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  • Truth Be Told

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    Finding God Beyond Harvard: The Quest for Veritas.
    By Kelly Monroe Kullberg. InterVarsity Press, 2006.

    Kelly Monroe Kullberg has had quite an adventure. As founder of the Veritas Forum, Kullberg has used her gift with words to capture audiences, invoke thoughtful discussion, and, most recently, share a story of trials, hard work, and hope-a story that starts-where else?-at Harvard.

    In her most recent book, Finding God Beyond Harvard, Kullberg reveals the joys and successes of the Veritas Forum, which she founded fourteen years ago. The Forum, which strives to act as a venue for students and faculty to engage in discussions about Truth and Christ, is now in place at over fifty universities across the country. In the book, Kullberg weaves her story of personal spiritual growth with the account of the Forum’s development. We should not be too surprised that as she was building this new program, she was personally grappling with issues of the highest importance-love, feelings of uncertainty, and the relief of redemption.

    Kullberg begins her story by painting an image of her first encounter with Harvard itself, where, as a Divinity School student, she faced a culture of extreme tolerance “except that for which Harvard College was founded-In Christi Gloriam-Jesus Christ’s glory” (pg 30). As she works with other universities for the Veritas Forum, Kullberg discovers that many other major institutions have similar foundations that they have abandoned. While visiting Dartmouth, Kullberg encounters a chapel located in the heart of the campus, which featured stunning stained-glass windows depicting Christ’s life. The windows, however, had been covered by dry wall because a group of students felt offended by the images. Similarly, she finds that several other prominent universities promoted education influenced by the Christian faith in their original charters but today no longer acknowledge their religious roots. They have figuratively plastered over their founding purpose.

    Today these universities seem to view the principles on which they were founded as simply historical accidents-conditions that made Christianity the focus at the time. But what colleges seem to forget is that the search for Truth, for Veritas, was closely linked to the academic mission of these universities when they were founded. Their mottos were salient reminders to faculty and students of their everyday purpose. A common element in these mottos was that Truth was ultimately held in a higher power; that theology had to be considered to engage with the full picture of Truth. Today, colleges seem to have abandoned this ever-important, yet lofty search for Truth, and consequently jettisoned Christianity as well.

    But Kullberg has dedicated herself to the original purpose of many of these universities, including that of Harvard-Veritas. Her vision of truth is apparent on every page, and her selfless goal to allow this truth to be revealed in her book is clear. Lessons of forgiveness, love, sacrifice, and humility seep through the pages, yet Kullberg never seems overbearing or too imposing. As a woman who values academia, Kullberg shows intolerance for deceit and ignorance, yet at the same time displays an unwavering compassion for those who have not yet discovered the truth.

    The Veritas Forum soon featured influential Christian scholars and speakers, including author Madeleine L’Engle, philosopher William Lane Craig, and Condoleeza Rice, who was, at the time, the provost at Stanford. Kullberg tells stories of students becoming engaged by the intellectual discussions concerning Christianity and the impact of these conversations. Through tales of personal experiences, speakers such as Craig were able to reach students on a deeper level, and, as Kullberg explains, when “other Christian philosophers and scientists are allowed to use reason and to include their personal experience, it is hard to find a willing opponent, and there is rarely a contest” (pg 94). While this certainly does not mean each discussion led to conversion for non-believers, it does indicate that Christianity can have a place in the forum of academia. Kullberg has shown us that we can rationally discuss and advocate a theological Truth, remaining faithful to an honest and humble quest for Veritas while avoiding proselytizing.

    One of the most personal passages in Finding God Beyond Harvard is the chapter entitled “Knowing and Believing.” In this section, Kullberg recalls several events in her life that have helped define her personal motivations and beliefs. She remembers an evening where she and several other graduate students discussed the wonders of the universe and the concepts of creation and the Big Bang. Although several physics students excitedly shared how they are able to explain the Big Bang and measure time back to the universe’s conception, an M.I.T. student stated: “The only problem with that theory is that there was no time, energy, matter, or space before the Big Bang. It’s all a consequence, not a cause. The first cause had to be immaterial, omnipotent, and genius” (pg 135). Students seem to yearn for disucssions about the highest things, which intensifies Kullberg’s enthusiasm for the cause of the Veritas Forum.

    Kullberg continues to describe how God’s love has saved her time and again, and how her faith has helped her through turbulent times in her personal life outside her work with the Veritas Forum. Near the beginning of the Forum, Kullberg began a relationship that lasted six years but never resulted in marriage. She discusses the pain and healing that she experienced as a result of the failed relationship, and shows how God worked through her trials to increase her commitment and vision for the Forum. As she began to forgive, she discovered how much she depended on others and on God’s grace. “God was asking me to live forwardly,” she says, “to be reestablished in love… I sensed him asking me to take him at his word, to believe in his sovereignty and power beyond my own mistakes” (pg 150).

    Kullberg never offers a true alternative to the increasing secularization of college campuses, but she does clearly suggest how Christian students should promote Veritas. She remarks that “Veritas is a new way of seeing and living. It begins with the humility to say that we know little on our own.” This is perhaps the most difficult concept that Kullberg presents. As Harvard students, we sometimes revel in our intelligence and take pride in our accomplishments. Kullberg, however, argues that we ought to replace pride with humility in order to display the love and light of Christ, who embodies the Truth. Only with an attitude of humility can we truly show love toward others and pursue knowledge that is much greater than ourselves. For Kullberg, then, the first step toward Truth-and the embodiment of Kullberg’s personal life and dedication to the Forum-is to cultivate humility.

    As students at one of the most influential universities in the world, we are called to be the light in the world of learning, and to foster a sense of knowledge and intelligence combined with the Truth that Christ offers. As Harvard students, we should not leave our pursuit of academic excellence behind, but as Kullberg makes clear, we must also not make that our main focus.

    By uniting the quest for truth in academia with the realization of Veritas in Christ, Kullberg’s organization has captured the hearts and minds of students across the world. Finding God Beyond Harvard is a book that examines this connection and delves into Harvard’s reasons for abandoning its Christian foundation. It should also make people think more deeply about the simple, single-word motto of the university that is emblazoned everywhere on this campus- Veritas. It is the one word that still remains from the original motto of Harvard University: “Veritas Christo et Ecclesiae,Truth for Christ and the Church. And it might lead readers to wonder if perhaps the reason Veritas still shines today is that those unspoken words are inextricably tied to the very core of Truth.


    Alee Lockman ’10 is a first-year student in Grays Hall.

  • Verdict on Vendetta

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    V for Vendetta. Dir. James McTeigue.
    Screenplay by Andy Wachowski and Larry Wachowski. Warner Brothers, 2005.

    Open a newsmagazine and see the terrified faces of Sudanese refugees and grisly scenes from Iraq. Open a history book and read about the violent crimes committed in the 20th century alone. Then listen to the language of our “safe” society. Hear the micro-murder with every word of slander and hatred towards individuality. The world tries to oppress individuality with words; if this does not work, it uses action. Always know that a dark force seeks to rule this world, smothering life and creativity. Suddenly, every act of creativity seems like a noble act of counter-terrorism.

    A film that addresses this attempt to oppress and veil individuality should be applauded, for such a message can never be outdated. However, V for Vendetta, the futuristic action film based on David Lloyd’s graphic novel of the same name, should receive only a modicum of applause in this area. It does not deserve much more.

    V for Vendetta, with a screenplay by the creators of the Matrix movies, the acclaimed Wachowski brothers, certainly has noble intentions. It takes the frame of the Guy Fawkes story and fleshes it out in a futuristic setting. That same narrative, the film tries to say, can be the story of any society or person. Fawkes, the English Catholic rebel who in 1605 tried to blow up the Protestant-dominated Parliament, serves as the archetypal man of mettle who stands up to an oppressive regime. In the first moments of the film, we see his shadowed face creeping through the tunnels beneath Parliament; the droves of guards who overtake him as he valiantly swings his saber, but in vain; his defiant pride at the scaffold, and his wife’s despair as we watch his lifeless body swing from the noose. A few centuries pass. We find ourselves in 21st century England amidst a new government and new rebels. The Conservative Party has taken over the country. It has marked non-Christians, homosexuals, political activists and dissidents, and excessively “creative” art as “undesirable” elements of society. Party members are wooed by the idea of a better political, cultural, and genetic England. They must swear loyalty to the government and bear the constant fear of accusations of sedition. Only one man has the strength and courage to face up to this totalitarian regime. His tall, muscular figure is veiled by a dark cape. A white mask hides his scarred face. He has vowed vengeance on the leaders of England, and he has the power to destroy all of them. He leaves a red rose behind with each of his victims. He calls himself V.

