THE CATHOLIC CHURCH AND CONVERSION

BY G. K. CHESTERTON
Nihil Obstat:
Imprimatur:

Arthur J. Scanlan, S.T.D. Censor Librorum.
Patrick Cardinal Hayes +Archbishop, New York.

New York, September 16, 1926.
Copyright, 1926 by MacMillan Company

EDITOR'S NOTE
It is with diffidence that anyone born into the Faith can approach
the tremendous subject of Conversion. Indeed, it is easierfor one still quite unacquainted with the Faith to approachthat subject than it is for one who has had the advantage of
the Faith from childhood. There is at once a sort of impertinence
in approaching an experience other than one's own (necessarily moreimperfectly grasped), and an ignorance of the matter.
Those born into the Faith very often go through an experienceof their own parallel to, and in some way resembling,that experience whereby original strangers to the Faith cometo see it and to accept it. Those born into the Faith often,
I say, go through an experience of scepticism in youth,
as the years proceed, and it is still a common phenomenon(though not so often to be observed as it was a lifetime ago)
for men of the Catholic culture, acquainted with the Churchfrom childhood, to leave it in early manhood and never to return.
But it is nowadays a still more frequent phenomenon-and it is to this that I allude--for those to whom scepticism
so strongly appealed in youth to discover, by an experience of men
and of reality in all its varied forms, that the transcendental
truths they had been taught in childhood have the highest claims
upon their matured reason.
This experience of the born Catholic may, I repeat, be called
in a certain sense a phenomenon of conversion. But it differsfrom conversion properly so called, which rather signifies
the gradual discovery and acceptance of the Catholic Church by men
and women who began life with no conception of its existence:
for whom it had been during their formative years no more than a name,perhaps despised, and certainly corresponding to no known reality.
Such men and women converts are perhaps the chief factors
in the increasing vigor of the Catholic Church in our time.
The admiration which the born Catholic feels for their action
is exactly consonant to that which the Church in its earlier days
showed to the martyrs. For the word "martyr" means "witness."
The phenomenon of conversion apparent in every class, affecting every
type of character, is the great modern witness to the truthof the claim of the Faith; to the fact that the Faith is reality,
and that in it alone is the repose of reality to be found.
In proportion as men know less and less of the subject,

in that proportion do they conceive that the entrants into
the City of God are of one type, and in that proportion do theyattempt some simple definition of the mind which ultimately
accepts Catholicism. They will call it a desire for security; or an
attraction of the senses such as is exercised by music or by verse.
Or they will ascribe it to that particular sort of weakness(present in many minds) whereby they are easily dominatedand changed in mood by the action of another.
A very little experience of typical converts in our time makes nonsenseof such theories. Men and women enter by every conceivable gate, after
every, conceivable process of slow intellectual examination, of shock,of vision, of moral trial and even of merely intellectual process.
They enter through the action of expanded experience.
Some obtain this through travel, some through a reading of history
beyond their fellows, some through personal accidents of life.
And not only are the avenues of approach to the Faith infinite in number(though all converging; as must be so, since truth is one and error
infinitely divided), but the individual types in whom the processof conversion may be observed differ in every conceivable fashion.
When you have predicated of one what emotion or what reasoning process
brought him into the fold, and you attempt to apply your predicate
exactly to another, you will find a misfit. The cynic enters,
and so does the sentimentalist; and the fool enters and so does
the wise man; the perpetual questioner and doubter and the man too
easily accepting immediate authority--they each enter after his kind.
You come across an entry into the Catholic Church undoubtedly due tothe spectacle, admiration and imitation of some great character observed.
Next day you come across an entry into the Catholic Church out ofcomplete loneliness, and you are astonished to find the convert still
ignorant of the great mass of the Catholic effect on character.
And yet again, immediately after, you will find a totally different
third type, the man who enters not from loneliness, nor from the effectof another mind, but who comes in out of contempt for the insufficiency
or the evil by which he has been surrounded.
The Church is the natural home of the Human Spirit.
The truth is that if you seek for an explanation of the phenomenonof conversion under any system which bases that phenomenon
on illusion, you arrive at no answer to your question.
If you imagine conversion to proceed from this or that or theother erroneous or particular limited and insufficient cause,
you will soon discover it to be inexplicable.
There is only one explanation of the phenomenon--a phenomenon
always present, but particularly arresting to the educated man
outside the Catholic Church in the English-speaking countries-there is only one explanation which will account forthe multiplicity of such entries and for the infinitely
varied quality of the minds attracted by the great change;
and that explanation is that the Catholic Church is reality.
If a distant mountain may be mistaken for a cloud by many,but is recognised for a stable part of the world (its outline fixedand its quality permanent) by every sort of observer, and among
these especially by men famous for their interest in the debate,
for their acuteness of vision and for their earlier doubts,
the overwhelming presumption is that the thing seen is a pieceof objective reality. Fifty men on shipboard strain their eyes
for land. Five, then ten, then twenty, make the land-falland recognise it and establish it for their fellows.
To the remainder, who see it not or who think it a bank of fog,
there is replied the detail of the outline, the characterof the points recognised, and that by the most varied andtherefore convergent and convincing witnesses--by some who do
not desire that land should be there at all, by some who dread
its approach, as well as those who are glad to find it, by some
who have long most ridiculed the idea that it was land at all-and it is in this convergence of witnesses that we have oneout of the innumerable proofs upon which the rational basisof our religion reposes.
--The Editor.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER:I. INTRODUCTORY:A NEW RELIGIONII.

