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Some Light for the New Dark Ages

By Dale Ahlquist

Commencement Address

Thomas More College of the Liberal Arts

May 20, 2017

President Fahey, Members of the Faculty, Parents, Relatives, Friends, and especially, Class of 2017: In fact, forget all those other people I mentioned, starting with President Fahey. I’m just going to address you, the graduating seniors. And I’m going to tell you something that you have probably suspected but that you now know is true: the most difficult thing about graduating from college is having to listen to the commencement speaker. Here you are. You’ve done everything right. You’ve earned your degrees. You’re this close to receiving your diploma, and then some guy that they got from somewhere is standing up here saying…something…about something. I’m truly sorry about all this.

But as long as I’m here, let me at least take this opportunity to bring up G.K. Chesterton. I’m hoping that the fat guy will somehow make this a better experience for all of us.

Chesterton said he did not mind being called fat. He did not even mind being supposed to mind to being called fat. He said, “It is impossible to be fat in secret.” During World War I, he was accosted by a woman on a London sidewalk, he demanded, “Young man, why aren’t you out at the front.” He responded, “Madam, if step around on this side, you’ll see that I ‘out at the front.’”

We have a firsthand account from a woman who attended Chesterton’s parish in Beaconsfield, England, that her priest said to her, “I haven’t seen you at Mass for the last three Sundays,” and she responded, “Oh, I was there, Father. I was sitting behind Mr. Chesterton.”

Chesterton claimed to be the politest man in all of England, because he could stand up on a bus and offer his seat to three women at one time. He also said he was the jolliest man in all of England, because “there’s such a lot of me having a good time at once.”

He was not afraid of being fat and not afraid of telling the truth, whether it was the truth about being fat or the truth about everything else.

Chesterton has a wonderful way of speaking the truth. Truth tends to shock us these days because we are so used to hearing falsehoods, which is why Chesterton’s truths come off as paradoxes. He says, “Truth is stranger than fiction because we have made fiction to suit ourselves…However wild I make my fictitious examples, the truth is always wilder. It does not seem possible to keep up with the exuberant idiocy of things as they really are to-day. Whatever occurs to me as ridiculous has always occurred to somebody else as wise.”

And though Chesterton dabbled in fiction, he earned his daily bread writing as a journalist, the kind of writer everyone relies on even if they don’t think he’s reliable. He says the educated man reads the newspaper, but the truly educated man does not believe the newspaper after he reads it.

And Chesterton says that legend is what everyone in the village believes, but history is what the one person who writes it down believes. And he’s usually a crank.

Chesterton’s approach to history, and to religion, just like his approach to fiction and journalism, is creative and refreshing and provocative and gets us to do the thing we least like doing: the thing called thinking. He does this in his book The Everlasting Man, where he offers a different set of categories than the standard grid used for comparative religion and the development of civilization, four strata that cut across the vertical columns and are sometimes present at the same time within each epoch, sometimes even within each individual. The categories are God, the gods, the demons, and the philosophers. God is the ultimate force behind the universe, but not a mere force, a personality: the one who provides meaning, because there cannot be meaning without someone to mean it. But when God has been forgotten, as he so often is, there come the gods, the mythologies, the imaginative attempts to give meaning, to tell the human story over again, with its heroes and heartaches, its adventures, its loves, its battles, its living and dying, its ache for the eternal. Then there are the demons, who represent shortcuts to pleasure, who represent the decay of virtue and the fascination with evil, when men grow weary in well-doing, when men do things not because they mistakenly think they are good but because they know they are bad. And then the philosophers, who attempt to harness reality with the great gift of reason. It would almost be enough. Except it’s not enough.

Chesterton says that when Christ stepped on to the stage, history changed entirely. Christ stepped into a world populated with many gods, and yet he was a character utterly different from any character in mythology. It was only the Gospel that “met the mythological search for romance by being a story and the philosophical search for truth by being a true story.” When Christ set up his Church, he brought together theology and philosophy for the first time. He also stepped into a world full of demons. And he cast them out. On one notable occasion, he cast them into a herd of swine.

Paganism ended in Christianity. As the old pagan civilization fell apart, but before a new Christian civilization was established, the world passed through a period of almost no civilization, a time known as the Dark Ages, when barbarian tribes ran wantonly, men who were ruled only by their appetite, who did not build new things but only destroyed old things.

But they were defeated. They were defeated by legendary figures such as King Arthur and historical figures such as King Alfred the Great. And when Christian civilization rose from the ruins of the Dark Ages, it established great cities. It built universities, hospitals, cathedrals, and gave the world magnificent art and music and literature.

In the last few centuries, however, we have watched the decline of Christian civilization. And a hundred years ago, G.K. Chesterton predicted the coming of a New Dark Ages.

In his epic Ballad of the White Horse, Chesterton has King Alfred the Great prophesy about the return of the barbarian, but a new sort of barbarian, who would destroy our institutions not with brute force but with intellectual vandalism:

They shall not come with warships,

They shall not waste with brands, 

But books be all their eating,

And ink be on their hands.


Not with the humour of hunters

Or savage skill in war,

But ordering all things with dead words,

Strings shall they make of beasts and birds,

And wheels of wind and star…


They shall come mild as monkish clerks,

With many a scroll and pen;

And backward shall ye turn and gaze,

Desiring one of Alfred’s days,

When pagans still were men…


By this sign you shall know them,

The breaking of the sword,

And man no more a free knight,

That loves or hates his lord.


