In the religions that are familiar to us, the idea of grace is
of fundamental importance. The term (Latin gratia)
translates a variety of words in Hebrew, Greek, Arabic, and
Sanskrit, but all the sacred texts seem to point in the same
direction, affirming that God’s relation to the world as a whole,
and to each of us in particular, is one of giving. The
beseeching of God’s grace is the central feature of the Anglican
liturgy. The great prayer of the Catholic Church, based on a poem
in the New Testament, greets the Virgin Mary with the words “Hail
Mary, full of Grace, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is
the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” The Koran opens with the verse that
forms a refrain in the life of all Muslims: bism illah
il-rahman il-rahim, in the name of God, full of grace, full of
graciousness, as Mohamed Asad translates it, and the root
rhm is shared with Hebrew, used often in the Old Testament
to denote God’s concern for us, His recognition of our weakness,
and His abundance of gifts. The idea that the world is sustained by
gift is second nature to religious people, who believe that they
should be givers in their turn, if they are to receive the gift on
which they depend for their salvation.
But, as we know, we are entering a new period of human history,
in which religious faith is not the normal condition into which
children are born. Young people grow up without those rituals, such
as grace before meals, which rehearse the distress of their
ancestors, and which remind them of their amazing good luck in
finding food on the table and comfort all around. Gratitude, if it
occurs at all, is for special occasions, when some individual makes
a point of stepping in to help them.
Gift supposes ownership: I cannot give you a thing unless that
thing is mine. In giving it to you I relinquish ownership, while
demanding nothing in exchange. Gratitude is your acknowledgement of
this: your recognition that I have deliberately incurred a loss, in
order that you should receive a benefit. And we normally expect the
relation between us to be changed by this. We assume that you will
bear in mind the good that I have done you, and be prepared, in the
right circumstances, to reciprocate. Of course, the opportunity to
reciprocate may never arise, and the truly generous person, the one
who takes pleasure in giving and who regards giving as a good in
itself, will not think that he is, through his giving, securing
some future benefit. The greatest gifts are those that can never be
reciprocated, like the gift of health that the doctor makes to a
poor patient, demanding nothing in return, or like the gift of life
and nurture that a mother makes to her child, or like the gift of
his own life that a soldier makes when he dies in battle for his
country.
This means that all gifts are arrayed on a spectrum of interest,
ranging from those that belong to a strategy of reciprocation,
hardly gifts at all but simply uncompleted bargains, and those that
are detached completely from the possibility of some future return,
and are to be seen as sacrifices. Anthropologists have
made a study of gift-giving cultures, in which gift has become
ritualized, as a way of securing peace and goodwill between
neighboring tribes and families, but in which reciprocity is
minutely calculated, so that each gift must be met in due course by
a return that is of equal value. Failure to reciprocate, in such a
culture, may lead to anger, remonstration, and even war. To us,
looking on from the secure standpoint of a legal order that has
emancipated itself from such simple rituals, the gift-giving
culture may seem to be very far from anything that we understand as
giving.
Still, that is not entirely true. There is, in the gift-giving
culture, a display of gratitude at the moment of gift, and a kind
of rejoicing that warms the hearts of those involved. On the gift
day the tribe does not merely put aside old quarrels; it feels a
renewed surge of affection toward its neighbors. This affection is
a kind of moral capital on which it may draw in times of conflict.
It delays belligerence, providing the breathing space in which
offenses can be rectified before it is too late. When you give
something to another, however cool your relations may be prior to
the gift, you feel a surge of affection in the giving, an affection
that the act of giving itself brings into being. When I give
something I am present in the gift: it comes from me and
is a symbol and an out-growth of the free self that is the moral
heart of me. The gift comes wrapped in affection, an out-going of
me to you that is created by the very act of giving. Even if the
gift belongs to a context of ritual and reciprocity, it is
something more than a bargain or a contractual exchange. It is I,
going out to you.
