Very few days pass but that we don’t hear of some new sorrow. A job is lost, a troubled marriage…a near relation passes away, serious illness falls, dashing promises and hopes…a calamity strikes affecting the national interest…a friend loses his track and ceases to practice the Faith.
And, of course, the Christian is beset with a consciousness of his own daily sins and failings.
Herodotus relates that a certain tribe among the ancient Thracians celebrated births and deaths in an unusual way.
When a child is born all its kindred sit round about it in a circle and weep for the woes it will have to undergo now that it is come into the world, making mention of every ill that falls to the lot of humankind; when, on the other hand, a man has died, they bury him with laughter and rejoicings, and say that now he is free from a host of sufferings, and enjoys the completest happiness.
Life must have been pretty difficult for those ancient Thracians.
But sorrow is universal, as the Psalmist testifies…or rather sings!
I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.
and keeps on singing,
My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
Our lives carry on in their allotted paths, beating out their own rhythms and music and certainly moments and prolonged stretches of happiness but punctuated every now and again with the refrain of sorrow, the song of sorrow.
If that sorrow is not our own it is that of another whom we love, and therefore it is our own.
Behind all the smiles, under the surface of the laughter is the sure refrain of sorrow and tears and pain. None but the young, or those who are sleeping, could be unaware of this.
Time, the incomparable and inexorable teacher, teaches one lesson consistently. It is this: The Song of Sorrow.
But those who are fortunate enough to have been nurtured in the hopeful climes of the West, who have basked their minds and hearts in the rays of the Mediterranean sun, who have suckled their souls on the milk of pagan poets…they know that the song of sorrow does not end with sorrow.
Aeschylus chants through his chorus of elderly Athenians,
αἴλινον αἴλινον εἰπέ, τὸ δ᾽ εὖ νικάτω.
Sing a song of sorrow, a song of sorrow, but the good prevails!
Aeschylus, the great pagan poet who set the stage for tragedy for all future generations, saw a glimpse of Easter joy five hundred years before Christ conquered death. Aeschylus knew, through a glass darkly, that an Easter Joy prevails and crowns the Lent of life.
The Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman (by antonamasia, The Apostle of Liberal Education) saw more clearly than anyone how the oracles of nature prepare the Christian mind for the Gospel of grace.
Newman in his Apologia, writes about the influence of the ancients in his life,
their teaching, magnificent in themselves, came like music to my inward ear…pagan literature, philosophy, and mythology, properly understood, were but a preparation for the Gospel. The Greek poets and sages were in a certain sense prophets; for “thoughts beyond their thought to those high bards were given.”
When I read the bard Aeschylus it is clear to me that God inspired him with thoughts beyond his thoughts; thoughts about man’s fallen state, his life of suffering, the natural law…and God. They are Pre-Evangelists. They are “oracles of nature and of truth“.
Aeschylus’ chief role is not primarily that of an instructor. No, he makes us feel the things about which he instructs. He orients our hearts rightly about those things, as is the aim of any good poet.
We are all like the watchman in Agamemnon,
I pray the gods to quit me of my toils, to close the watch I keep, this livelong year; for as a watch-dog lying, not at rest, propped on one arm, upon the palace-roof of Atreus’ race, too long, too well I know the starry conclave of the midnight sky… And if at whiles, for the lost balm of sleep, I medicine my soul with melody of trill or song-anon to tears I turn, Wailing the woe that broods upon this home…
And we learn that the meaning of our suffering is not suffering, but the meaning of suffering is truth!
Zeus has led us on to know, the Helmsman lays it down as law that we must suffer, suffer into truth.
or, as another translator has it,
Tis Zeus alone who shows the perfect way of knowledge: He hath ruled, men shall learn wisdom, by affliction schooled.
And St. Paul teaches the fullness of this in Hebrews when he says,
For whom the Lord loveth, he chastiseth; and he scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. Persevere under discipline. God dealeth with you as with his sons; for what son is there, whom the father doth not correct?
and a little later
Now all chastisement for the present indeed seemeth not to bring with it joy, but sorrow: but afterwards it will yield, to them that are exercised by it, the most peaceable fruit of justice.
Aeschylus’ Orestaia begins as a song of sorrow but ends not only with justice but the very establishment of the first tribunal of Justice in Athens. The law of revenge is abolished and the ancient Furies, the terrible avengers, are transformed into Eumenides, the kindly ones.
The student of nature knows that sorrow is the school of wisdom. The disciple of grace knows that sorrow is the school of Joy.
Nature is a reflection and sign, a sacrament of sorts, of the invisible things of grace.
To those who are inattentive to nature and grace, life must be nothing but a song of sorrow.
But to those who embrace this sorrow life is a song that ends in triumph!
Hi … I enjoy the posts, thanks for your labours. As an artist I appreciate the imagery and often end up looking for similar images. I’m not familiar with the image at the bottom of the blog, showing the risen Christ. Maybe at some time, if it would be possible to have image sources credited that would be v helpful….
Thanks, Jonathan B
Thank you Jonathan,
I put the correct attribution under the image. This painting was done by my wife’s grandfather, so I am glad that it caught your attention. For more information about the painter go to https://carlschmittvisionofbeauty.wordpress.com/
It shouldn’t be news that Christianity emerged from the ideals of ancient greek culture and philosophy, and Hebraic religion. Sadly, many Christians (or former Christians) are unaware of their great heritage.