    Keep watching the film, and you will find some curiously familiar themes. Is the description of the totalitarian government and its internment camps for “undesirables,” for instance, reminiscent of something you learned in European history class? Or perhaps V’s appearance-white mask, black cape, red rose in hand-is strikingly similar to that of an elusive man in an opera house who has been known to sing well? Vendetta is also riddled with allusions to Shakespeare, The Count of Monte Cristo, and 1984. Such references to eminent literature, works of art, and moments in history have the potential to develop a weighty film indeed. Unfortunately, Vendetta fails to do more than contain this mélange of allusions to great things. It is no great thing itself.

    For if Vendetta has one artistic flaw (and I would argue it has many more), it is the film’s misguided and maladroit effort to make a significant and subtle commentary on the human condition. The Wachowski brothers attempt to deliver a “deep” message about the resiliency and ability of the human spirit to endure and rise above suffering, but they flounder and drown in the process. They seek to make symbolism the film’s foundation. Unfortunately, the symbolism is often frustratingly obvious and cliché. For instance, when V takes Evie, the heroine played by Natalie Portman, outside for the first time since her internment and torture, rain pours onto the rooftop where she stands. She lifts her face to the sky, looking pitiably cold in her meager prison uniform, but unafraid of the discomfort. Lighting flashes in the distance, and she raises her arms in a gesture of empowerment and joy. She is a new person, “without fear” as V phrases it, baptized after her trial in prison. Rain falling, lightning flashing, protagonists standing on a roof, religious symbolism-seems like a common recipe for a cliché scene. At another point in the film, we see that V has been literally “baptized with fire” to become the quasi-super-hero that he is. Such scenes are intended to stir up wonder and empathy among the audience. But when the intent of the filmmakers is so obvious, the symbolism so formulaic, it achieves the opposite response. This audience member, for one, felt empathy only for Portman, as she struggled to save an action flick’s sorry attempt at subtlety.

    Vendetta takes another swing with its saber and misses when it appears to accuse Christianity and conservatism of leading to totalitarianism. The lack of subtlety is almost humorous here, for the film’s creators fail to distinguish between these three very different concepts. In Vendetta, Christianity consists of hatred towards homosexuals, non-Caucasian ethnicities, non-Christian religions, and anyone who tries to point out that this intolerant attitude is misguided. As a Christian, it is sad to see this portrayal of hate being nurtured in the name of Love. But the Wachowski brothers pull Vendetta in such disparate directions-subtle commentary and shoot-’em-up action (the latter wins, of course)-that the audience hardly has time to mull over the film’s portrayal of Christianity. Indeed, lack of a nuanced approach does not allow the Wachowskis to present a cogent argument against the faith, if this is indeed their intention. The film takes a few cheap shots, but they are simply too cliché and juvenile to be troublesome. For example, there is a malevolent bishop who likes to sleep with little girls and is in league with the government’s plot to use “undesirables” as scientific experiments. So, we are presented with a corrupt child molester who calls himself a man of God. After seeing this especially anti-Catholic clergyman, we are supposed to take a cheap laugh at the Catholic Church.

    The film has a few other cynical moments towards Christianity, including one cantankerous television host’s assertion that “God is on our side,” as he proceeds to berate homosexuals and Muslims. But ultimately, the film uses its critiques of Christianity as clumsily as it uses literary allusions and symbolism. Vendetta is no threat to its audience’s faith. And by the final scene, the film demonstrates that its intention is beneficent, if still misguided. A fantastic mass of black capes and white masks gather to watch Parliament explode (the earlier work of our hero). As fireworks erupt from the building, people remove their masks one by one. We see the chief investigator (a superb performance by Steven Rea), Evie’s executed uncle, the prisoners of the concentration camps; every citizen, alive or dead, is free to be “unmasked,” to find his individual identity, following the destruction of the regime. Vendetta suggests that “unmasking,” then, is the source of fulfillment and peace for society. A Christian would not argue with this. But a Christian would insist that the route to unmasking is not through violence, defiance against authority, or even ardent individualism. Rather, it is through Christ that we find our identities. Christ is the true hero. Christ has the power to overcome an oppressive and sinister regime. Christ takes off our masks and lets us be who we are created to be.

    Unfortunately, V for Vendetta cannot reconcile its cynicism with a Christian perspective. It offers its audience pessimism, flashy explosions, and excellent acting while bringing attention to various social and religious issues. In other words, it brims with blockbuster potential. So if it carries a winning formula in its pocket, why does it never use it? The screenplay’s lack of subtlety hinders Vendetta from excellence. If it had a more nuanced approach it might avoid, among other things, making trite generalizations about conservatism and Christianity. But if Vendetta tried to be truly thoughtful, it likely would have fewer explosions and less gore. And that might be awfully dull for today’s average audience.


    Carol Green ’09 is an English and American Literature and Language Concentrator in Adams House.

  • The Roses: A Triptych

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    I.

    THREE LOOKS OUT OF A WINDOW1

    1.

    In October my daughter Mercedes had her baby. Aileen had sent me a pattern for a baby poncho, and I was at the window seat crocheting little blue roses onto the ends. Outside the sky was red with the coming of night.

    The bay window looked out onto the Hollis Plaza. At five o’clock in the evening the plaza was empty except for a man and a young woman on a bench. I saw the tops of their heads. She was blonde; he had dark hair. The man held out a hand and a white rose. Paper dark with fish grease tumbled over the stones and caught in his feet. He kicked it away.

    I pressed my face to the window, my nose against the glass. The girl turned her head away from the man and covered her face with her hands, and I saw that she was crying a little. I thought, How sweet! and I called to Charles, Look, come over here! Charles came to the window grumbling. His favorite program was on, the antiquing show. He said, Some teacher’s brought in a Welch chess board, Mildred, so hurry up about it.

    I said, Charles look he has a white rose and she is crying, she can’t even look at him! Do you remember when you proposed to me? I cried so hard!

    Charles said, Yes Mildred I remember. He went back to his program.

    I sighed and thought, How romantic it all is! I yelled to Charles, It’s just like one of those old black and white movies! Do you remember when La Belle et la Bête came out, and we went to see it at the Bronx movie house, and you kissed me at the end of it?

    Charles didn’t answer. I heard the music from the television playing.

    There was another woman watching from the window across the way, above the port cochere. I didn’t know her. She had white hair like mine, with silver in it. We smiled at each other, nodding and thinking, Oh how beautiful it all is!

    Below, the girl’s eyes were like water stars, shimmering and wet.

    2.

    It had started to snow; the clouds slid about in the sky. The ground was white as paper. Watching from the other side of the glass, I thought of the snow globe Charles had brought me from his trip to Paris, the year before we were married. I still had it on my dresser. Now the girl was holding her forearms in front of her face. He was gripping them, shaking her. It might have been that she was shivering; I couldn’t be sure. It had been a rather cold winter. I thought they might have been yelling, but the window kept out the sound.

    There were pigeons pecking at the ground. I called out, Charles, come over here, I think something terrible is happening. Charles yelled back at me to mind my own damn business.

    Charles, you really need to see this! I said.

    Stay out of it, Mildred! he yelled back.

    I tried to open the window to call down to them, but it was frozen shut. The woman across the way was peering down. I looked at her and she looked back.

    I heard the phone. I yelled, Charles, pick it up! It kept ringing. I was worried it was Mercedes about the baby. He wouldn’t eat; when I had seen her on Saturday she was drawn and tired. I hurried into the kitchen to answer it.

    3.

    The Plaza was empty. The girl was not there, and it was a blizzard outside. The street lamps had turned on. The man came walking back slowly into view. He was huddled. He crossed the window frame, the snow bearing down on him like lead. I could not be sure it was even him. Sometimes the snow plays tricks on the eyes. He looked up toward my window, noticing me then. He turned his palms upward like an offering. His hands were red from the cold, and he looked quite flushed; his cheeks were raw and exposed. But the frost was collecting on the edges of window, and after a moment all that remained was a damp spot in the center, filmy from my breath. He hurried out of my little glass circle, looking down again at his feet. I was uneasy about it. I thought I might go downstairs to the Plaza, but then I remembered my coat was in the TV room, and I didn’t want to bother Charles.

    The other woman was still at the window. But I saw her turn away. She turned off her lights. I was relieved to see her go.

    She had seen it too. And as there was no trouble outside for her, there was none for me.

    I went back to crocheting. I still had six flowers to make.

    1Title taken from a poem by William Stafford

    II.

    THE SHOVEL AND THE ROSE

    After finding the ring in the bar of soap I told Herb there were two things I needed to do before I married him: get the shovel out of the lake and take the red rose from Danny.