It should not be forgotten, however, that this kind of affection
needs to be renewed, if it is to bring stability and reliability to
human relations. Societies that depend upon “favors” rather than
legally enforceable contracts are notably given to conflicts and
blood feuds. As products of the clearheaded English-speaking
culture, who see law, contract, and promise-keeping as the
foundation of social order, we are suspicious of favors. The gift
culture of southern Italy is repugnant to us, especially when
conjoined, as it inevitably seems to be, with the code of
omertà; and the granting of favors is unacceptable in
politics. In this frame of mind we are apt to look with suspicion
when gifts intrude into relations that ought to exist on a more
legal and publicly accountable footing. Gift privatizes a
relationship, and some relationships ought not to be privatized —
so we think, at least.
However, we should make a clear distinction between two kinds of
gift: those that are part of creating and cementing individual
ties, and those that are gifts of charity — arm’s-length gifts,
the purpose of which is to provide help where help is needed, but
not to create a debt or a bond of individual affection. There is an
interesting contrast here between the English-speaking culture and
the culture of the European continent. Figures for private
charitable giving for 2006 showed the United States at the top of
the list, with charitable gifts from individuals and private
companies amounting to 1.67 percent of GDP; Britain was a long way
behind, but nevertheless second on the list with charitable giving
at 0.73 percent of GDP. Canada was in third place, followed by
South Africa and the Republic of Ireland. Germany and France were
way down the list at 0.22 percent and 0.14 percent respectively,
and Italy and Spain were off the map altogether. Countries with
strong gift-giving routines may be very poor at charitable giving,
and conversely countries with strong private charities may be
suspicious of the privatization of public life that occurs when
gift-giving takes precedence over contract and law.
Charity, or caritas, is the Latin term with which the
Vulgate translates agape — the Greek word introduced by
St. Paul to describe the special love for others to which
Christians are commanded, and on which the Christian community is
built. Many theologians and philosophers have discerned a deep
meaning in this word. The Greeks had made eros-sensual love —
fundamental to their worldview. Plato argued that eros is only
apparently directed toward other human beings, and that, in itself,
it aspires toward God. It is on the wings of eros that we can rise
to the heavenly sphere where we belong. St. Paul was introducing a
more Hebrew conception when he praised faith, hope, and agape as
the three virtues of the Christian life. Agape does not raise us to
God, but comes down to us from God. It is received as a gift, and
then distributed by each of us to our neighbors, as another gift.
Hence C. S. Lewis, in The Four Loves, called it
“gift-love.” It fills the world with the spirit of gift — but not
a personal, exclusive, or jealous gift, like erotic love. It is a
gift that makes no demands; agape pursues the interest of the other
and not that of the self. Eros is the opposite: jealous,
possessive, wanting pleasure for the self, and often indifferent to
the other’s well-being. Of course eros can rise above that
condition, but in the Christian view it is something to be
disciplined. Eros is to be turned in another direction by infusing
it with agape — with the love that redeems and liberates. (For the
Christian this transmutation of the erotic into the agapic is the
work of marriage, and it is why marriage is a sacrament, and not
just a deal.)
The proper response to a gift, even a gift of charity, is
gratitude. People who feel gratitude also wish to express it. The
easiest way is to give in one’s turn. By giving you pass on and
amplify the goodwill that you received. Thus it is that, in
America, where the tradition of giving is very much alive, and the
state has not yet extinguished the desire or the need for it,
people give to their old school, to their university, to the
hospital that cured them, to the local rescue service that saved
them, and to the veterans who fought for them. They give without
seeking or expecting recognition, but simply because gratitude is
expressed through giving.
However, the state is taking over many of the functions that
were previously performed by charities — not least education,
health care, and the relief of poverty. And the state deals on
impersonal and equal terms with its citizens. It has no favorites,
and it is governed by the rules — anything else is received by the
citizens as an injustice. Hence charity is replaced by justice as
the ruling principle upon which social benefits are distributed.
