From the Touchstone blog "Mere Comments"


From Anthony Esolen:

We Christians have something to celebrate. Oh, we don't often celebrate these days with the best sense, and our contemporary art sure is lousy, but at least we still remember to celebrate. I wonder what it is like to have lived and never to have stood alongside someone who is not from your family, maybe not from your ethnic group, not from your neighborhood, not from your godforsaken voting bloc -- someone like the young man who sat next to me this morning at Mass, with a hearty, "Hey, Doctor E!" and a handshake -- and to have prayed to Someone and sung about Someone big enough to embrace us all, here and now, long ago and far away, years hence and who knows where. What is it like, I might ask, to live and not to live? Not to know that elation that elevates man beyond man, because it comes from man's creator, who loves him and who has promised him a feast?

How sorry such a life would be! Which makes me think -- or I should say, makes me insist -- that long before we Christians take to the streets in protest, we should take to the streets in song. Let our merriment abash our opponents, before our indignation steels their resolve. Let's take them by a storm of celebration. I have no idea what is stopping us. Surely it can not be our knowledge that we'd probably celebrate with lousy music. Our opponents have lousy music too. They invented most of it, after all, and we picked it up from them. Let's go for the celebration. Not to proselytize; just to pray and sing and be together, outdoors, with people to look on and laugh at us for being the fools we are. Let them. We keep it up, and they'll be fools alongside us too.

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