    Herb looked at me in his brittle, self-effacing way and said, didn’t I love him?

    The soap had begun in the shape of a pink mollusk shell. He had given it to me on Valentine’s Day five weeks before, and it had taken me all that time to wear it down to a nub at its center.

    Herb said if I didn’t love him just to tell him right then and there so we could be done with it.

    I told him of course I loved him, but if he could wait five weeks just for me to find the ring, he could wait a little longer for me to say yes.

    Herb stood there like a split walnut, blinking his eyes underneath his glasses. After a minute or two he said yes, yes, he supposed it had to be done.

    By then I was thirty-one, and there were only two things after all that time I still regretted: the shovel and the rose. Twenty-four years before, I had left the rose in a classroom and the shovel under the dock, and I wanted them back.

    I told my aunt Lanette that Herb had proposed, but I was leaving to find the rose first. She was running the hose in the garden at the time. She promised to make my wedding dress while I was gone. I told her to remember the lace, and to start with the sleeves short and make them longer from there, in case it took me a while to come back.

    Danny and I took art lessons together in grade school. Sometimes he would sort pieces of confetti into patterns and give them to me on oaktag. That was when I fell in love with him. He had a sacred, choir-boy’s voice, and when he said in that soft way of his, did I love him, I told him yes, I thought I did.

    But when he had given me the red rose I was frightened, and I had given it back. I said I was too young. I said he would have to wait a little while. Danny said, how long? and I told him I didn’t know. He waited three months but then one day he was gone, to South America with his father. Someone said he’d moved to Ecuador, but I wasn’t sure where that was.

    I got in my car and drove to the last place I could remember. The school was still there, but it had older walls and more children. Their footsteps clapped on the hallway tiles. In the art room there were eight students; they sat at high counters, instead of the folding tables we had used. They were painting with watercolors kept in little white pots. I didn’t know what had happened to the markers, the ones that smelled like chocolate and watermelon.

    Danny was sitting at the far counter with the rose, its petals fanned out to one side so that it looked top-heavy. It had died a long time ago. He stood when I came in and said, Hello Jolaine, it’s been a long time. He was taller, and I couldn’t tell if I was in love with him or not anymore. But then I saw he had a ring on his finger and a gilded little boy next to him. I had made him wait too long.

    I told him, I shouldn’t have given you back the rose, Danny. I’ve thought about it all this time.

    Well, that is the way of things, isn’t it, he said. But I could hear it in his voice; I had been forgiven.

    I took the rose. We shook hands, and he said, I’ll be seeing you then, although we both knew it wasn’t true.

    The lake had gotten old while I was gone, and the water had turned black. It was September, and the beach was all slanted shadows and emptiness. My heels stuck in the sand like taffy. It was slow going, but I made it to the shore. The dock was far away. I had to cup my hand above my eyes to see it, because the sun was very bright.

    My sister and I had played a game near the dock in August, many years before. One of us would hide a little plastic shovel in the water, and the other dove down to find it. The idea was that eventually if it was not found the shovel would rise to the surface, and then the game would be lost.

    There had been stories that once-long before we had gotten there-a man had drowned below the dock, while tying the buoys with yellow rope. When it had been my turn to find the shovel, I had thought of this story and was frightened. I couldn’t see the shovel; the water made yellow and green freckles in my eyes. I was very far down, and I could feel the seaweed putting spells on the bottoms of my feet.

    I was almost out of air when I saw the glass face, deep below me in the water. I swallowed the lake in gulps. The bubbles caught inside my throat. The lifeguards blew their whistles and paddled out to get me on yellow boards with red crosses.

    Afterwards I thought: it was probably a fish. But we had left the shovel underneath the water, and we never went back for it.

    I had learned how to swim the crawl stroke at age eleven, and I still remembered it after all this time. My fingers split the lake into five parts in front of me. The water made a sound like pearl grease as I moved through it.

    My sister had gone back once too. She had walked dripping into my house, smelling of the lake, and she said, Jolaine, you’ll have to go back, I couldn’t find it. That was the day I told Herb about the shovel.

    I found the shovel caught in the seaweed. It had not come to the surface after all. Around it the water was wrinkled like an old newspaper. I thought it must not have moved in twenty-four years.

    I saw the glass face too. But it smiled at me, and I waved as I kicked back to the surface, the water falling into blossoms below me.

    When I got back Herb was sitting in a chair reading the stock quotes. My white dress was on the table. The sleeves were at three-quarters with lace around the cuffs. He looked up at me only a little surprised and said, So that’s it then?

    I said yes, yes, that’s it.

    I went to go try on my dress.

    III.

    THE ANGEL PROJECT

    They gave us three angels each. They were made of plaster and were painted in pink. They said, put them on trash piles, on the sides of bridges, at bus stops, they said put these around the city, anywhere you’d like. They are angels to inspire people.

    We prayed around them in circles of four, and there were three hundred of us, together. I did it because I thought it would help me get you back, the angels and all that praying.

    1. THE FIRST ANGEL

    It was a Thursday, I think. A blue pick-up truck was at the stoplight-it was the truck you used to drive. The street lamps had not been lit yet, and there was still that indigo sky, the kind you named your dog after. It stretched very far above me. This color I had seen only once before, lying on the hood of your car with my head on your stomach.

    I thought surely you would come back. You always said you would. I kept thinking of the day I would turn around and you would be there in the kitchen door in your green boots, all wet from the rain. It would be many years after you’d left and you would not tell me why you had gone, and I would not ask. We would just keep going.

    The wind came. It braided the leaves into eights and lifted my hair, and I thought I saw you. But the truck drove away when the light changed.

    2. THE SECOND ANGEL

    In Court House Square there is a man who used to play the violin every day. It had only one string. I’m sure you don’t remember, after all this time. He could not play more than seven notes, and it was not at all beautiful. It made the sound of an old bus, when its brakes fall apart. But I fell in love with you anyway, in the Square listening to this man with his violin.

    For a while after you left I made myself go past to hear how the sound had changed. It drifted, like lanterns through dark hallways.

    There was the day when I knew you were not coming back. Pietra was very angry with me for loving you still, in that same way I always had. She said parts of me were passing away a little at a time. I said, yes, perhaps. My hair had grown white at the ends, although I was still very young. I remember after she left, I said to the man with the violin: You know, I fell in love with Edmond somewhere between two of your notes. The man did not know English, I think. He smiled and nodded his head, saying, yes, Edmond, Edmond. I said to him, Do you remember Edmond? and he kept nodding and said again, yes, Edmond, Edmond.

    I saw that it had never been a song for you and me, really. It was just a story about a man sitting alone, on a red bench after dinnertime.

    3. THE THIRD ANGEL

    I kept the third angel for you, Edmond. There were rules against keeping them ourselves but I did it anyway. You were always angry with me for following the rules. I wrapped it in tissue paper and kept it under your uniform in the hall closet.

    I left in the middle of the night. It was very warm out. I took off my jacket and left it on the side of the road. I was in my nightgown still, I don’t even think I had any shoes on, can you imagine that? I left just like that, even though I thought, I won’t make it home again without any shoes.

    There was that sky again, with its near-hazel rim, and the dust rose into a veil behind me.


    Victoria Sprow ’06 is an English and American Literature and Language graduate from Pforzheimer House. As a Mitchell Scholar, she is currently studying for her Masters degree in Creative Writing at Trinity College, Dublin.

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    casually
    i invited this
    casualty
    in the battle for my soul

    nauseously
    i regret not stepping
    cautiously
    through the enemy’s minefield

    painfully
    i look up once more
    disdainfully
    at this mountain from which i fell

    yet again


    Marie Janette Laperle ’06

  • A poem takes to sky

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    Sky happened today, in the middle of the black night
    With my gentle radio, sitting crossed at the computer. Sudden patch of sky!
    Loved it, loved it. It was a stretching of arms over water
    It was a canopy space above my roof
    It was arching like a sprout of water!
    Loved, loved it. It was you laughing, over the wires
    It was white slipping over night
    I imagine hawks holding trees
    Twirling the world slowly in strong talons,
    Racing pylon cables crashing through the seas.
    Every word of yours is exclamation, they say, Look! Look!
    I have never been
    Happy before. There are better places. I wanted to pack my things,
    I wanted the smell of coats, the screeching of wheels
    Against the tarmac floor; I wanted wings,
    Wings to soar. I wanted to cut the sky in white lines. Teaching
    Me new places. There was a smile
    a mile wide on my face. A swaddled coat with woollen collar over my dusty skin.
    I’m growing thin, I can hear my heart hammering through the wool.
    We will one day live off air, just air
    In a suitcase.