But while charity deals in gifts, justice deals in rights. And when
you receive what is yours by right you don’t feel grateful. Hence
people who receive their education and health care from the state
are less inclined to give to schools and hospitals in their turn —
something that is borne out vividly by the figures concerning
charitable giving. The spirit of gratitude retreats from the social
experience, and in countries like France and Germany, where civil
society is penetrated at every level by the state, people give
little or nothing to charity, and regard gifts with suspicion, as
attempts to privatize what should be a matter of public and
impartial concern.
When gifts are replaced by rights, so is gratitude replaced by
claims. And claims breed resentment. Since you are queuing on equal
terms with the competition, you will begin to think of the special
conditions that entitle you to a greater, a speedier, or a more
effective share. You will be always one step from the official
complaint, the court action, the press interview, and the snarling
reproach against Them, the ones who owed you this right
and also withheld it. That is the way European society is
going, and American society may one day follow it. Agape, the
contagious gentleness between people, survives only where there is
a habit of giving. Take away gift, and agape gives way to the
attitude that Nietzsche called ressentiment, the vigilant
envy of others, and the desire to take from them what I but not
they have a right to.
Moreover, ingratitude grows in proportion to the benefits
received. When those good things, like food, shelter, education,
for which our ancestors had to struggle, are offered as rights, and
without cost or effort, then they are “taken for granted,” as the
saying is, which means quite the opposite from “taken as gifts.” In
such conditions there arises what we might call a culture of
ingratitude — one that does not merely forget to give thanks, but
regards thanks as somehow demeaning, a confession of weakness, a
way of according to the other person an importance that he does not
have. This thanklessness is growing around us today. It is written
on the faces of pop idols and sports stars; it is announced in all
kinds of ways by the media and by our political representatives.
And it is one reason for the radical decline in public standards.
Politicians are unlikely to behave as they should when they feel
that they are acting on behalf of an entirely thankless public.
But the situation is not hopeless. Within the culture of
ingratitude pockets of thankfulness can grow. Everyone who has
suffered some major calamity, be it illness, loss, or some sudden
reversal of fortune, feels, on pulling through, a great surge of
gratitude. And gratitude comes in two forms. First, you are
grateful for pulling through — you are still alive, still
functioning, still able to love. Secondly, you are grateful for the
experience itself. Here again the religious person would be
disposed to speak of the workings of Grace. You can be grateful for
something bad: grateful for the affliction that awoke you to the
truth about yourself, that enabled you to confront it, to overcome
it, to understand. You are grateful to have learned that life is a
gift, and that to receive it fully you must give in turn. As
William Law expressed the point, in his A Serious Call to a
Devout and Holy Life, “whatever seeming calamity befalls you,
if you can thank and praise God for it, you turn it into a
blessing.” It seems to me that this is the way we learn gratitude
— not from abundance, but from dearth, not from comfort but from
affliction.
Jeannine| 4.2.10 @ 9:27AM
What a beautiful essay published on this most appropiate day.
In addition to what Mr Scuton writes, I always felt that those areas in the world where Judeo-Christian beliefs were once practiced & have very high tax rates (like South America & Europe) will generally not have people who donate willingly to charitable organizations. ----- Their attitude is the governments have all their money so let them do the almsgiving.
It absolutely sickens me when I see religious organizations encouraging governments to manage people's lives when it should be individuals taking care of each other. An example of this & leaving out the abortion debate, many of these religious institutions have for many yrs wanted government-run, universal healthcare in this country. Where is the true charity in this?
Alan Brooks| 4.2.10 @ 9:31PM
But the heart is deceitfully wicked, so giving means little. We are like Iagos who give gifts to bribe our bad consciences.
Only a saint has a genuinely good conscience.
Jon F| 4.6.10 @ 3:25PM
A saint has learned to have their bad conscience transformed into a good one but they are still ordinary humans and there are more of them out there than you think. If you are concerned about the lack of saints I say try harder and start with yourself.