By this sign you shall know them,

That they ruin and make dark…


By all men bound to Nothing,

Being slaves without a lord,

By one blind idiot world obeyed,

Too blind to be abhorred;


By terror and the cruel tales

Of curse in bone and kin,

By weird and weakness winning,

Accursed from the beginning,

By detail of the sinning,

And denial of the sin.

We have indeed arrived at the point where we have detail of the sinning and denial of the sin. We have given calm and clinical names to a multiplicity of perverse acts and have denied that they are sins. And though the sins of lust get all the publicity as the most detailed and most denied, also denied are the sins of avarice and gluttony and envy and sloth and especially pride, as we have formed a crass commercial culture based on coveting and self-indulgence and instant gratification. We have built new temples with new temple prostitutes, new coliseums with new gladiators. We’ve created new mythologies with comic book heroes and constellations of science fiction characters roaming across a strange night sky. The gods have returned. Our imaginations have run wild with alternative realities.

And with the loss of faith has come the loss of reason. Philosophy has once again become detached from theology and each modern philosophy has gone mad in the clean, well-lit prison of one idea, attributing all of human action either to biology or economics or environment or some other fashionable fatalism that robs us of our dignity and our free will.

And the demons have also been unleashed again, as men’s deeds grow increasingly dark and disturbing. And no matter how dark or disturbing it is, someone makes a movie about it. As Chesterton says, in the new version of that Garasene event, we have left out the Redeemer. We have kept only the demons and the swine.

The society is falling apart because the basic brick with which a civilization is built is crumbling. That brick is the family. Chesterton says that the family is fading into the background. His fear is that it will fade from the background.

But he says the family will have to save civilization. In the New Dark Ages, the family will have to replace the role that was once filled by the monasteries. It will have to pass on culture and learning and art to the next generation because our institutions will no longer do that.

At the same time, he says, in another paradox, when the monks come back, marriages will come back.

Whenever we talk about restoring what has been lost, the inevitable objection is: “You can’t turn back the clock.”


Chesterton’s response? Yes, we can turn back the clock. The clock is a piece of human machinery that we have invented. We can set it at any time we want. As a matter of fact, we turn back the clock every year. We call it Daylight Savings Time. A purely human invention. A creative way to apprehend light.

And so, too, civilization is a human invention, and we can make or re-make society according to any design that we choose. If we decide to do it.

Perhaps you have heard of “The Benedict Option.” Rod Dreher gives a brilliant analysis of the New Dark Ages, and makes a compelling case for how to go about forming Christian communities. But as much as I agree with much of it, there is something about the strategy that strikes me as one of retreat rather than engagement, a siege mentality. We can’t keep out the world. We can’t run away from the world. We have to transform the world.

And so with all due respect to the Benedict Option, I would like to propose the Chesterton Option.  It’s not completely different. It’s just different.

What is the Chesterton Option?  It starts with being faithful to the Faith. St. Benedict did not set out to save culture. He was seeking God. The Incarnation is the center of reality. It is the truth that affects all other truths. We have to not be afraid of telling that truth. It’s worth dying for. But more importantly, it’s worth living for.

From that start, we have to start taking control of our own lives. Not waiting around for the government to fix things, or for the new technological breakthrough, the new cure, the new device.  Chesterton says it is a sign of decadence when we pay others to fight for us, others to dance for us, and others to rule us. Doing things for ourselves would be revolutionary. Chesterton says it is cheap to own a slave. It is cheaper to be a slave. We have to be free from all the things that would enslave us. Whether they are electronic, chemical, or cultural. Being free means being as free not to use a thing as to use it.

What else can we do to change the world from the ground up?

Work to become your own employer rather than someone else’s employee. Whenever you can, buy local. Start your own school with like-minded parents who understand that there is nothing more important than the souls of our children.

Join a cost-sharing health care cooperative rather giving your money to a health insurance conglomerate that is officed in a glass skyscraper. Join a local credit union instead of a bank. Give part of your money to the poor and give them the dignity of spending it themselves rather than spending it for them.

Create your own entertainment rather than paying for the paltry product pedaled by the entertainment industry. Make your own art. Write poems. Poems that rhyme. Read books. Read old books. Read Chesterton.

Grow things. If you cannot grow vegetables or flowers, at least grow children. Every day should include a family meal where we linger long at the table. Every day should include a time of family prayer. Every day you should make a time of silence for yourself. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. Keep yourself holy. Break the conventions, keep the commandments.

Look at everything as if you are seeing it for the first time. Always be thankful. Always think about God. And if you are always thankful, you always will think about God. And you will be happy.

Chesterton says, “The aim of human polity is human happiness . . . There is no obligation on us to be richer, or busier, or more efficient, or more productive, or progressive, or in any way worldlier or wealthier if it does not make us happier.”

Finally. I already said this, but I’ll say it again, because it’s the last thing I’ll say: Read Chesterton.


About Dale Ahlquist

Dale Ahlquist is President of The Society of Gilbert Keith Chesterton, a worldwide lay apostolate dedicated to Catholic education, evangelization, and the social teaching of the church. He leads the Chesterton Schools Network, which exists to inspire and support the creation of joyfully Catholic, classical, and affordable high schools. around the world.

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