By Heather Judd
Elizabeth was
delighted.
She had never
seen a place for which nature had done more,
or where
natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste.
Pride & Prejudice, Chapter 43
Mrs. Gardiner:
How do you like the house, Lizzie?
Elizabeth Bennet:
Very well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place so happily
situated.
Pride & Prejudice BBC miniseries, Episode 4
Until I visited
Mount Vernon, I had never really thought about Elizabeth Bennet’s comment that
Pemberly, Mr. Darcy’s great house, is “so happily situated.” Standing on the
porch of George Washington’s home, gazing across the lawn to the steep banks
where the Potomac embraces the estate, I immediately comprehended what Lizzie
felt. The house and outbuildings and gardens and all the manmade elements
were magnificent in themselves, but what made them utterly enthralling was how
perfectly they fit with the land. I don’t think I’d ever seen a
place so happily situated.
Ever since, I
have been alert to the ways in which buildings suit their places, or, more
often, to the ways in which they do not. It is ironic, in a country with
as much land as the United States, that so many structures are erected with complete
disregard for the grounds on which they stand. In the past, necessity or
poverty may have driven such decisions, but today it seems most people have
simply lost the aesthetic sense of what we might term natural propriety.
That is, we have numbed our sense of what is proper according to nature.
Constrained by neither poverty nor circumstance, we choose to build sizeable
houses with all the amenities Martha Stewart would recommend on tiny plots
sardined against their neighbors. Few of us would give up these
middle-class mansions for smaller homes carefully situated in concert with
their natural surroundings.
The loss of
natural propriety is more than just an architectural phenomenon, though.
It runs deeply through our culture in other ways. We go to the
grocery store and expect to have access to every food we might possibly desire,
regardless of the time of year or our geographical location (“Why shouldn’t I
have strawberries in Wyoming during December?”). We regulate our days by clock
hours, regardless of the daylight (“Why shouldn’t I set an alarm for 5:30am
during the week and sleep till noon on Saturday?”). We arrange our activities
by convenience, regardless of the conditions of environment or temperature
(“Why shouldn’t I crank up the AC and bake ten dozen cookies when it’s 100
degrees out?”).
The result is an
artificial sense of contentment, manufactured by transforming luxuries into
necessities, or at least into expectations. But the pleasures of these
conveniences are illusory and their detriment real. We are only now
beginning to realize the ill effects attendant with ignoring natural rhythms,
such as the increased
health risks associated with artificial nighttime lighting.
However, the
physical repercussions are only a small part of the problem. Greater is
the spiritual degeneration. The separation from nature, from natural
propriety, does not so much fill the earth and subdue it, as drown out the
rhythms of evening and morning, of times and seasons established by our
Creator. The song we belt out is entitled What I Want, and its
lyrics urge us to “do what your heart tells you” and “indulge your passions”
because “you deserve it.” Such an anything-anytime-anywhere mentality
bulldozes the limits of propriety. Then, because there are no bounds to
what is good and suitable, we end up craving more and more in an effort to satiate
the boundless appetites of consumerism and covetousness.
This insatiable consumption thrives in symbiotic relationship with the rejection of religious ritual. Religion (from Latin religare, to tie fast) binds the worshiper through ritual to the natural proprieties of life in this world. Every religion from paganism to Christianity is steeped in ritual that reflects a natural order. Religion delineates proper times, places, and behaviors. A society that extols its own desires as the ultimate guide cannot tolerate this kind of binding.
This insatiable consumption thrives in symbiotic relationship with the rejection of religious ritual. Religion (from Latin religare, to tie fast) binds the worshiper through ritual to the natural proprieties of life in this world. Every religion from paganism to Christianity is steeped in ritual that reflects a natural order. Religion delineates proper times, places, and behaviors. A society that extols its own desires as the ultimate guide cannot tolerate this kind of binding.
When religion
tries to coexist with a desire-driven society instead of decrying its lack of
propriety, religion, too, ends up resigning its rituals. The
“experiential” worship favored in so many American churches exemplifies this
fact. Rather than following an established rhythm to which the worshiper
must regulate himself, this type of worship tries to feed the worshiper’s
desires and excite his emotion into a moment of ecstatic experience.
Repetition is considered the vehicle of boring, except when it drives
emotion far and fast enough to leave reason in the dust. Crooning “I
could sing of your love forever” in chorus sixteen times almost necessarily
moves the worshiper to miss the crucial point: Why bother saying you could
do it? God has declared you will do it (Revelation 15)!
But that kind of unchanging rational certainty finds little place in
experiential worship. It is a worship focused on my desires rather than
God’s delineations, on now rather than on eternity.
Contrast this
with religion that maintains its liturgical rituals. Liturgy echoes the
natural propriety implanted into creation. Sunrise and sunset vary with the
seasons, yet day follows night again and again. The seasons change, yet the
pattern of autumn, winter, spring, and summer is measured out each year. So,
too, the liturgy is perpetually changing, perpetually the same. The propers
vary, constantly moving us through the Word, yet week after week we pray the
same Kyrie, Gloria, Credo, Sanctus, Agnus Dei. The liturgical seasons—Advent,
Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter, Pentecost, Trinity— change one after the
other, yet these seasons and no others return year after year. Fasting and
feasting each has its place. Celebration and penance each has its season.
The days regulate the seasons, which regulate the years, which regulate
the life. This liturgical rhythm shapes the worshiper’s emotions, embracing
both the changeable now of this world and the unchanging forever of eternity.
For eternity does
not demolish the boundaries of natural propriety. It sets them. From the
perspective of the eternal presence of Christ, God speaks out into His temporal
creation. To this world where nothing can be always and everywhere, He grants
the heavenly bodies for days and for seasons and for years. He declares that
there is a time for everything. He comes to specific places with forgiveness,
first in the sacrificial slaughters at the tabernacle and the temple, then
“when the time was fully come” in the flesh of His Son, and now in that same
crucified flesh through bread and wine.
In eternity, all
that is good is perpetually proper, but in time each good has its own proper
place. This we confess: “It is meet and right so to do.” It is
fitting for this time and place. It is proper, given the nature of who and
where we are. We, creatures of time, submit ourselves to what is suitable now
because it directs our minds outward to eternity.
In the tens of
thousands of days we may live and the hundreds of thousands of miles we may
travel, it is easy to lose that which is good. Thus God gives us the proper
times and the proper places. He gives them not for our confinement but for our
comfort. This is what we feel when we see a house “so happily situated,” and
this, exponentially greater, is what we know when we come to the time and place
of the Eucharistic feast and hear the words of ultimate propriety: “Take, eat.
This is My body, given for you. Take, drink. This is My
blood, shed for you for the forgiveness of sins.”
***
Heather Judd is currently a sister, daughter, and teacher in a classical, Lutheran school in Wyoming. The last of these vocations demonstrates the divine sense of irony since she (a) was homeschooled for her entire K-12 education, (b) only became a classical education enthusiast after earning her B.A. in education, (c) attended just about every denomination except Lutheran growing up, and (d) had never been to Wyoming before moving there for the teaching call. When she is not spending time in the eccentric world of middle school students, she enjoys reading, writing, acting, baking, playing organ, and pondering the mysteries of theology, physics, and literature.
Title Image: "Salisbury Cathedral from the Bishop's Garden" by John Constable, c. 1825
I so appreciated your post today.... I am a Lutheran homeschooling mom and am leading a Bible study in my church right now using the book "Liturgy of the Ordinary" and your post goes along so nicely with this book -- sharing it with my group. :-)
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