
Last evening the four of us got back from a trip to The Alps of Texas. We spent a couple of days crawling the roads around Leakey, Texas, gleaning pecans, playing dominoes and a card game called “Golf” (which, it seems, my dear wife had her heart set on my not winning), clumping around the Rio Frio and some of its tributaries,
sharing disparaging observations about the cowboy churches we passed and the general state of American Christianity, and providing for the local deer the sort of nuisance they have come to expect from Texans with cameras as opposed to the sort of nuisance they have come to expect from Texans with guns.
I didn’t take the wireless laptop because we (rightly) anticipated a loss of phone service and internet access. Imagine my shock as I returned to the blogosphere to find the general hubbub surrounding that fine, fine piece of literature, The Importance of Being Earnest, by those fine and solid separatists of the fundamentalist persuasion still clinging to the timeless virtues of piety, prudence, monogamy, respect for elders, modesty and heterosexuality.
“Oy, vey!” I said to myself.
I more or less anticipated that after being called bumpkins repeatedly, certain fundamentalists would not be quite so eager to provide handy illustrations of what I mean by bumpkin.
So.
I wonder, now that I have read the scattershot defenses of this amateur gigglefest, what have I missed? I shall put the question to the fundamentalists thither and yon: In this play of yours, The Importance of Being Earnest, whatsoever things were there in this theatrical event that were true, honest, just, pure, lovely, and virtuous? Now that you have had ample time to reflect and to distinguish in your cute little fundamentalist way between art and artist, what was praiseworthy here?
What is the good you have to report?
In this play of yours, The Importance of Being Earnest, whatsoever things were there in this theatrical event that were true, honest, just, pure, lovely, and virtuous?
But if we ought to abominate all that is immodest, on what ground is it right to hear what we must not speak? For all licentiousness of speech, nay, every idle word, is condemned by God. Why, in the same way, is it right to look on what it is disgraceful to do? How is it that the things which defile a man in going out of his mouth, are not regarded as doing so when they go in at his eyes and ears—when eyes and ears are the immediate attendants on the spirit—and that can never be pure whose servants-in-waiting are impure?...What you reject in deed, you are not to bid welcome to in word.
The Author of truth hates all the false; He regards as adultery all that is unreal. Condemning, therefore, as He does hypocrisy in every form, He never will approve any putting on of voice, or sex, or age; He never will approve pretended loves, and wraths, and groans, and tears.
Seated where there is nothing of God, will one be thinking of his Maker?
Austin, what are Christians to do when they find themselves "simply wrong"? When they KNOW they are "simply wrong"?Admit it and turn from their error.
Under this philosophy, objections thrive against theatre. The content of drama portrays a false world; it is not real. Morally, the theatre is objectionable in both content and in practice. It serves to arouse emotions that in turn hurt the spiritual life of the spectator. Furthermore, the theatre has no use. It does not function to help people behave morally, thereby does not help them become a righteous people.
(3.2.4) "But in my wretchedness at that time I loved to feel sorrow, and I sought out opportunities for sorrow. In the false misery of another man as it was mimicked on the stage, that actor’s playing pleased me most and had the strongest attraction for me which struck tears from my eyes."
Among us nothing is ever said, or seen, or heard, which has anything in common with the madness of the circus, the immodesty of the theatre, the atrocities of the arena, the useless exercises of the wrestling-ground. Why do you take offence at us because we differ from you in regard to your pleasures? If we will not partake of your enjoyments, the loss is ours, if there be loss in the case, not yours. We reject what pleases you. You, on the other hand, have no taste for what is our delight. The Epicureans were allowed by you to decide for themselves one true source of pleasure—I mean equanimity; the Christian, on his part, has many such enjoyments—what harm in that?
---Tertullian, Apology Ch. 38.
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