    Judith Huang ’09

  • Bankrupt

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    I can’t feel my life anymore
    There is triumph in
    no-thing to nothing
    And
    I knew You

    Lost in the cadence of
    Mireless laughter and the
    peace and sting of
    -“it doesn’t matter”

    does it?

    Life ebbs and chaffs
    Only dry fatigue and
    Endless songs with ghost refrain
    Words that re-it-er-ate of
    Sunday school simplicity

    Please- No More

    The cruel rhapsody of
    cantabrigian nights
    Wallowed in 12 o’clock sadness.
    And the cadence of chains rub against
    Blisters of shame and sadness.

    What I would give to be okay
    Though it seems
    That I may –

    Should I?
    yet

    Who would know the ceaseless wane
    Of these cantabrigian days
    Or the cadence of
    – mireless chains and
    ghastly slaves
    Lost in the rhapsody of
    12 o’clock gray


    Albert Hwang ’08

  • What Now?

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    I saw the face of Jesus in a little orphan girl.
    She was standing in the corner on the other side of the world.
    And I heard the voice of Jesus gently whisper to my heart,
    “Didn’t you say you wanted to find me?
    Well here I am, here you are.
    So what now?

    -“What Now,” Steven Curtis Chapman

    I spent this past summer as a volunteer teacher at Bethel Foster Home for blind and disabled children in China. It was an amazing and humbling experience. I arrived there in July expecting to learn much more than I would teach, and by the beginning of September, that expectation had proven true.

    There are 31 children at Bethel Foster Home, and almost all of them are blind; some have additional disabilities such as infantile autism or attention deficit problems. Others have mental and emotional issues from many years spent in poor, often abusive conditions in other orphanages. Bethel is truly a haven for them. Founded only a few years ago by a young French couple, the foster home is a loving and nurturing environment as close to a family as many of these abandoned children can have. In just two or three years of living at Bethel, many children’s lives have been completely transformed. Many have transitioned from violent habits and distrust to love and openness.

    It is amazing what love can do. It can take a life and turn it completely around. Isn’t this the core of the Gospel: that love is the greatest transforming power, able to heal, to forgive, and to save? If such a powerful force is the mission, message, and very person of Jesus Christ, why does Christianity today seem to be lacking in true transformative power and spirit? According to the news we read every day, Christianity is certainly not disengaged from political involvement in this country or a wide range of scandals. People wonder what being Christian is actually about. Is it more than just going to church on Sundays, wearing a cross, and telling people to repent and believe in Jesus?

    I believe in the basic salvation message: that Jesus Christ came to this Earth to die for our sins and offer us eternal life. But I also believe that that wasn’t the only reason He came. He came to show us how to live. His years of public ministry as recorded in the Gospels are vivid pictures of compassion, giving, healing, standing up for what is right, and selfless love. To the very end, He was indiscriminate and radical in His love for others and death approached, Jesus gave a clear message to his followers about how one who truly follows God should live. “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me,” (Matthew 25:35-36). “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me,” (Matthew 25:40).

    Each person is created in the image of God, with the ability to love, to feel, to be hurt, to rejoice, to want love from others. And in each of the 31 children at Bethel, I saw His face, the question of “what now?” gently painted in innocence and expectation. The question “what now?” is more prominent, more insistent, as I think of the millions of children in China who are not so fortunate, still living in the sad conditions many of Bethel’s children had experienced for most of their lives. And when one considers the enormity of suffering across the entire world, places where human beings are still bought and sold as slaves, where children are forced into prostitution, where hundreds of thousands of people are brutally killed in Darfur… the question “what now?” is blatantly obvious and unavoidable.

    I do believe love is more powerful than suffering. But it is also a great challenge to love, and perhaps this is why it seems so impossible to fix all the world’s problems. There were many times I became frustrated with teaching children who rebelled and didn’t listen, or got tired of spending so many hours a day with preteens desperate for attention. Still, time and time again I found myself face to face with the truth of who these children were: living testaments to the transforming power of love. Once, I asked the students to finish a sentence beginning with, “I am grateful because…” One girl said, “I am grateful because many people love me.” This and many other moments struck me powerfully, reminding me that despite all that is wrong with the world, God is here and He is not letting go. His wish is not only for us to know and love Him, but also to love and serve others. It is easy to say, “I love God,” but what validates or falsifies that statement is whether one follows the command to love others and serve the “least of these.”

    Today, Jesus still presents this question as both an invitation and a challenge.

    …I know I may not look like what you expected,
    but if you remember,
    this is right where I said I would be.
    You’ve found me.
    What now?


    Ann Chao ’08, Books & Arts Editor, is a Social Studies and East Asian Studies concentrator in Currier House.

  • Table of Contents Spring 2006

    Volume 2, Issue 2 - Spring 2006 (click for pdf)
    Volume 2, Issue 2 – Spring 2006 (click for pdf)

    – Interview –

    Learning to Leave College
    by James V. Schall, S.J.

    – Opinions –

    Towards the Lights of Veritas
    by Jordan Teti ‘08

    Redeeming Grace
    by Kevin Jonke ‘09

    Stuck in a Moment
    by Jeffery David Dean ‘06

    – Features –

    Walker Percy: Doctor of the Soul
    by Jordan Hylden ‘06

    The Christian Mind at Harvard: A Visitor’s Perspective
    by Anne Snyder ‘07

    – Books & Arts –

    Jesus, Not Christ
    by Adam Hilkemann ‘07

    Saviors in the Jungle
    by Jonathan Lai ‘06

    Broken Mountain
    by Mattie Germer ‘03

    – Fiction & Poetry –

    Seen But Not Heard
    by Casey Cep ‘06

    Mystery Upon the Waters
    by Marie Laperle Scott ‘06

    the one without its head
    by Kamila Lis ‘05

    The Choir
    by Caroline Jennings ‘09

    – Last Things –

    The Important Tests
    by Chiduzie Madubata

  • Learning to Leave College

    An interview with James V. Schall, S.J.

    Editor’s Note: In this issue, we are examining faith’s intersection with our educational experience. One of our most valuable guides to this pursuit is Father James V. Schall, S.J., who was recently interviewed by the Ichthus. Fr. Schall is a Professor of Government at Georgetown University. He is a regular columnist for the National Catholic Register and Crisis magazine, and author of numerous books, including A Student’s Guide to Liberal Learning, On the Unseriousness of Human Affairs, and a forthcoming book entitled The Life of the Mind. We are honored to welcome him to our pages.


    ICHTHUS: Did you know there were Christian students at Harvard College? or that they had a journal?

    FR. JAMES V. SCHALL, S.J.: On the first query, I strongly suspected so, on the second, negative. I am pleased to know of both. Indeed, by the very logic of the question, I am delighted to know “non-Christian” students are found at Harvard! Part of being a Christian has to do with “going forth” and having something important to say to all nations. Being Christian assumes that we do not have to be obnoxious to do the latter, though there are martyrs, including contemporary ones, that tell us it is often a dangerous project. Indeed, the creation of an atmosphere, of institutions and opportunities, for everyone to speak to everyone about fundamental things in relative peace has been the great project of John Paul II and carried on by Benedict XVI, themselves two of the most intellectually stimulating figures in contemporary public life. A most disturbing aspect of the mystery of evil concerns why this effort to speak of the highest things to one another is so difficult.

    I have only been on the Harvard campus once, but I do recall the passage in Solzhenitsyn’s famous 1978 Commencement Address there during which he cited the college motto–Veritas. When I was on the campus, I remember standing before a Gate with the Veritas symbol, presumably the 1875 Gate. I have long been moved by the words about that motto that Solzhenitsyn addressed on that rainy day to Harvard graduates: “Many of you have already found out and others will find out in the course of their lives,” the great Russian novelist told them, “that truth eludes us if we do not concentrate with total attention on its pursuit.” Such are solemn, moving words that anyone with half a heart would be honored to have addressed to himself, to his college. Conversely, one would hate to have, as the epitaph on his tombstone, “Here Lies John Smith, ’04: Truth Eluded Him.”

    The very first words in Aquinas’ Summa Contra Gentiles are “Veritatem meditabitur guttur meum…,” which words, “my mouth (literally, ‘wind-pipe’) shall meditate on truth,” are taken from Proverbs, 8:7. Aquinas observes in the first question of this Summa, that “the ultimate end of the universe must be the good of intellect.” He adds, “This good is truth.” So I do hope students at Harvard College, Christian or otherwise, when they pass through this Veritas Gate, do not fail to ponder how this word, Veritas, takes them back to the core of their being, indeed to the origins of the universe itself.

    Harvard College, from 1636, is the oldest college in this country. Georgetown, from 1789, is the oldest Catholic college. Its roots go back to the founding of the Colony of Maryland in 1634 when English Jesuits first came to this country.

