Like Unto That of a Little Child

And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. – John 1: 5


I believe that I’ve mentioned the travelogues of James A. Fitzpatrick before. He was a reporter who traveled around the world on behalf of the MGM movie studios to film short 10-15 minute vignettes of various countries of the world, over a 20 year span between 1930 and 1950. The short films then appeared before the main feature of MGM movies. Fitzpatrick is not the best public speaker – he mispronounces many important names and places – nor is he a man who could be accused of having right-wing views, but nevertheless the films will soon be banned because they give us glimpses (‘a picture is worth a thousand words’) of European nations that were non-diverse and infinitely superior to the modern diversified European nations. I can’t watch too many of the films at one time, lest I weep because they are a reminder of that which we have lost.

What is glaringly apparent when we view the Fitzpatrick vignettes is that diversity does not work. It is unnatural to expect birds of different feather to flock together, and it is also, more importantly, un-Christian to destroy the Christ-bearing race by colorizing their civilization. There is no one with a heart that still lives who could prefer modern Europe to the Europe we see in the Fitzpatrick travelogues. And yet somebody did prefer a diverse Europe to a non-diverse Europe, because that is the Europe we now have.

The Europe that Fitzpatrick presents is a Europe about to crumble, but the accumulated Christian capital still present in those European nations is on glorious display in all of the shorts. South Africa is shown as a bastion of civilization in the Dark Continent. Australia is depicted as a shining testimonial to the white race. And the scenes of rural England, Denmark, Holland, and the rest of the European nations provide us with a wonderful view of non-diverse Europe. Is it paradise? No, of course not; only in comparison to modern, diverse Europe was old Europe paradise. But somebody, a whole lot of somebodies, decided that non-diverse Europe, a white Europe, was undesirable. Who were those somebodies? They were and are called liberals.

Liberals are Undines; outwardly they appear to be human, but they have nothing inside of them; they have no souls. And every liberal has sworn the same oath as the Red Knight who opposed King Arthur:

I have founded my Round Table in the North,
And whatsoever his own knights have sworn
My knights have sworn the counter to it…

Everything good, everything decent is now countered by the liberals with all that is evil and vile. The Christian, patriarchal family has been replaced by a cruel, feminist matriarchy; the sanctity of life in the womb has been violated by the institutionalized murder of the innocents; and the worship of the God-Man, Jesus Christ, has been replaced by the worship of the man-god, the noble black savage. The dark night of liberalism has enveloped all of the European nations, whose people once followed the way of the cross. Now, in the name of a utopian future devoid of all things white and Christian, the Europeans have returned to the worship of Baal.

Fitzgerald certainly didn’t realize it at the time, but what he was presenting in those European panoramas was a last look at Christian Europe. The unbought grace of life that had sustained the European people for centuries was spent. The liberals, armed with cruel hate, were about to replace the image-of-God-in-man culture of the European people with an image-of-the-beast-in-man culture. But the liberals’ coup could not have succeeded without the passive neutrality of the European Everyman. The liberal Undines had the passionate intensity to impose their will, which was Satan’s will, on the lukewarm Europeans who no longer had the will to defend their culture, because they no longer had the same faith as the European men and women who had built Christendom in the midst of heathendom. When I was young, I used to think the servant in the Gospel parable, who simply saved his master’s money and didn’t invest it, was treated harshly by his master. But now I can see the meaning of that parable. We need to respond to God’s grace; we must respond to His passion with our passion. “Yet what can I give Him? Give my heart.” That is what has been lost. The Europeans once loved much; when their love for Christ became a mere intellectual affirmation of the idea of God, they were unable to sustain the civilization that was grounded in the love of the living God.

The liberals sought to destroy Christian Europe because they wanted to destroy the image of God in man. They succeeded because the European leadership in church and state reacted to the assault by affirming the rationality of their theological and political abstractions over the liberals’ theological and political abstractions. The traditionalist Roman Catholic affirmed the superiority of Thomism and the Latin rite over the Novus Ordo rite and Hans Kung. The believing Protestants affirmed the superiority of their Jewish-Christian theology over the new ‘Christ as social worker’ theology of the mad-dog liberals. And the political conservatives kept asserting the superiority of our ‘democratic traditions’ over the new mobocracy. What was and is lacking in all the reactions to mad-dog liberalism is passion. Only those who love Christ, as the repentant sinner Mary Magdalen loved Christ, can stop the liberals’ reign of terror. How could it be otherwise? The liberals hate with a passionate intensity that defies logic; we can only understand it when we view existence on a level deeper than logic. The passionate hatred of the devil’s minions can only be countered by the passion of men and women who follow the God who defied logic. Was it logical to die on the cross in atonement for the sins of others? Was it logical to expect men to worship a God who suffered an ignominious death on the cross? And as a final absurdity, was it logical or rational to expect us to believe that Jesus Christ rose from the dead on Easter morning? The answer to all three questions is – “No, it was not.” Yet Christ did and does ask us to look past what is logical and rational so that we can respond to His passion with a passion of our own. The conservative leadership in the 20th century, in church and state, was concerned with showing the liberals that Christianity was compatible with logic and reason. The Christian, the conservatives assert, can be part of Liberaldom. That is a falsehood. Christianity is not compatible with rationality as defined by the academics of Liberaldom. Nor should our leaders tell us to make terms with the liberals. We should be enjoined to love much and never let the sword drop from our hands. Hearts that love simply do not permit the slaughter of the innocents and the extermination of their people even if the slaughter and the extermination have been ‘voted’ on and decreed by the principalities and powers of Liberaldom. Why should the Christian European ever take lessons in morality from mad-dog liberals who have chosen to worship the beast in man while destroying the people who championed the image of God in man?

In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Aslan talks about the magic that is deeper than the deep magic. And in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, Guinevere learns, after it is too late to save Camelot, that there is something more to Christian love than mere courtly love:

Ah my God,
What might I not have made of thy fair world,
Had I but loved thy highest creature here?
It was my duty to have loved the highest;
It surely was my profit had I known;
It would have been my pleasure had I seen,
We needs must love the highest when we see it,
Not Lancelot, nor another.

The bards of old Europe were more articulate, more gifted, than the rest of the European people. But they were one in faith with their people. And the bards’ vision was a vision of the God whose love passeth the understanding of logic and reason. Handel’s Messiah is a paean to the God whose magic is deeper than the deep magic of a formulaic, intellectual Christianity. Our people loved Christ because they saw, in His divine humanity, the highest form of love. And shouldn’t we love the highest when we see it? “For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Shouldn’t we treasure the people who gave us a vision of the Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world? Or should we treasure the Undines of Liberaldom, who have shown us, in diversity, a vision of hell? Just as we should keep Christmas in our hearts all the days of the year, so we should keep Easter in our hearts for 365 days of the year. Let us love the highest, the Christ of old, non-diverse Europe, who rose from the dead on the third day. And as the darkness deepens, let us return to the faith of our people when they were young, the faith that is like unto a little child facing the darkness of the night.+

When the bright lamp is carried in,
The sunless hours again begin;
O’er all without, in field and lane,
The haunted night returns again.
Now we behold the embers flee
About the firelit hearth; and see
Our faces painted as we pass,
Like pictures, on the window glass.
Must we to bed indeed? Well then,
Let us arise and go like men,
And face with an undaunted tread
The long black passage up to bed.
Farewell, O brother, sister, sire!
O pleasant party round the fire!
The songs you sing, the tales you tell,
Till far to-morrow, fare you well!

Robert Louis Stevenson

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