Alan Brooks| 4.9.10 @ 8:56PM
I am not concerned about the lack of saints, but rather concerned about the dissembling-- the Bible says, "let no man deceive you";
the Bible does not say "let no man deceive you except those blogging at AS-- such as Jon F." So, Jon, you try harder yourself: at not being condescending and disingenuous.
Nick (from Detroit)| 4.4.10 @ 11:44AM
Can anyone of there help me with the words to "Old Black Joe"? I've left blanks where I've forgotten.
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the _______ of the cotton fields, away
Gone to the ________ of a better land I know
I hear those gentle voices calling
Old black joe
Thanx
Margie| 4.4.10 @ 5:10PM
Nick, I can't for the life of me remember the words that go in the two blanks. But I do know you've got one word wrong.
The second line should read
"When my heart was young and brave."
Change "gay" to brave.
Ret. Marine| 4.4.10 @ 5:18PM
Nick, ol' boy, the first blank is toils.
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields away. . .
I was hummin' this tune in the shower this morning. What a conicidence.
Mary Louise| 4.4.10 @ 5:22PM
For God's sake, can't you people stay on subject.
Nick, if you want the words to "Old Black Joe," just go to Google and type "lyrics + Old Black Joe."
Sister Elizabeth| 4.4.10 @ 5:25PM
No need to use God's name in vain, Mary Louise.
You could easily have made your point without blaspheming.
Margie| 4.4.10 @ 10:52PM
Looks like trolls are using other's names. The above post was NOT by me.
Edna Ruth Garner| 4.5.10 @ 8:57AM
Gay rhymes with the last word in line 3, which is day.
Brave does not rhyme with day. As usual, you are incorrect in your assumptions.
But this is nonsense. You all going on and on about an old song called "Old Black Joe." Pathetic.
BobJ| 4.27.10 @ 5:47PM
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are my friends, from the cotton fields away
Gone from this earth, to a better land, I know
I hear their gentle voices calling,
Old Black Joe
Mary Louise| 4.2.10 @ 9:52AM
The greatest gifts are those that can never be reciprocated, like the gift of health that the doctor makes to a poor patient, demanding nothing in return
One of my younger brothers lost a kidney when he was 2 years old. My parents facility with English was wanting. My Mom said that facility grew in one leap when she was surrounded by a team of doctors in a large conference room at Strong Memorial Hospital, in Rochester, NY. The necessity to answer their questions as they prepared to remove my brother's kidney was paramount, and she left that hospital with a healed child and a liguistic leap.
Ingratitude is a vice. I can't remember if it was Seneca who expressed that in some detail.
I've worked in Government (8 years) and in the private sector (23 years). My first full time job was driving a small van. I transported Seniors who could no longer drive, indigents and mentally and developmentally disabled.
Two regulars, Vance (a Vietnam Vet who lived in a great old sandstone building. He rented a room there. He had the greenest eyes I've ever seen. He was medicated most of the time, I think. He was clean, he was neat.
We had a town drunk, his name was Red Rock. Half Black, half Irish. He worked laying black-top all summer long and I think lived off the earnings during the winter months. He too rented a room, the whole of his life. He used to call Mogan David wine, Morgan Davis. He was so skinny.
I learned more during the year I transported all my folks than in any other job I ever had.
I'm grateful today, to be alive and feel the sun on my face, first of all. Even if I only had bread and water to eat and drink, I think I would feel the same. At least I hope I would.
Buona Pasqua, Mr. Scruton.
And as to your take on the dangers of surfeit and ease: Dio afflige
Mary Louise| 4.2.10 @ 9:58AM
In advertently hit submit before I was finished.
What I wanted to end with was this:
E' possibile che il Signore affligge, pero non è possibile che il Signore abbandona.
