As evangelical Christians, we have tended to relegate art to the very fringe of life. The rest of human life we feel is more important. Despite our constant talk about the Lordship of Christ, we have narrowed its scope to a very small area of reality. We have misunderstood the concept of the Lordship of Christ over the whole of man and the whole of the universe and have not taken to us the riches that the Bible gives us for ourselves, for our lives, and for our culture.
(Francis A. Schaeffer, Art and the Bible, Ch. 1)
Now, this is a serious challenge to us. It implies that all our life and all our creativity are really to be submitted to Jesus. This is not a new position, of course, nor an evangelical one. It is part of the vow of all religious — obedience implies submission. One must work and act, create and edit, under authority.
Until the enlightenment, this was fairly easy to sort out in Christendom. There was a local lord, generally run by an aristocrat with a staff of varying competence, that gave allegiance to a Monarch. People had places in the system… what used to be called your place or your state. There was some movement — one could advance or fall — but everyone was seen as in some form of submission. The Pope had been dethroned, and after the glorious revolution the monarch (at least in England and Scotland) reigned, but Parliament (and the courts of the church) ruled.
In this situation, to be part of the community was to be married. Straying was shameful: to lose one’s virtue was to be ruined. The best female observer of this world was Jane Austen.
In that world, most of the beauty was done by hand, as it was from time immemorial. Women of the upper classes were taught to draw, to play musical instruments, to manage households, and to read. Drawing, like writing, required a certain acuteness of observation. And this was seen as good.
In fact, all work was seen as good. The use of machineries and the mechanisation of production was seen as decreasing the craft involvement — which led to a reaction which ranged from the pre-raphealites to the arts and crafts movement.
No Christian of any period before about 1920 would have challenged the need for total Lordship. (The issue of marital relationships was generally not an issue for discussion in those days. A woman married and promised to love, honour and obey her husband. Women were married quite young, generally to a man who was a few years older and was either able to provide for her, or had the prospects of doing so in a short time. Then one’s natural desires took care of the rest — Edith Schaeffer, in her wonderful biography Tapestry, notes that she spent some time discussing, down to types of underclothing, how to get a husband to respond to her and not to his mistress (who he had been told to leave — in fact he was told to quit his job so he would not see her).
In this time, we have lost a sense of beauty and the ability to value it. Many people are not taught an art — to draw, to sing, to play an instrument, to write. Instead of being introduced to the most excellent children are shown the appropriate — dumbed down, written by hacks who, like Mayavosky, have sacrificed good taste, talent and sense for ideology:
And if for the time being the filthy stigmas of your “common sense” and “good taste” are still present in our lines, these same lines for the first time already glimmer with the Summer Lightning of the New Coming Beauty of the Self-sufficient (self-centered) Word
(I hope he reads better in Russian. The poem, in English, is shite).
We are left with trying to find beauty in junk.
You see, ideology and theology matter. The closer you are to an accurate description of the world — one that does not need somebody for a 40 minute hate (and Christians, mislabelled as fundamentalists, fulfil that role for many readers of the New York Times) — one that deals with the human condition, for we are both wonderfully glorious and deeply flawed — the better one can live one’s life, and the greater one’s ability to deal with the challenges that will, inevitably, come into your personal experience.
As Christians, some of us get hung up about sex (railing against lust, we forget gluttony), or politics, or correct doctrine, to the point that we cannot see either the work of the Holy Spirit nor the goodness that the other does. We need to have what Will S nicely defined as a non-ecumenical unity: the ability to work together and support each other while acknowledging our differences.
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What does that mean here? I enjoy venting, and this blog allows me to do so. Sometimes unwisely, perhaps, but I generally don’t write 800 plus words unless I am either motivated (or avoiding work). But this is not my life. Raising two teenage boys is my life. Working with mad people is my life. Blogging, playing musical instruments, reading books… are things I enjoy, and I guess are part of my life.
But this is my life at present. And in these circumstances, I have to make the most of every day and opportunity. I cannot wait for some wonderful woman to sweep me off my feet and back into the comfort of marriage — in fact, given the state of the boys and their ages, it is unwise for me start a relationship (I hate the word dating. And I find chatting with people on the internet is to a relationship what a reheated three day old big mac is to real food).
This world is fallen. We have to use discernment in our relationships. Troubling times are coming, and we have to be a witness to all that is true, right, proper, of good report… and I would add we should preserve beauty and honour during this period. We are on this planet to do good and glorify God. With all our talents, and in the circumstances we find ourselves. Or as the gospel said, we should seek his kingdom… and in doing that we may find our other needs and conflicts may be resolved.