Reflecting on the beards of the Red Sox made me think about the Victorians and a concept that was a major preoccupation of that era but that is hardly talked about anymore today: Duty. This is not the same as virtue or morality. Rather, it is the obligation associated with a particular vocation.
The duty of a husband is to be faithful to his wife, support her, and protect her. The duty of a soldier is to obey orders, remain at his post, and hazard his life for his country. The duty of a worker is to do a good job, etc., etc.
Significantly, the place in Luther’s Small Catechism that teaches about vocation, giving the Biblical teachings about “the various holy orders”–such as pastors and laity, rulers and citizens, husbands and wives, parents and children, employers and workers–is called the Table of Duties.
After the jump is William Wordsworth’s “Ode to Duty,” in which the pioneering Romantic poet writes about how he is sick of living just for himself and how he craves “the spirit of self sacrifice.” Maybe our culture will get to that point. [Read more…]