{"id":2740,"date":"2008-04-01T17:24:38","date_gmt":"2008-04-01T22:24:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8888\/2008\/04\/01\/it-is-the-only-fighting-architecture\/"},"modified":"2008-04-01T17:24:38","modified_gmt":"2008-04-01T22:24:38","slug":"it-is-the-only-fighting-architecture","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.splendoroftruth.com\/curtjester\/2008\/04\/it-is-the-only-fighting-architecture\/","title":{"rendered":"It is the only fighting architecture"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"blog\">Reading through G.K. Chesterton&#8217;s<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/etext\/2015\" target=\"_blank\">Miscellany<br \/>\nof Men<\/a> I came across this:<\/p>\n<p class=\"article\">The truth about Gothic is, first, that<br \/>\nit is alive, and second, that it<br \/>\nis on the march.&nbsp; It is the Church Militant; it is the only<br \/>\nfighting architecture.&nbsp; All its spires are spears at rest; and<br \/>\nall its<br \/>\nstones are<br \/>\nstones asleep in a catapult. In that instant of illusion, I could hear<br \/>\nthe arches clash like swords as they crossed each other.&nbsp; The<br \/>\nmighty and numberless columns seemed to go swinging by like the huge<br \/>\nfeet of<br \/>\nimperial elephants.&nbsp; The graven foliage wreathed and blew like<br \/>\nbanners<br \/>\ngoing into battle; the silence was deafening with ail the mingled<br \/>\nnoises of a military march; the great bell shook down, as the organ<br \/>\nshook up its thunder.&nbsp; The thirsty-throated gargoyles shouted<br \/>\nlike trumpets<br \/>\nfrom all the roofs and pinnacles as they passed; and from the lectern<br \/>\nin the core of the cathedral the eagle of the awful evangelist clashed<br \/>\nhis wings of brass,<\/p>\n<p>And amid all the noises I seemed to hear the voice of a man shouting in<br \/>\nthe midst like one ordering regiments hither and thither in the fight;<br \/>\nthe voice of the great half-military master-builder; the architect of<br \/>\nspears. &nbsp;I could almost fancy he wore armour while he made<br \/>\nthat church; and I<br \/>\nknew indeed that, under a scriptural figure, he had borne in either<br \/>\nhand the trowel and the sword.<\/p>\n<p>I could imagine for the moment that the whole of that house of life had<br \/>\nmarched out of the sacred East, alive and interlocked, like an army.<br \/>\n&nbsp;Some Eastern nomad had found it solid and silent in the red<br \/>\ncircle of<br \/>\nthe desert.&nbsp; He had slept by it as by a world-forgotten<br \/>\npyramid;<br \/>\nand been woke at midnight by the wings of stone and brass, the tramping<br \/>\nof the tall pillars, the trumpets of the waterspouts.&nbsp; On such<br \/>\na night<br \/>\nevery snake or sea-beast must have turned and twisted in every crypt or<br \/>\ncorner of the architecture.&nbsp; And the fiercely coloured saints<br \/>\nmarching<br \/>\neternally in the flamboyant windows would have carried their glorioles<br \/>\nlike torches<br \/>\nacross dark lands and distant seas; till the whole mountain of music<br \/>\nand<br \/>\ndarkness and lights descended roaring on the lonely Lincoln<br \/>\nhill.&nbsp; So<br \/>\nfor some hundred and sixty seconds I saw the battle-beauty of the<br \/>\nGothic; then<br \/>\nthe last furniture-van shifted itself away; and I saw only a church<br \/>\ntower<br \/>\nin a quiet English town, round which the English birds were floating.<\/p>\n<p class=\"blog\">This helps me to see something that I<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t like about modern church architecture in that it seems to me to<br \/>\nbe a surrender or something defensive. &nbsp;That the Church<br \/>\nmilitant has surrendered to architectural fads that are quite cold and<br \/>\nmuch more like a dead thing than being alive. &nbsp;The L.A.<br \/>\nCathedral is defensive since it looks much more like a concrete bunker<br \/>\nthan a church alive and on the move proclaiming Christ. &nbsp;That<br \/>\nwith older forms of sacred architecture a church proudly proclaimed<br \/>\nitself as a church directed towards the glory of God while some forms<br \/>\nof modern style meekly proclaims I am a church, but I might be a bank<br \/>\nor an auditorium.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"blog\">There is also this nice bit about the need<br \/>\nfor a creed.<\/p>\n<p class=\"article\">And it is supremely so in the case of<br \/>\nreligion.&nbsp; As long as you have a creed, which every one in a<br \/>\ncertain group believes or is supposed to believe, then that group will<br \/>\nconsist of the old recurring figures of religious history, who can be<br \/>\nappealed to by the creed and judged by it; the saint, the hypocrite,<br \/>\nthe brawler, the weak brother.&nbsp;<br \/>\nThese people do each other good; or they all join together to do the<br \/>\nhypocrite good,<br \/>\nwith heavy and repeated blows.&nbsp; But once break the bond of<br \/>\ndoctrine<br \/>\nwhich alone holds these people together and each will gravitate to his<br \/>\nown kind outside the group.&nbsp; The hypocrites will all get<br \/>\ntogether and<br \/>\ncall each other saints; the saints will get lost in a desert and call<br \/>\nthemselves weak brethren; the weak brethren will get weaker and weaker<br \/>\nin a general atmosphere of imbecility; and the brawler will go off<br \/>\nlooking for<br \/>\nsomebody else with whom to brawl.\n<\/p>\n<p class=\"blog\">The problem with Chesterton is that he is<br \/>\ntoo quotable and you go from page to page thinking I got to remember<br \/>\nthat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reading through G.K. 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