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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Western Decadence
JIMMY AKIN.ORG links recently to two stories about the above.

The first, not surprisingly, comes from the Netherlands: Holland launches the immigrant quiz. Here's what would-be immigrants to Holland will be forced to undergo:
    TWO MEN kissing in a park and a topless woman bather are featured in a film that will be shown to would-be immigrants to the Netherlands.

    The reactions of applicants — including Muslims — will be examined to see whether they are able to accept the country’s liberal attitudes.
At least they're being honest, which brings us to the next story, from "the Netherland with nukes," the United States. The story needs no explanation beyond its headline: The New Monogamy: Until death do us part—except every other Friday.

Back in my college days, I had a friend who was an advocate of the "new morality." His reasoning was that as long as you're "honest" with yourself and others, everything is a-ok. If it feels good, do it; just be up-front about it. Like the heretical Christian sects that emphasize one Theological or Christological truth at the expense of all the others, the "new morality" emphasizes "honesty" at the expense of all of virtues. Denying human nature, however, is anything but "honest." It is the ultimate lie. We are made in the image of God. In a sense, we are icons of the Most High.

My thoughts echo the ones below from Orthodoxy by Gilbert K. Chesterton, Chapter 4:
    I could never mix in the common murmur of that rising generation against monogamy, because no restriction on sex seemed so odd and unexpected as sex itself. To be allowed, like Endymion, to make love to the moon and then to complain that Jupiter kept his own moons in a harem seemed to me (bred on fairy tales like Endymion's) a vulgar anti-climax. Keeping to one woman is a small price for so much as seeing one woman. To complain that I could only be married once was like complaining that I had only been born once. It was incommensurate with the terrible excitement of which one was talking. It showed, not an exaggerated sensibility to sex, but a curious insensibility to it. A man is a fool who complains that he cannot enter Eden by five gates at once. Polygamy is a lack of the realization of sex; it is like a man plucking five pears in mere absence of mind.