    As an aside, I might add here that in front of the lovely Gothic Healy Building on the Georgetown campus is located a statue of a seated John Carroll, of the founding Maryland Carroll family; his brother and cousin signed the Declaration and the Constitution. John Carroll was at the time a “suppressed Jesuit,” the Order having been disbanded by the papacy from 1773-1815. Carroll was the first Bishop of Baltimore and the founder of Georgetown.

    The statue is said to have been conceived and erected in imitation of the statue of John Harvard on the Harvard Campus. In examining the two statues, the sharp eye will notice that space immediately under Harvard’s chair is empty, whereas that under John Carroll is obviously filled in and bronzed over. The reason for this filling in, according to legend, is that, over the years, the comparatively more undisciplined Georgetown students were recurrently wont to place a chamber pot under the sedentary Prelate. The Jesuits of an earlier age had to use a certain craftiness to foil further undergraduate blasphemy! I do not know whether earlier Harvard officials may have had the same problem or whether they solved it by more drastic measures. No doubt modern students find chamber pots more difficult to come by or, perhaps, see such bold use to be less witty.

    We have an Argentine Jesuit with us in our community this semester who was till recently the president of the University of Cordoba there. This latter school dates back to 1621 and thus is older than Harvard. Moreover, the Argentine Jesuit, as had his father and grandfather, went to college at the famous Jesuit school at Stoneyhurst in England. Stoneyhurst was originally founded in 1593 at St. Omer’s in France during forced exiles of Catholics during the English Reformation. The school only made it to England after the French Revolution in 1794. I understand it is a beautiful place.

    I taught for twelve years in the Gregorian University in Rome, the founding of which goes back to 1551. In all of these places, I suspect, students, in one form or another, once attentively reflected on the things found in Plato, Aristotle, Sophocles, Cicero, Seneca, along with the Hebrew Bible and the Christian writers. They knew about Augustine in Carthage, Cyril in Alexandria, Bede in Iona, Aquinas in Paris, and Dante in Florence. I hope university students still reflect on these things even if they are not encouraged to do so. We cannot much know what we are unless we know what we have been. Indeed, on the Harvard Veritas Gate are also found the words of Isaiah, 25:2: “Open ye gates that the righteous nation which keepeth the truth may enter in….”

    And, on this topic, thanks for your later e-mail information that the inscription on the 1881 Gate is St. John’s famous, “Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make ye free,” as well as that the original motto of Harvard was Veritas Christo et Ecclesiae, something that wisely appears untranslated in the identification box of your student journal, “truth for Christ and the Church.”

    Such original things should be kept in stone to be remembered, even when one’s university drops part of its motto. At first it looked to me like the case endings in that Latin phrase are wrong. I thought it should have read, Veritas Christi et Ecclesiae, the truth of Christ and of the Church, both genitive. Then, on looking it up, one source said that the original motto was: Veritas pro Christo et Ecclesia, the study of truth “in behalf of” or “for the good of ” or “through the inspiration of” Christ and the Church. By way of further introduction, I cite these sundry local signs of what we are about, hopefully wherever we are– to meditate on truth, to keepeth it through all the turmoil of the nations that such schools have seen, to know how the end of the universe is intellect and its good is the truth itself, that truth it is that which makes us free, that this truth is, finally, Word, Person. Veritas Christi et Ecclesiae, Veritas pro Christo et Ecclesia, Veritas Christo et Ecclesiae.

    ICHTHUS: Many people, whether religious or not, have a hard time seeing how reason could have anything to do with faith, or a belief in the incredible.’ Some scholars today (in the sciences, for example) talk about how important verification is in order for us to ground convictions. But what are the essential ways in which faith can intersect with reason?

    JVS: First of all, this is a recurrent question that appears in every generation and in most cultures. I have dealt with it, in one way or another, as their titles indicate, in all my political philosophy books– The Politics of Heaven & Hell; Reason, Revelation, and the Foundations of Political Philosophy; At the Limits of Political Philosophy; Roman Catholic Political Philosophy, and Jacques Maritain: The Philosopher in Society. Its terms have to be understood.

    Neither the word “faith” nor “reason” is totally unambiguous in actual usage. The first task of intellect is to clarify what exactly we are talking about when we use such terms. We need to state what a thing is and affirm or deny that it is. If you call a potato a banana and I call a banana a potato, until we decide what is what, we will have considerable difficulty in determining over what to pour the gravy. This pouring, to be sure, assumes in our culture that we both call gravy “gravy,” so that we do not subsequently pour gravy over bananas.

    Men have thought about this issue of faith and reason almost since the beginning so that we ought not presume to talk about it as if we were the first people who ever broached the topic. But it is still ours to reflect on even if Aristotle explained it all, and he in fact explained an astonishing amount. Some things we need to think about ourselves even if nobody or everybody else also thinks about them. The perfection of intellect is also our perfection, no one else’s. And this perfection is, finally, to know the truth of what is. The great Socratic enterprise of knowing ourselves begins with the knowing of what is not ourselves, and, I suppose, with the being grateful that there is not only ourselves to know.

    Take the word “incredible.” Strictly speaking if “faith” itself is “incredible,” it means that under no circumstances can it be believed, let alone understood. Christian faith does not understand “incredible” in this sense. The two most famous statements on the topic– fides quaerens intellectum and credo ut intelligam— are designed precisely to affirm that there is something intelligible about faith and something in revelation that is also aimed at intellect.

    Faith and reason are not opposed as what is intelligible to what is in no way intelligible. Faith and reason are intended to go together as two ways to know the same ultimate truths about the same common cosmos. We do not have two “worlds,” one of faith and one of reason, neither of which is related to the other. Rather we have one world, knowable, according to the nature of each way of knowing, both by faith and by reason. We need to add that, according to the Christian faith, the world itself need not exist. It does not explain its own existence, but it does indicate that it does need explaining. God would be God even if the world did not exist. This implies, ultimately, that we are not solely products of cosmic or chaotic necessity but of a divine freedom and joy.

    The problem with “faith,” if there is one, is not that it is irrational or unbelievable, but that our intellects, though truly intellects, are not the highest forms of intellect in the universe. For something to be “beyond” the power of my intellect does not mean that it is therefore unreasonable or unintelligible as such. It only means that Schall’s intellect is not powerful enough to see the scope of things in which the matter at issue becomes clear. Otherwise, if Schall insists that everything must be known first and foremost by Schall’s intellect, it follows logically that Schall is putting in a divine claim for his own mind. One ought, presumably, to be reasonably skeptical about such a claim. Aquinas noted this distinction when he said that some things are knowable in themselves, others are known first to us. From the latter we proceed to the former.

    ICHTHUS: Are faith and reason the same as reason and revelation?

    JVS: Such questions, I think, are better posed in terms of reason and revelation, rather than faith and reason. Faith or trust means the acceptance of something as true on the authority of another. Most of the things we do or make or know in everyday life, in fact, we know by authority, that is, by the testimony or guidance of someone who knows. Ultimately, no such thing exists as faith that is simply in yet another act of faith ad infinitum. All faith, by its own logic, finally depends on the testimony of someone who sees the truth or the fact at issue. The problem of faith is rather: “is this witness credible?” That is, is he telling me what he knows? Every revealed doctrine that is to be accepted by faith is rooted in someone who, on feasible grounds, sees its truth and testifies to it.

    Basically, revelation is directed to reason. Aquinas, knowing the essential outlines of the content of revelation (one does not have to be a believer to know what this content is, anyone can read the General Catechism) proceeds to ask, “is this revelation ‘necessary’?” (I-II, 91, 4). The word “necessary” here means rather “persuasive?” Aquinas does not think, nor does any sound Christian, that one can argue directly from reason to the truths of revelation. If he could perform this intellectual feat of seeing the divine truths with the human mind, he would already be God and would not have to worry his head about it.

    The question is rather, granted that these are the things found in revelation– basically, that there is an inner-Trinitarian life within the Godhead and that one of the Persons of this Trinity became Man, at a given time and place– are there any issues within reason that might indicate that this revealed understanding of reality might best correspond with issues that the human mind by itself did not figure out, but still wondered about?

    What is characteristic particularly of Catholicism is a concern for philosophy as itself necessary to understand properly the meaning of revelation. Leo Strauss mentioned this in Persecution and the Art of Writing. It lies at the heart of John Paul II’s Fides et Ratio, and of course also of Aquinas and Augustine.