Mary Louise| 4.2.10 @ 10:16AM
One last thing because I forgot to mention what I really wanted to mention, and that is that my younger brother's doctor, Doctor Henion, never charged my Mom a dime for any visit. From 2 years of age until his last visit with him sometime in his teens, that's how long he cared for him. My Mom tried to get him to take money, but he just wouldn't. Alongside gratitude is the need for independence.
I had a great physician myself when I was a teen. Good and gentle and patient. Dr. Dispenza, rest in peace.
Ken (Old Texican)| 4.2.10 @ 10:23AM
Mr. Scruton
What a wonderful gift from you. I have forwarded it to a lot of folks, for an Easter present.
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Påsken 2010 « Snaphanen links to this page. Here’s an excerpt:
Margie| 4.2.10 @ 3:25PM
Agape love to you, Mr. Scruton, for writing such a great article.
2Cor. 12:9.
Brian Mc| 4.3.10 @ 7:36AM
Absolutely, Margie...quite brilliant.
Phillipians Ch 4 Vs 10-20
Mary Louise (la ú·ni·ca)| 4.4.10 @ 9:05PM
Though the post isn't really bad, the Mary Louise that Sister Elizabeth responded to is not me, that is, the original Mary Louise.
A Vignette for this Easter Sunday.
Elide went to Mass and Father Felix pointed at her and smiled.
Fr. Felix: Good to see you, Eliduccia.
Elide pointed back and flashed him a smile.
Elide: Good to see you too, Padre.
She falls back in reverie and awakens at the Creed, assenting in part, remaining silent in part.
Elide: Get in Red Rock, you're going to freeze. This isn't Florida, it's The Three Bridges and it's 15 degrees. Get in!
Kyrie Eleison
Red Rock: But Miss Eli, you'll get in trouble, won't you?
Elide : How will I get in trouble? Who's going to know? They're not going to say anything anyway, Red Rock. Ron loves me. I ask him over the two-way, can I stop and pick some flowers, he just grunts and says "yes, but don't take the Roosevelt back to the docks."
You know Ron Wade, don’t you? He’s the dispatcher with Polio...He's tough, Red Rock. Tough as they come.
Get in!
Red Rock: Okay, Miss Eli.
Elide : Red Rock, put the fifth away for right now. We'll go get a Carroll's burger, then you can drink, if you want. But you can't do it in the Van. Once you're finished eating, I'll take you to your room, at the Pool Hall.
Christe Eleison
Red Rock: Miss Eli, you know Elijah?
Elide: Yeah?
Red Rock: He says you're the prettiest girl in town.
Elide: Tell him thanks, Red Rock. Tell him I'll tuck that away forever. Now settle back, we‘ll go to the Three Bridges after we get our burgers. Don't you ever eat? What do you weigh?
Red Rock: I don’t think about it, Miss Eli. I just don’t think about it. 123.
Can I ask you a question, Miss Eli?
Elide: Sure.
Red Rock: I heard a politician ask the other day why we black slaves couldn’t have been bought up by the North and freed. Miss Eli, am I a chest of drawers? Am I a combine? Am I a bric-a-brac thing?
Elide: Red Rock, you’re a gentle, hardworking man on Free Soil. Free Soil. Remember that!
No one pleases Mr. Celedonia. No one. But you do. Has he ever said to you, “Red Rock, do me a favor and don’t do me any favors?”
Red Rock: No, Miss Eli.
Elide: There you go.
Oh, and Red Rock, how about we sing?
Mary Louise| 4.4.10 @ 10:11PM
Stop back, babies, toward the end of the Week. I should, will try, to have some quotes from a World War II Quarterly Mensch.
He of the perfectly formed, winged Scrotum: Protector of Women and Children. He is The Presbyterian! No one does excellence like Presbyterian Men. See The Founders....
"I'm in baby, and 'cause you're with me, you're in too.”
Double play for you, babies.
Second recording, not the best. Still a good song.