Providence must melt your hearts to find so much mercy bestowed where so much sin has been committed. John Flavel
Hence it is that it is almost a definition of a gentleman to say that he is one who never inflicts pain. He is mainly occupied in merely removing the obstacles which hinder the free and unembarrassed action of those about him; and he concurs with their movements rather than takes the initiative himself.
His benefits may be considered as parallel to what are called comforts or conveniences in arrangements of a personal nature; like an easy chair or a good fire, which do their part in dispelling cold and fatigue, though nature provides both means of rest and animal heat without them. The true gentleman in like manner carefully avoids whatever may cause a jar or a jolt in the minds of those with whom he is cast — all clashing of opinion, or collision of feeling, all restraint, or suspicion, or gloom, or resentment; his great concern being to make every one at his ease and at home. He has his eyes on all his company; he is tender towards the bashful, gentle towards the distant, and merciful towards the absurd; he can recollect to whom he is speaking; he guards against unseasonable allusions, or topics which may irritate; he is seldom prominent in conversation, and never wearisome. He makes light of favors while he does them, and seems to be receiving when he is conferring.
He never speaks of himself except when compelled, never defends himself by a mere retort; he has no ears for slander or gossip, is scrupulous in imputing motives to those who interfere with him, and interprets everything for the best. He is never mean or little in his disputes, never takes unfair advantage, never mistakes personalities or sharp saying for arguments, or insinuates evil which he dare not say out. From a long-sighted prudence, he observes the maxim of the ancient sage, that we should ever conduct ourselves towards our enemy as if he were one day to be our friend. He has too much good sense to be affronted at insults, he is too well employed to remember injuries, and too indolent to bear malice. He is patient, forbearing, and resigned, on philosophical principles; he submits to pain, because it is inevitable, to bereavement, because it is irreparable, and to death, because it is his destiny.
If he engages in controversy of any kind, his disciplined intellect preserves him from the blundering discourtesy of better, perhaps, but less educated minds; who, like blunt weapons, tear and hack instead of cutting clean, who mistake the point in argument, waste their strength on trifles, misconceive their adversary, and leave the question more involved than they find it. He may be right or wrong in his opinion, but he is too clear-headed to be unjust; he is as simple as he is forcible, and as brief as he is decisive. Nowhere shall we find greater candor, consideration, indulgence: he throws himself into the minds of his opponents, he accounts for their mistakes. He knows the weakness of human reason as well as its strength, its province and its limits.
“Without the Bible the remembered Christ becomes the imagined Christ.”
“Hope is a waking dream.” Aristotle
“Work is the spine that runs throughout a stable society.” Rt. Hon. Iain Duncan Smith MP
But he who cannot reveal himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the most unhappy man of all. Soren Kierkegaard
I am thinking that this observation may be close to the truth – The 20th century saw the world divided between a Communist East and a free and democratic West; that’s the world I grew up in. New and different struggles are now on the radar. The new dividing lines are between social conservatism and self-indulgent secularism, between tribalism and transnationalism, between the nation-state and the globalism.
The Enlightenment hope of one new rational man is giving way to identities rooted in places of belonging and defining customs and traditions. This is what Samuel Huntington had predicted in his book, “Class of Civilizations.” A ‘one new man’ is an impossible construction. It is what democracy seemed to offer us – equality, liberty, and fraternity. But the centripetal forces of social identity seem to have a force more powerful than had been imagined.
The biblical story of the Tower of Babel has new explanatory power, where our differences are more than a historical accident that can be erased through education and wealth. The fabric of creation pushes us to tribal identities, not so that constant warring is justified but so that humans can be nourished in distinct communities. A human community without customs, traditions, distinct nurturing pathways, and self-definitions is not a community. It would be like growing up in a shopping mall – a mass of undifferentiated sameness. You can’t grow up in a mall. The human mall cannot give you what you need.
As peoples begin to validate the truth of this, the question is whether or not this will turn to rage against the other or a contentment in necessary differences that must be held in trust with wisdom.