven, is the Church’s answer to the very natural question, “If I have faith in Christ’s resurrection and saving grace, but am still far from Heaven-ready when I die, how is that contradiction solved?” You will, says the doctrine, spend time – perhaps a very long time – in an intermediate dimension where, as the name suggests, you will be purged, purified, cleansed, and made ready for the eternal Presence of God.  And that purging will undoubtedly be painful. Reading Book I of Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene, one sees the protagonist, Redcrosse, being purged, at his own request, in the House of Holiness by the wise physician Patience, and a dire experience it is:

In ashes and sackcloth he [Patience] did array
  His [Redcrosse’s] daintie corse, proud humors to abate,
  And dieted with fasting euery day,
  The swelling of his wounds to mitigate,
  And made him pray both earely and eke [also] late:
  And euer as superfluous flesh did rot
  Amendment readie still at hand did wayt,
  To pluck it out with pincers firie whot,
That soone in him was left no one corrupted jot.

And bitter Penance with an yron whip,
  Was wont him once to disple [discipline] euery day:
  And sharpe Remorse his hart did pricke and nip,
  That drops of bloud thence like a well did play;
  And sad Repentance vsed to embay [bathe]
  His bodie in salt water smarting sore,
  The filthy blots of sinne to wash away.
  So in short space they did to health restore
The man that would not live, but earst lay at deathes dore.

In which his torment often was so great,
  That like a Lyon he would cry and rore,
  And rend his flesh, and his owne synewes eat.
  His owne deare Vna hearing euermore
  His ruefull shriekes and gronings, often tore
  Her guiltlesse garments, and her golden heare,
  For pitty of his paine and anguish sore;
  Yet all with patience wisely she did beare;
For well she wist [knew], his crime could else be never cleare.

For Catholics, praying for the dead in Purgatory helped them both by shortening their stay and strengthening their patience and hope.
            But Redcrosse’s purging takes place during his lifetime: the Reformation abandoned belief in Purgatory on the grounds that as we are saved not by our efforts but by God’s freely-given grace, those who are saved will be admitted to Heaven at once. (Hence Browne’s slightly embarrassed insistence that his impulse to pray for the dead was a youthful folly, later corrected.)
            Anglicans, as usual, walk a middle way, and do so in a carefully-maintained fog. The first Book of Common Prayer, of 1549, contained prayers for the faithful departed, but in the more radical 1552 version, and subsequent ones, these were dropped. Anglo-Catholics, however, do pray for the dead, and in a number of middle-of-the-road Anglican and Episcopalian churches this is practiced.
            One of the reasons this can continue to be done is the doctrine of the Communion of Saints, which states that there is – here, now, and always -- a continuum, an essential unity, beteen the faithful of all times and generations. This enables us to address both St Francis de Sales, say, and our recently-departed loved ones: we are in “communion” with them. Of course, this raises the question “What kind of ‘prayer’ can we address to anyone other than God?”
            Again, Catholics have no problem here: we can ask those who have gone before, especially those whom the Church has recognised as models of faith (the “Saints” with a capital S), to intercede for us, put in a good word for us, with God. Again, the Reformation refused this and claimed that while we can venerate the Saints, we cannot pray to anyone but God Himself.  What does this mean in “praying for” the dead? Muslims say, when mentioning the departed from the Prophet downward, “Peace Be Upon Him”.
            What we tend to do – and it is a pretty widespread impulse – is to think, or say, something like “Lord, take this person to You, receive him or her to Your presence and into your love.” And I think that most of us don’t do so with any sense of danger that if we don’t pray for X, X will not be received by God; I think we do it in the trust that X will be so received, but also with the desire to be there for X in these final moments, to add the extra energy of our love and affection to the progress of that soul. Which is really what all prayer for others is and does.