    I like to put the issue this way: unless one goes to the trouble to think things out, following the light of his reason, he will not be in a position to know whether or not something in revelation is addressed to him. He simply will not have reached the limits of reason, pondered sufficiently those questions that reason in fact does not by itself fully answer. But it is to these questions that revelation is primarily addressed. Revelation is not “irrationality” speaking to reason, but mind speaking to mind, ultimately Person speaking to person. This is why, in practice, the pursuit of an understanding of revelation is also a pursuit of philosophy, indeed often a bettering of philosophy.

    Philosophy is not the history of philosophy, a confusion that many academic curricula make. But the history of philosophy indicates the myriads of ways the human mind seeks to pose and answer its own questions. Some responses are quite frankly nutty. Others are very dubious, some feasible, others make sense, but not wholly so. Nothing less than vision finally satisfies the mind. Revelation poses itself as a possible answer to real issues that the human mind has already sought to solve for itself. Revelation can thus indicate why it is not “irrational” to hold what it poses because it does address itself properly to questions that the human mind has raised and knows it does not answer adequately by itself.

    Revelation does not exclude considerations of its historically proposed alternatives, rather it insists on dealing with them. From a philosophical view, it merely maintains that it poses a better answer, something at least plausible, but not understood as certain by human reason without faith. That is the barest of touch between human mind, in its weakness as intellect, and intellect as such. Acknowledging that a relation exists between reason and what is revealed is merely an affirmation of the fact that something is not wholly unreasonable, because the question revelation answers is itself something that arises in the only reason we have. The revelational answer still requires faith, but a faith that has the effect of making reason more reasonable because it needs to explain itself and acknowledge its limits. Added to this is the fact that also in revelation are found many truths and virtues that can be arrived at by reason, a fact that itself hints that mind is speaking to mind.

    ICHTHUS: What do you think is the greatest problem with ‘the University’ and higher education today? How can it be improved?

    JVS: The answer I will give you comes out of many years of reading Aristotle’s Ethics. I do not think I would have answered your question quite this way even a year ago.

    First, and this is an aside, I think universities in general are too big. One of the really good things happening in this country is the multiplicity of new and improved smaller colleges. Very few foreign countries, however, have ever allowed our multiplicity of different schools even to happen. Most states insist on total control of higher education. The relation between research institutions, think tanks, colleges, professional schools, and whether they should be in the same institution, needs rethinking. In several ways, on-line access to knowledge and opinion can subsume and bypass universities. The connection between state-federal money and what schools get what is a long and twisted matter.

    The greatest American educational law was the G. I. Bill of Rights after World War II. It provided that the money for education went directly to the student, not to the school. The student was the one who decided which school he would attend. The schools had to appeal to the student. The student was really free. As it is today, the cost of education, camouflaged by taxes, makes state schools almost mandatory for many students. I would like to see the choice and will of students and parents always to stand between the school, the teachers unions, and the faculty.

    Somehow at bottom and not wholly unrelated, I think home-schooling has something right about it. Indeed, I think students today should attend college with the serious thought in mind that home-schooling their future children is at least an option for which they prepare themselves. There is also much to be learned from the modern distributists, in this connection, from men like Wendell Berry, Allan Carlson, and E. F. Schumacher. But these are opinions.

    Aristotle, to return to my main point, asks the question about the relation between one’s moral life and one’s intellectual life. He is remarkably perceptive. Colleges and universities, as they appear today, usually confront the moral environment of their students, not as personal ones, but as some sort of social problems, even social science. The reform of the world, if it needs it, is thus held first to be accomplished at the political level. All sorts of ideologies are imposed on student living, things that affect the student’s inner freedom and capacity to know. Things are wrong in the world, it is said, because they are not “structured” correctly. Therefore, change the structures. All will be well. Go to law school. Get into politics. Do service. Rousseau has replaced Plato, but not for the better.

    This position looks very nice, I suppose, but if we look at western nations, including segments of our own, the most striking thing about them is the rapid decline in population and their replacement by peoples from different areas who actually have children and youth. Nothing, including no theory, is changing our world faster than this. We seem blind to it. I suspect, in this regard, to voice a minority opinion, that Paul VI’s much maligned encyclical, Humanae Vitae, may well turn out to be the most prophetic document of the last half of the twentieth century. The people who rejected it are rapidly disappearing in our very midst. Already the grand tour to Europe is not quite a tour to Europe. Indeed, Europe itself denies much of its own culture. We have forgotten to read Christopher Dawson, who was once at Harvard.

    This situation is an aspect of the proper understanding of what is the family, something our own Constitution neglected. But not merely is the family the best and proper place in which to beget and raise children, but the family, husband, wife, and children, is the basic unit of human happiness such as we have it in this world. I know of no better two books on these topics than Jennifer Robak Morse’s Love and Economics and Smart Sex: How to Stay Married In a Hooked-Up World. The latter title is a bit flashy, if not fleshy, but it is a book that gets to the heart of the issue, beginning with college life.

    And what is that heart? The question as asked has to do with “improving” higher education. My answer is that nothing will really much improve higher education until the question of virtue and its relation to truth is frankly faced. The task of the university is truth, not directly virtue, but the former is not possible without the latter. And by virtue I mean at bottom the moral virtues as described by Aristotle, with the Christian caveat that the problem with virtue is not knowing what the various virtues are, the pagans certainly knew what they are, but, as Augustine said, the problem is the practice or keeping of them. My suspicion is, take it or leave it, that the intellectual disorders of the modern world, within the university and in most individual souls, are almost invariably rooted in moral disorders. There is a very intelligible reason for this connection.

    I do not suggest that moral disorders in the souls of individual students somehow lessen IQ’s or SAT scores. I am reminded that Lucifer was one of the most intelligent of the angels, which intelligence, as such, remains even in his Fall. Likewise, little or no difference in raw intelligence is found between the tyrant and the philosopher-king. What is different is the use to which the intelligence is put as a result of what one chooses to define as his happiness or end. In this sense, much modern thought is a brilliant, ever subtle, attempt to justify deviations from the good that is virtue. And once the deviation is accepted, when it is chosen as a way of life, the will to live according to it follows.

    In this sense, intellect now becomes a faculty encumbered by one’s own chosen disordered passions. It becomes itself an instrument constantly at work giving reasons, both in private and in public, for what is, in effect, a disordered life. I suspect that until this connection of mind and virtue is again recognized, the university, in the sense of the mission to pursue truth as the affirmation of what is, will be constantly deflected to the mission of justifying what is in effect a disordered life and, following Plato, a disordered society. Aristotle remarkably said that if we are brought up with good habits, we will not have to worry about understanding first principles when we are old enough to know them because we are already habituated to understanding them, to what is good.

    ICHTHUS: While teachers are an essential part of successful learning, at the end of the day, much of the responsibility for our education falls on our own shoulders. In your work, you talk about ‘another sort of learning,’ and the search for the ‘higher things.’ What do you mean by that? What do students have to do to pursue the ‘higher things?’

    JVS: In some sense, this question follows on the previous one. In his wonderful, not-to-be-missed book, A Guide for the Perplexed, E. F. Schumacher has a moving description of his own experience on arriving, as a young man, at Oxford, the great center of learning. By all objective standards, he was where he should have been. He was a very bright young German in the best of the English universities.

    Yet, his soul was torn and empty. What he was encountering was utterly unsatisfactory. Not that it was not the product of the great professors. Indeed, that was the problem. His soul was empty. None of the great personal questions that moves the human soul were really addressed because the methods proposed for study, in principle, prevented them from being seriously asked.

    So “what do student have to do to pursue the ‘highest things’?” The first thing they need to do is examine their own souls. I recall a number of years ago, I do not remember where, I found myself chatting with a young Harvard student. Bemusedly, I recalled to him the passage in The Closing of the American Mind, in which Bloom quipped the most unhappy souls in this country are those in the students of the twenty or thirty best and most expensive universities. The young man solemnly told me that he “was not unhappy.” All I could do, of course, was laugh.

    But Bloom’s point was the same as that of Schumacher. Really perceptive students knew that their souls were empty precisely because the logic and methods of what they were learning led to skepticism and meaninglessness. By every objective standard, by an act of faith, that is, they were among the brightest and the best and in the right place, but it wasn’t working. It is like the cartoon I once saw in The New Yorker, of a group of aging Buddhist monks in a barren monastery. All were sitting on the cold floor in meditative posture, when one very grizzled monk looks up and mutters, “Is this all there is?” I suspect something like this still analogously happens in our universities and to their best students.

    If someone is perfectly content with his life and what he is being taught, there is not the slightest possibility that he will ever wonder about its inadequacy. This is why, I think, there must always be a large element of “private initiative” in our own education. I think, in a way, that one can find the basic tools for life– the reading, writing, arithmetic– in almost any school. If one has learned how to read, he has a possibility to be free to educate himself in the highest things over against the ideologies that often, knowingly or not, storm through modern universities. Ironically, universities today are criticized for nothing so much as being totally onesided politically and for their almost universal conformity to a secular view of the world and a corresponding view of human life as itself having no inherent order other than whatever we will.

