It has, for some time, been the hobby of the wealthy to go on lengthy vacations through foreign countries. Most often these people go somewhere “wild” and “exotic,” going to places, typically south of the Equator, and almost always impoverished. They go to Southeast Asia, Africa, Latin America, and the Middle East. But what is really the common denominator between all of the most popular tour destinations? Culture. Tourists, most often, want to see culture in action. They are fascinated by the little rituals and daily motions of these “primitive” peoples.This tourist mentality comes from a very peculiar facet of Western thought, the idea of being “Cultured.” In essence, the notion of being cultured comes from a very good place; a want to understand and relate to people from other countries, ethnicities, and yes, cultures. The idea of becoming “Cultured” was to make you sensitive to other peoples, open your horizons and ease friction between peoples.That all sounds rather nice, doesn’t it?But what does the “Cultured” man do?
Well, first of all, he does an awful lot of sitting. In fact, he spends most of his life sitting. He sits at work, in his car, when he gets home and watches TV, or goes on the internet. He sits a lot. And though he may, and indeed I’d say he probably does, know a great deal about other cultures; as he’s probably been to a sizable number of very exotic countries, from the Mediterranean to the Yucatan, he is missing something quite paradoxical. He, though very “Cultured” is missing a culture.
How can this man, the great, “Cultured,” arbiter of his own existence lack a culture? Did he learn nothing from his travels? Well, to be short; no. He didn’t learn anything from his travels, because they were just that, travels. He was completely shut off from the peoples he saw in his travels, entirely outside of their culture. He may know a great deal about them, but he was a spectator. He watched a melodramatic play of processions and tribal ritual, of prayers and dancing. This man certainly got drunk at the festival, but he did not get drunk because of the festival, in celebration of some old myth, he instead got drunk, and there was a festival. He was outside of it all. And how could he not be? As exciting as it was, it was all meaningless to him. No part of him believed in any of what the people were celebrating.
So, he comes home and he goes back to his sitting. No matter how much he loves that little Mexican village, or that island in Greece, he still has to come back home and sit. But the people in these places, these uncultured types, they don’t go home and sit, the festivals and ceremonies the “Cultured” man witnessed, are their daily lives.
So, what separates the bored, sitting, “Cultured” man, who does the same thing every day, and watches reruns in his free time, and the festive, uncultured, people of those places he visited? The first reaction is to say that it is belief. They believe in their religion and therefore have something to celebrate. But this isn’t quite satisfactory. Today was the Feast of Pentecost, a major feast, the birthday of the Church, the formation of our Ministry as Christians; and I’m sure that many Catholics, even those who believe what the Church teaches with all their hearts, went to Mass, came home, and went about the day as usual. So, it is not belief which changes this boredom. Instead, it is culture.
This is in no way a means by which I presume that there are no good Catholics, however this is where I presume that there is no culture. You see, the Pagans could convert, because they had a culture, they knew what it meant to truly believe things, to celebrate and solemnize them. We, on the other hand, don’t. We are the unfortunate bearers of the non-culture created by the acceptance of relativism. This non-culture comes from our poor attempts at becoming “Cultured.” As we learned more about other cultures, we became apathetic towards our own; devolving into a void of sitting, and watching, and waiting.
How does one get around this? We die a martyr’s death.
Now, I’m not saying that we should just give up, hand ourselves over to be crucified and have hope in Heaven (although, these are not bad things). I’m saying that we need to die to the non-culture. We have to be willing to undergo the painful transformation of belief. This will not be an easy process, for any of us. But if we truly wish to live the faith, we must have a culture, we must live the things we believe. We cannot go about as if everything is normal, we must celebrate, mourn, fast, feast, dance, sing, drink, smile, weep. Indeed, we simply need to be human! And we cannot do that within the non-culture.
So, it is our duty, if we truly wish to again have culture, and thus live our faith, to live as the Church teaches us to. Not just to follow Her bare-minimum precepts, not just to avoid sin, but live the faith. We must feast like kings on Her feast days, starve like the poorest of the poor during Her fasts, pray with true devotion and most importantly be authentic about it all.