Orthodoxy is not fun.
It is beautiful,
which is different.
Untold damage has been done
under the rubric of making Christianity fun,
The missing education for children these days
Is the simple fact
that joy comes only from beauty
(sometimes at the expense of pain and discipline)
And that is why in a funny age
There is so little joy,
which is a dull inevitability from having exchanged
beauty for thrill,
The Eucharist is the only taste of heaven
in the here and now,
and the Liturgy the only rehearsal
of its language,
Baptism the door that I need to remember,
Orthodoxy is irreplaceable, radically un-exchangeable
and thus, cannot be
even at the expense of loss
of sociological, apparent mass.
(We could, you know, go down the Mad Men trail
of census data and marketing trends
and still hear the same regrets:
"I have bought five yoke of oxen and I must prove them"
"I have married a wife and cannot come"
"Suffer me first go and bury my father"
Sure. Heard that before.
Spend your money on bands and stars, but
only Beauty Will Save the World.)
I had climbed a long ladder to see the top,
and found a fellowship who showed me
the true mountain,
real substance that would not die.
Orthodoxy is true insofar as it is beautiful,
for in Christ alone, truth is beauty
and beauty, truth.
That is, as Keats said,
all ye need to know.