THE CATHOLIC CHURCH AND CONVERSION
G.K. CHESTERTON
It is impossible to be just to the Catholic Church.
The moment men cease to pull against it they feel a tug towards it.
The moment they cease to shout it down they begin to listen to it with
pleasure. The moment they try to be fair to it they begin to be fond of
it. But when that affection has passed a certain point it begins to
take on the tragic and menacing grandeur of a great love affair. The
man has exactly the same sense of having committed or compromised
himself; of having been in a sense entrapped, even if he is glad to be entrapped. But for a considerable time he is not so much glad as simply terrified.
Trap of Truth
It may be that this real psychological experience has been misunderstood by stupider people and is responsible for all that remains of the legend that Rome is a mere trap. But that legend misses the whole point of the psychology. It is not the Pope who has set the trap or the priests who have baited it. The whole point of the position is that the trap is simply the truth. The whole point is that the man himself has made his way towards the trap of truth, and not the trap that has run after the man. All steps except the last step he has taken eagerly on his own account, out of interest in the truth; and even the last step, or the last stage, only alarms him because it is so very true.
It may be that this real psychological experience has been misunderstood by stupider people and is responsible for all that remains of the legend that Rome is a mere trap. But that legend misses the whole point of the psychology. It is not the Pope who has set the trap or the priests who have baited it. The whole point of the position is that the trap is simply the truth. The whole point is that the man himself has made his way towards the trap of truth, and not the trap that has run after the man. All steps except the last step he has taken eagerly on his own account, out of interest in the truth; and even the last step, or the last stage, only alarms him because it is so very true.
If I may refer once more to a personal
experience, I may say that I for one was never less troubled by doubts
than in the last phase, when I was troubled by fears. Before that final
delay I had been detached and ready to regard all sorts of doctrines
with an open mind. Since that delay has ended in decision, I have had
all sorts of changes in mere mood; and I think I sympathise with doubts
and difficulties more than I did before. But I had no doubts or
difficulties just before. I had only fears; fears of something that had
the finality and simplicity of suicide. But the more I thrust the
thing into the back of my mind, the more certain I grew of what Thing
it was. And by a paradox that does not frighten me now in the least, it
may be that I shall never again have such absolute assurance that the
thing is true as I had when I made my last effort to deny it.
That intensity which seems almost narrow because
it comes to the point, like a mediaeval window, is very representative
of that last concentration that comes just before conversion. At the
last moment of all, the convert often feels as if he were looking
through a leper's window. He is looking through a little crack or
crooked hole that seems to grow smaller as he stares at it; but it is
an opening that looks towards the Altar. Only, when he has entered the
Church, he finds that the Church is much larger inside than it is
outside. He has left behind him the lop-sidedness of lepers' windows
and even in a sense the narrowness of Gothic doors; and he is under
vast domes as open as the Renaissance and as universal as the Republic
of the world. He can say in a sense unknown to all modern men certain
ancient and serene words: Romanus civis sum; I am not a slave.
Catholic Social Teaching - GK Chesterton
Trapped not Tricked
The point for the moment, however, is that there is generally an interval of intense nervousness, to say the least of it, before this normal heritage is reached. To a certain extent it is a fear which attaches to all sharp and irrevocable decisions; it is suggested in all the old jokes about the shakiness of the bridegroom at the wedding or the recruit who takes the shilling and gets drunk partly to celebrate, but partly also to forget it. But it is the fear of a fuller sacrament and a mightier army. He has, by the nature of the case, left a long way behind him the mere clumsy idea that the sacrament will poison him or the army will kill him. He has probably passed the point, though he does generally pass it at some time, when he wonders whether the whole business is an extraordinarily intelligent and ingenious confidence trick. He is not now in the condition which may be called the last phase of real doubt. I mean that in which he wondered whether the thing that everybody told him was too bad to be tolerable, is not too good to be true. Here again the recurrent principle is present; and the obstacle is the very opposite of that which Protestant propaganda has pointed out. If he still has the notion of being trapped, he has no longer any notion of being tricked. He is not afraid of finding the Church out, but rather of the Church finding him out.
The point for the moment, however, is that there is generally an interval of intense nervousness, to say the least of it, before this normal heritage is reached. To a certain extent it is a fear which attaches to all sharp and irrevocable decisions; it is suggested in all the old jokes about the shakiness of the bridegroom at the wedding or the recruit who takes the shilling and gets drunk partly to celebrate, but partly also to forget it. But it is the fear of a fuller sacrament and a mightier army. He has, by the nature of the case, left a long way behind him the mere clumsy idea that the sacrament will poison him or the army will kill him. He has probably passed the point, though he does generally pass it at some time, when he wonders whether the whole business is an extraordinarily intelligent and ingenious confidence trick. He is not now in the condition which may be called the last phase of real doubt. I mean that in which he wondered whether the thing that everybody told him was too bad to be tolerable, is not too good to be true. Here again the recurrent principle is present; and the obstacle is the very opposite of that which Protestant propaganda has pointed out. If he still has the notion of being trapped, he has no longer any notion of being tricked. He is not afraid of finding the Church out, but rather of the Church finding him out.
Glow of An Unexpected Good
This note on the stages of conversion is necessarily very negative and inadequate. There is in the last second of time or hair's breadth of space, before the iron leaps to the magnet, an abyss full of all the unfathomable forces of the universe. The space between doing and not doing such a thing is so tiny and so vast. It is only possible here to give the reasons for Catholicism, not the cause of Catholicism. I have tried to suggest here some of the enlightenments and experiences which gradually teach those who have been taught to think ill of the Church to begin to think well of her. That anything described as so bad should turn out to be so good is itself a rather arresting process having a savour of something sensational and strange. To come to curse and remain to bless, to come to scoff and remain to pray, is always welcome in a spirit of wonder and the glow of an unexpected good.
This note on the stages of conversion is necessarily very negative and inadequate. There is in the last second of time or hair's breadth of space, before the iron leaps to the magnet, an abyss full of all the unfathomable forces of the universe. The space between doing and not doing such a thing is so tiny and so vast. It is only possible here to give the reasons for Catholicism, not the cause of Catholicism. I have tried to suggest here some of the enlightenments and experiences which gradually teach those who have been taught to think ill of the Church to begin to think well of her. That anything described as so bad should turn out to be so good is itself a rather arresting process having a savour of something sensational and strange. To come to curse and remain to bless, to come to scoff and remain to pray, is always welcome in a spirit of wonder and the glow of an unexpected good.
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