I have been enjoying a re-read of The Everlasting Man by
G.K. Chesterton and it has amazed me how much went over my head the first time
I plowed through this book. Maybe that’s
the problem.
Chesterton refuses to be
plowed. Unless you go at it slow enough
to sink the blade of your full attention into each line, phrase, and paragraph,
your time will likely be spent for naught.
I think this is why so few have read or agree to attempt
to tackle his work. Racing through his
chapters thinking you can gloss over the long explanations assuring yourself
they are just “so much wordiness” will get you to the end, but once you are
there, you will very likely say, “So, what was the meaning of all that, anyhow?”
I think of Chesterton as I do dense rich dessert---double
chocolate cheesecake, for instance. Small
bites, slow and easy, savoring every one is the only course to take. In fact, I would advise all readers to read a
chapter or even a half a chapter at a time and let it simmer in your brain for
a day or two before moving on to the next one.
You will be amazed how much you can enjoy thinking about the wonderful concepts
invented by this great literary genius.
Part of the reason I missed “the meaning” the first time
is because I had no knowledge of some of the things he refers to casually, assuming
all readers know what he’s talking about.
This time, having a better personal education of ancient mythology and
philosophies, I finally “get it.” The
Everlasting Man was written to rebut a work done by H.G. Wells, who had written
his own viewpoint of history and how different religions fit into it. Chesterton makes the point in his Preparatory
Note prior to Chapter One, that this is not a work of Catholic
apologetics. He says rather,
“…….this study is not
specially concerned with the differences between a Catholic and a
Protestant. Much of it is devoted to
many sorts of Pagans rather than any sort of Christians; and its thesis is that
those who say that Christ stands side by side with similar myths, and his
religion side by side with similar religions, are only repeating a very stale formula
contradicted by a very striking fact.”
Chesterton hopes to convince the reader that the idea of
comparing Christianity to other “world religions” and philosophies in the form
of “a study of comparative religion” is bogus from the start because he rightly
says “Christianity is unique” and therefore cannot be compared to any other
form of belief or worship.
Why not?
“Right in the middle of all
these things stands up an enormous
exception. It is quite unlike
anything else. It is a thing final like
the trump of doom, though it is also a piece of good news; or news that seems
too good to be true. It is nothing less
that the loud assertion that this mysterious maker of the world has visited his
world in person.”
He continues his conclusion by saying,
“What puzzles the world, and
its wise philosophers and fanciful pagan poets, about the priests and people of
the Catholic Church is that they still behave as if they were messengers. A messenger does not dream about what his
message might be, or argue about what it probably would be; he delivers it as
it is. It is not a theory or a fancy but
a fact.”
And, probably one of my favorite statements is the
following:
“All that is condemned in
Catholic tradition, authority, and dogmatism and the refusal to retract and
modify, are but the natural human attributes of a man with a message
relating to a fact.”
Chesterton believed,
“The religion of the world,
in its right proportions, is not divided into fine shades of mysticism or more
or less rational forms of mythology. It
is divided by the line between the men who are bringing that message and the
men who have not yet heard it, or cannot yet believe it.”
One of my favorite parts of this book is
Chesterton’s assessment of the man in the cave and how he can’t possibly have “evolved”
from apes. And also memorable and
endearing is his description of Christmas, but then I’d be spoiling the
opportunity to share that with you during the upcoming Advent. For now, you’ll have to wait. And wonder.
Wonder is the right word. Chesterton had the heart of a child who never lost his sense of wonder and adventure. That's why I love his novels so much. They are a romp like a schoolboy with a makeshift sword fighting dragons wherever he finds them. Think I will re-read the everlasting man. I love his lampooning of the secularists "strong man" of the tribe.
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