    Mind you, there is nothing wrong with knowing both that something is wrong and in what this wrongness consists. In fact, we are supposed to know not only the truth, but the arguments that can be leveled against it. The highest things are the living a life of virtue that itself points to and accomplishes a life of truth, a knowledge of the truth of things. This involves reason, moderation, and a consideration of revelation. But in addition, both reason and revelation point back to the fact that we live among others and in fact the highest things include others. The contemplative life both presupposes and leads to the realities of our world. Benedict XVI’s first encyclical, about active, personal charity, directly recalls that we also encounter the highest things in a love of God that includes the love of our neighbor. This latter emphasis seems to have been one of those things that revelation added to reason.

    ICHTHUS: College students understand that great grades and test scores were an important reason why they had the opportunity to continue learning in a university. In this world that values measurable performance in the form of GPAs, LSATs, and ‘resume building,’ how should Christians, who ought to value more enduring qualities, contextualize such metrics?

    JVS: Your phrase “contextualize such metrics” amuses me. I fortunately grew up in an era when such things as GPA, SAT, LSAT, and what all, were not yet invented. We did, I believe, have some sort of IQ’s administered out of the State of Iowa. I remember being somewhat relieved to learn I was not an idiot, as I think some of my classmates with reason suspected. But this pervasive quantification of criteria is a function of equality theory. Even the slightest preference has to be justified, and the only justification permitted is one based on numbers. This criterion means that courses have to be conceived and taught as if intelligence is capable of being so rendered.

    What is not capable of being measured in this way, then, is said not to be intelligence. The whole directly intuitive side of reason is suddenly eliminated. Intelligence is claimed to be only what is measured by these systems, not by what is. And since everyone is in institutions because of these tests, it looks like the value of the system is proved when those who are selected, are the very ones who reap its rewards by having license to enter the system.

    How do Christian students “who ought to value more enduring qualities” cope with such numbers which are in fact the only ticket that will let them into institutions of higher learning? One might say initially that one’s Christian values will not in all likelihood be promoted in institutions whose criteria is measured in this way. So again, Christians must be prepared to use their own enterprise and intelligence to encounter what is lacking. To fight for the truth is not all bad.

    I have been struck in recent years by what I detect to be an overload in student academic life. To put it in its most succinct terms, students have no time really to learn anything. They are busy, as you say, with “great grades and test scores.” Every moment of the day, they are filling up their resumes. They are doing what they think is required to get on, once the university life is over.

    There is a remarkable passage in book seven of the Republic about the dangers of being exposed to the higher things too soon. Both Plato and Aristotle give us little grounds for thinking that once we have finished college at twenty-two or so we will have learned much that is really important. Not only are we too young for politics, as Aristotle tells us, but we are too young for philosophy.

    We thus lack experience of virtue and vice, or perhaps, in view of my earlier observation, all we have is a world initially seen through our own disorders. We have not read widely enough in literature to understand virtue and vice in others. Indeed, we no longer see the books that call vice vice and virtue virtue, to see what happens to both. And yet, Socrates spent his whole life seeking out the potential philosophers. And the Christian experience adds repentance to the mix, just as Plato suggested that we should wish to be punished for our own faults and crimes precisely to acknowledge that the norm that we broke was, none the less, the correct one for human virtue.

    ICHTHUS: Christians today might believe that they don’t have much use for non-Christian ideas, both from today and from the ages.

    JVS: One probably needs to distinguish somewhat between dealing with ideas with no intellectual background available to one and dealing with ideas when one is familiar with them. The phenomenon of the Da Vinci Code, as I understand it, depends on a massive popular ignorance in the simplest of historical facts and theological concepts, even common sense. However, in principle, ideas from whatever source are to be taken seriously, yet neither naively nor innocently nor uncritically. The famous phrase of Richard Weaver, “ideas have consequences,” contains a basic truth– both good and bad ideas have consequences. The origin of almost any political, religious, or cultural change is in the brain of some thinker, usually occurring long before the idea ever reaches the arena of active life.

    The contemplative intellectual life is of vital importance both in the Church and in society. Ideas need to be examined, analyzed, criticized, yes, often combated. Aristotle’s “small error in the beginning leads to a large error in the end” is painfully true. But so is the truth that great things begin in hidden, obscure places, like Nazareth. The great wars are first in the minds of what I like to call the “dons,” intellectual and clerical. Religious orders in the Church were once designed, in part, to meet this need. But in principle, never neglect the fact that a truly “intellectual life,” to use the title of A. D. Sertillanges’ famous book, is a much needed and worthy one, one that honestly and honorably pursues the truth for its own sake. Each of us should have something of this pursuit in our own lives whatever our particular vocation turns out to be. Plato and Aristotle, Augustine and Aquinas can still be our models.

    ICHTHUS: In your book, On the Unseriousness of Human Affairs, you said that an “academic experience at its highest level requires spiritual vision.” Why is that the case? And before we wrap up, what are a few books that you would recommend to students who have a budding interest in Christianity and some books you would recommend to students who are already Christian?

    JVS: Perhaps I should say, “academic experience at its highest level leads to spiritual vision.” From personal, literary, and anecdotal evidence, my “vision” estimates of folks in academia is modest. But St. Ignatius’ principle that we should find God in all things keeps us from forgetting that this vision is also to be found in our daily lives, in those we know and love, in finding the truth of things wherever things are found. Ultimately, any given thing can lead us to all things. Likewise, the understanding of what is the origin of all things takes us back to particular existing things.

    With regard to what to read, as you know, advice on what to read has long been a theme of mine. My books, Another Sort of Learning, A Student’s Guide to Liberal Learning, and The Unseriousness of Human Affairs, have in various ways addressed this topic. Each of these books contains various lists of books that touch, in one way or another, on the issue of what and why to read. Another Sort of Learning has a very long sub-title that I am rather inordinately fond of, but the short sub-title that I give to it is “how to get an education even while in college.”

    Though I do not concentrate on them in these books, I am obviously not unconcerned with what are called the classical books. I am always most delighted to spend a whole semester with a class when we read together only Plato, Aristotle, Augustine, or Aquinas. Life is not long enough to do any one of them justice, but a semester is long enough to open our eyes and be astonished. And I am a great believer in C.S. Lewis’ admonition that you have not read a great book at all if you have only read it once. He says somewhere that when you have read it thirty or forty times, you will still learn something new. He is right, I think.

    I have two other books that will be out shortly on these topics, The Sum Total of Human Happiness, by St. Augustine’s Press, and The Life of the Mind, by ISI Books. First, I begin by recommending certain authors that one should read. Everyone should have and read Boswell’s The Life of Samuel Johnson. Pascal is not to be missed, nor C. S. Lewis. Chesterton and Josef Pieper should be collected and read again and again. Nothing better will be found. I love Belloc’s The Path to Rome and Four Men. Belloc’s essays are as good as essays can be, which is very good. Likewise, his book, The Crusades, will be more instructive about what and why things are happening in today’s world than almost anything written in the daily papers.

    Recently, I have finished Robert Sokolowski’s Christian Faith & Human Understanding. This is a basic book, not to be missed. His God of Faith and Reason, Eucharistic Presence, and Introduction to Phenomenology are of major insight and importance.

    In 1936, at the school’s 300th Anniversary, the William James Lecture at Harvard was given by Etienne Gilson under the title, The Unity of Philosophical Experience. This book is as fresh and as important today as when it was written. It is simply a must, as are, for those with scientific interests, William Wallace’s Modeling of Nature: The Nature of Science and the Science of Nature and Stanley Jaki’s The Road to Science and the Ways of God. I am also fond of Dennis Quinn’s Iris Exiled: A Synoptic History of Wonder.

    No one should miss Peter Kreeft. I particularly recommend Gertrude von le Fort’s Eternal Woman and Leon Kass’The Hungry Soul: Eating and the Perfection of Our Nature, along with Hadley Arkes’ First Things. Charles Schultz’s Peanuts is great. Flannery O’Connor’s letters, The Habit of Being, are as illuminating a book as one will find. John Paul II’s Crossing the Threshold of Hope and Cardinal Ratzinger’s Salt of the Earth and The Spirit of the Liturgy are mind openers.

    Three books to start with are Josef Pieper– an Anthology; Peter Kreeft, The Philosophy of Tolkien; and Ralph McInerny, the Very Spiritual Hours of Jacques Maritain.

