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The World’s Desire Print E-mail
By Robert Royal   
Monday, 23 December 2013

Editor’s note:
Let me mostly repeat what I wrote yesterday. I’ve had a long and (some would say) distinguished career as an editor and writer, and had the privilege of working with some remarkable people (William F. Buckley, Jr. was one of those). Yet I consider my time at The Catholic Thing as the peak of my professional life. Not the earnings peak, of course, but there you are. I’m very proud of the men and women who contribute to this site and impressed too by the range of their talents and achievements – by our diversity, as people and as writers. Some may imagine we’re all cut of the same cloth. We aren’t. But we all come together, each in his own way, to praise our Lord. We do that whether writing about the sacraments or history; if we are being upbeat or ‘judgmental.’ And, believe me, we do it all for you. You may not know it, but your comments matter very much to us, although sometimes more than other times. So, please, let’s keep this conversation going. To quote Archbishop Charles J. Chaput of Philadelphia: “For the past five years, against the odds, The Catholic Thing has offered day after day of consistently invaluable Catholic commentary on the world around us and the issues we face as believers. . . . The Catholic Thing is the kind of little miracle that ripples out to touch lives in powerful ways.”
Give what you can, but give now. – Brad Miner

There are two, and only two, rational attitudes towards the Christmas season. One is P.G. Wodehouse’s: “It was December, and another Christmas was at our throats.” (I quote, accurately I hope, from memory). Whether it is the forced fellowship of most Christmas parties or just a sign of my descent into premature curmudgeondom, each year I find myself more and more of this persuasion, as soon as the Thanksgiving leftovers have disappeared.

The other attitude, which I wish I could say is more my own, may be best represented by a man criticized sometimes from the Jansenist/Sourpuss (to quote Pope Francis) chorus within the Christian persuasion:

The Christ-child lay on Mary’s lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright).

G. K. Chesterton may have smoked, drank, laughed, and enjoyed himself more than a certain type of Catholic thinks seemly. At least he was enough of a Catholic that he never tried to argue that his own religious practice should become the rule for the whole Church: that we should, say, draw out particularly uncommunicative Trappists or tell abstemious Franciscans to lighten up a little. He performed the useful service of reminding us – us weary, adult Catholics – that joy and repose either are the very heart of our faith or we may have no true faith at all.

He also reminds us that joy is a true gift, not a brutally sentimental assault at brotherhood once every twelve months or something we earn during the rest of the year by exercise programs, self-improvement schemes, political reforms, or even religious practices. The various princes of this world – and especially the politicians and other demagogues in it – have a lot at stake in making us believe that they can devise technologies for putting real happiness within the reach of human hands. They know that even when such illusions fail, they can offer a new tonic, charge twice as much, and get an even bigger market share of the pursuit of happiness.

The Christian faith is quite different: 

The Christ Child lay on Mary’s breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

Nativity by Francesco Londonino, 1750

True hearts! Who even talks about such things anymore? Even in the Church? We have gone back to an ancient pre-Christian refrain: What is truth? And what are hearts, for that matter? Give us psychology, Prozac, and neuroscience. Above all, let us “take charge of our own lives.” We know what we want.
The Christ Child lay on Mary’s heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world’s desire.)
Many Christians profess this belief, but how many are willing to practice it? St. Thomas More is reported to have said to his judges after they sentenced him to death, “I verily trust, and shall therefore right heartily pray, that though your lordships have now here in earth been judges to my condemnation, we may yet hereafter in heaven merrily all meet together, to our everlasting salvation.” Any man who can think about future merriment and hope for his executioners’ salvation in the shadow of the executioner’s axe can truly claim the name Christian. He knows what the world desires, whether the world knows it or not. 

The faith is such an odd turning of everything we might have expected upside-down, bringing down the high, raising the lowly, that it remains hard to take in, even after years of familiarity. Yet it draws the attention of the whole Creation:

The Christ-child stood at Mary’s knee
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.
If you can find a recording of this poem of Chesterton’s with the English composer Enid Richards’s lovely music, it may provide an oasis of sanity in the holiday onslaught to come. Even more, if you can find the sheet music (it’s in the Oxford Book of Carols) and some friends or family to sit around the piano and sing it together, you may actually discover why the Christ-child came in the first place.

I hope you do. Merry Christmas!

This column first appeared in slightly different form in the December 1996 issue of Crisis magazine.

Robert Royal is editor-in-chief of The Catholic Thing, and president of the Faith & Reason Institute in Washington, D.C. His most recent book is The God That Did Not Fail: How Religion Built and Sustains the Westnow available in paperback from Encounter Books.
The Catholic Thing is a forum for intelligent Catholic commentary. Opinions expressed by writers are solely their own.

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written by Rich in MN, December 23, 2013
Where leads the star on Zion's height?
What song bids Love's referral?
I bow convicted of Zechariah's doubts --
Why changest Thou Burke for Wuerl?
written by Rich in MN, December 23, 2013
Poets, even very, very minor poets like myself, are constantly revising things. I just realized that a much better word than "doubts" would be "slight":

Where leads the star on Zion's height?
What song bids Love's referral?
I bow convicted of Zechariah's slight --
Why changest Thou Burke for Wuerl?
written by Jack,CT, December 23, 2013
Merry Christmas Mr Royal and I wish all my fellow
readers the same especially us regulars. I also
encourage all to give a ittle something to the work
at "The catholic Thing",I may only be able to offer
the same as the size gift one would give a grandchild
but it is the smaller gifts that ADD up to Larger ones!
God Bless All and remember to pick up the newest time
our Holy Father is person of the year!
written by Tully Becket Flynn, December 23, 2013
Love the Catholic Thing. Merry Christmas!
written by JRF, December 25, 2013
I join with all my brothers and sisters in Christ in wishing the contributors to The Catholic Thing a very blessed and Christ filled Christmas and an enlightened 2014. I am a seeker and need sites like TCT, EWTN and WordOnFire to help me grow in my faith. Thanks!

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