    There are the three “after” books, as I call them, each rather heady, Alasdair MacIntyre’s After Virtue, David Walsh’s After Ideology, and Catherine Pickstock’s After Writing. Hans Urs von Balthasar is always good, as is Eric Mascall. Henri de Lubac is very basic. I just came across a little book of Jean Daniélou, La crise actuelle de l’intelligence, which I have found very insightful. I have always liked Daniélou’s The Salvation of the Nations. I do not see why anyone should miss reading Wendell Berry’s novels or Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited, or Sigrid Undset, or Mauriac. The more Newman you have the better.

    One must build his own lifetime library– in which he should have the basic works of Plato, Aristotle, Augustine, Aquinas, and the rest, along with the Bible, a good commentary like the Jerome Biblical Commentary, and some fathers of the Church, especially Irenaeus. Books are to be marked, kept, cherished. A subscription to L’Osservatore Romano (English), Crisis, First Things, Catholic World Report, among others, would not hurt. The web site– www.ignatiusinsight.com– is good. Well, even though I have left out too much, this is probably enough for here. Check the above books on learning if you can stand more.

    ICHTHUS: One last question. What do you think are the most important things we all must study before leaving college?

    JVS: The most important thing that you all must learn before leaving college is that you must leave college. College is a privileged place. It was once a place, called by Plato, “the Academy,” to which knowledge fled when it could not live in the city. It may yet be a place from which one has to flee to know the truth. The most important thing that you must learn is that you may not find the most important things in college. Then again, you may, at least some of them.

    I suppose the better question is: “what are the most important things we must study after leaving college?” But this is the same question, in a way. Plato said in the Laws and also in the Republic that human life is not particularly “important” or “serious.” What we must learn is why did he say this. He said it because he understood that our delight is in beholding what is really serious, that is, God. Our existence comes to us not by chance or by necessity, but as a gift and as a project. Aquinas said that homo proprie non humanus sed superhumanus est, and Augustine explained that, because of this, we have “restless hearts,” which we do, in case you have not noticed. But really, the most important thing you must study before you leave college is at least one novel of P.G. Wodehouse. I suggest Leave It to Psmith or Eggs, Beans, and Crumpets. Why? Because you must see at least one perfect thing in this world, so that you will finally recognize what it is all about when you finally encounter it. This is called the “analogy of being” in metaphysics.

    No, on second thought, the one thing you must study before you leave college is the answer to the question that Walker Percy asked in Lost in the Cosmos: “Why is it possible to learn more in ten minutes about the Crab Nebula in Taurus, which is 6,000 light-years away, than you presently know about yourself, even though you’ve been stuck with yourself all your life?”

    Stop, the one thing you must learn before leaving college is why Chesterton said at the end of Orthodoxy (which, I think, is still the greatest book of the twentieth century) that the one thing Christ concealed from us while He was on earth was His “mirth?”


    Father James V. Schall, S.J., is a Professor of Government at Georgetown University.

  • Towards the Lights of Veritas

    In the bowels of McCosh Hall the competition had not yet ended. After spending the day delivering direct examinations and closing arguments for my Harvard mock trial team, I was outside, biding time in the brisk night-winter weather of Princeton, New Jersey. I had had enough of watching courtroom quarrels all day—it was time for a moment of tranquility. It was time that I could use to think—to consider why I was thousands of miles away from my family, why I was in that mock trial competition, and why many of the participants had such a cutthroat desire to win. I stared up at the stars, which I could faintly see through the streetlights around me. And then my gaze shifted downward to a massive stone church—Princeton’s famous University Chapel. Surprised that the doors were open and the lights on so late on a Saturday night, I walked inside. Despite my initial amazement at the grandeur of the architecture, I felt a striking loneliness— I was by myself in a chamber meant for two thousand people. So I went into a small prayer room which had a couple of pews and knelt down, trying to ameliorate my solitude with the comfort and presence of God. I must confess, I don’t often open the Bible to pray, but I did so that night for some reason. And I opened it to Psalm 41—not knowing the late-night lesson I had coming. On the left side of the page, I read:

    For the leader. A psalm of David. / Happy those concerned for the lowly and poor; when misfortune strikes, the LORD delivers them. / The LORD keeps and preserves them, makes them happy in the land, and does not betray them to their enemies / “For my integrity you have supported me and let me stand in your presence forever. Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from all eternity and forever. Amen. Amen.” (Psalm 41, NAB).

    It was the perfect prayer—a prayer that came directly from God. I had done all my college schooling up to that point at Harvard, but I think the single greatest lesson I’ve learned in college thus far took place in a church hundreds of miles away.

    While I’ve heard much about how to “become a great leader” and how to take control and inspire others to “follow you,” I quickly understood that in the eyes of God a leader is someone who is faithful to Him—someone who upholds morality; who simply has integrity. It’s not enough to ascribe to a moral code in some context-less vacuum. There will be times when “misfortune strikes,” when enemies appear, and even times when friends whom we trusted turn on us. But such times are tests of our integrity, moments when our faith in the righteousness of God will be challenged; when we are tempted to think about us instead of Him. The true leader is a leader not for the sake of himself, but for the sake of others and for the sake of what’s right.

    This Scripture passage connects to our discussion of education in this issue of the Ichthus because it alludes to the various tests we will encounter in our lives, as leaders on Earth and followers of Christ. As Chiduzie Madubata writes in this issue, these tests are always learning experiences; moments in which we discover more about what is good, and how to pursue it. God isn’t so concerned with some Psychology of Leadership exam we’re going to be taking next week. Indeed, there are more enduring, more important things that will enable us to pass the most difficult tests. Such examinations of our moral caliber and faith in God can come at any time and from anywhere. And perhaps they will continue for the duration of our lives.

    Considering this idea of the true “tests,” we should now try to consider how it applies to young Christians who are constantly tested on the seemingly trivial things in college. Some might believe it is more important to spend time developing our soul; learning how to be a good Christian, rather than brushing up on astrophysics. Indeed, my real education—the many tests of my integrity and faith—may just await me years beyond Commencement 2008.

    What relationship does education in college have with the education of our soul? G.K. Chesterton has been someone I often look to for advice on such matters (and most recently, Father James V. Schall, S.J., who we are grateful and fortunate to have in our pages for this issue of the Ichthus). Not surprisingly, I found that Chesterton wonderfully described the purpose of education for a Christian in his essay entitled “The Superstition of School:

    The moment men begin to care more for education than for religion they begin to care more for ambition than for education Education ought to be a searchlight given to a man to explore everything, but very specially the things most distant from himself. Education tends to be a spotlight; which is centered entirely on himself. Some improvement may be made by turning equally vivid and perhaps vulgar spotlights upon a large number of other people as well. But the only final cure is to turn off the limelight and let him realize the stars.

    We cannot pursue education solely for ourselves—to make us smarter; to have a few extra letters by our names; to pile up the number of articles we’ve published in some journal. Winning a mock trial competition also isn’t reflective of a superior education. Such accomplishments are temporal— they’re fleeting victories we can enjoy but not really appreciate in our path of learning. Instead, real education is for exploration—for attempting to discover and realize the highest thing—the Truth of God.

    This brings us back to Psalm 41 and the dictum that we should not be corrupted by selfish, short-term desires. Indeed, if we do, we will never learn anything—we will succumb to the vanity of false education. That, I believe, is a central connection between Christianity and learning. Harvard’s motto, Veritas, even without its original addendum, can only be pursued with a certain faith that Truth exists, and a certain willingness to dedicate oneself to pursuing Truth through learning. This learning can be in any field—philosophy, biology, theology, politics. But we must remember why we are doing it: so that we can learn more about ourselves and God through our search after Truth.

    And in order to strive towards this horizon, we must focus on how we are learning. In the same fashion as the “leader,” the dedication to searching for Truth is selflessit is not for any sort of personal material gain. In turn, the Lord supports those with unselfish motivations because of the integrity they employ in their pursuit of the Truth. If we are not distracted from the purpose of education by competing for personal accolades, ribbons, or plaques, we will be supported by God. The things worth havingintegrity, faith, and a yearning for the Truthcannot be found in such objects.

    I’d be willing to bet that not one person in the history of Harvard has claimed, after four years of liberal arts studies, to have understood Veritas. The understanding of Truth does not come from a textbook, although it may begin there. Indeed, as Chesterton says, the University is not a “miraculous moral factory, in which perfect men and women are made by magic.” Instead, it simply gives us the lights to be able to find Truth in the darkness. This was exactly the lesson I received that night in Princeton. I could barely see the stars, for the many spotlights outside the competition were blazing brightly, but I found a stronger light where God resided. Together, let us use that light to search for Veritas.


    Jordan Teti ’08, Editor-in-Chief, is a Government concentrator in Winthrop House.