THE OBVIOUS BLUNDERS

III.

THE REAL OBSTACLES

IV.

THE WORLD INSIDE OUT

V. THE EXCEPTION PROVES THE RULE
VI.

A NOTE ON PRESENT PROSPECTS

CHAPTER I:INTRODUCTORY:A NEW RELIGION

The Catholic faith used to be called the Old Religion; but at the present
moment it has a recognized place among the New Religions. This has
nothing to do with its truth or falsehood; but it is a fact that has
a great deal to do with the understanding of the modern world.
It would be very undesirable that modern men should accept
Catholicism merely as a novelty; but it is a novelty.
It does act upon its existing environment with the peculiar force
and freshness of a novelty. Even those who denounce it generally
denounce it as a novelty; as an innovation and not merely a survival.
They talk of the "advanced" party in the Church of England;
they talk of the "aggression" of the Church of Rome. When theytalk of an Extremist they are as likely to mean a Ritualist
as a Socialist. Given any normal respectable Protestant family,
Anglican or Puritan, in England or America, we shall findthat Catholicism is actually for practical purposes treatedas a new religion, that is, a revolution. It is not a survival.
It is not in that sense an antiquity. It does not necessarily
owe anything to tradition. In places where tradition can do
nothing for it, in places where all the tradition is against it,
it is intruding on its own merits; not as a tradition but a truth.
The father of some such Anglican or American Puritan family
will find, very often, that all his children are breaking awayfrom his own more or less Christian compromise (regarded as normal

in the nineteenth century) and going off in various directions
after various faiths or fashions which he would call fads.
One of his sons will become a Socialist and hang up a portraitof Lenin; one of his daughters will become a Spiritualist
and play with a planchette; another daughter will go over toChristian Science and it is quite likely that another son will goover to Rome. The point is, for the moment, that from the pointof view of the father, and even in a sense of the family,
all these things act after the manner of new religions,of great movements, of enthusiasms that carry young people
off their feet and leave older people bewildered or annoyed.
Catholicism indeed, even more than the others, is often spoken
of as if it were actually one of the wild passions of youth.
Optimistic aunts and uncles say that the youth will "get over it,"as if it were a childish love affair or that unfortunatebusiness with the barmaid. Darker and sterner aunts and uncles,
perhaps at a rather earlier period, used actually to talkabout it as an indecent indulgence, as if its literature wereliterally a sort of pornography. Newman remarks quite naturally,
as if there were nothing odd about it at the time,that an undergraduate found with an ascetic manual or a bookof monastic meditations was under a sort of cloud or taint,
as having been caught with "a bad book" in his possession.
He had been wallowing in the sensual pleasure of Nones or inflaming
his lusts by contemplating an incorrect number of candles.
It is perhaps no longer the custom to regard conversion
as a form of dissipation; but it is still common to regard
conversion as a form of revolt. And as regards the establishedconvention of much of the modern world, it is a revolt.
The worthy merchant of the middle class, the worthy farmerof the Middle West, when he sends his son to college, does now
feel a faint alarm lest the boy should fall among thieves,in the sense of Communists; but he has the same sort of fear
lest he should fall among Catholics.
Now he has no fear lest he should fall among Calvinists. He has
no fear that his children will become seventeenth-century
Supralapsarians, however much he may dislike that doctrine.
He is not even particularly troubled by the possibilityof their adopting the extreme solifidian conceptions once
common among some of the more extravagant Methodists. He is
not likely to await with terror the telegram that will inform
him that his son has become a Fifth-Monarchy man, any morethan that he has joined the Albigensians. He does not exactly
lie awake at night wondering whether Tom at Oxford has becomea Lutheran any more than a Lollard. All these religions he dimlyrecognises as dead religions; or at any rate as old religions.
And he is only frightened of new religions. He is only frightenedof those fresh, provocative, paradoxical new notions that fly
to the young people's heads. But amongst these dangerous
juvenile attractions he does in practice class the freshness
and novelty of Rome.
Now this is rather odd; because Rome is not so very new.
Among these annoying new religions, one is rather an old religion;but it is the only old religion that is so new. When it was
originally and really new, no doubt a Roman father often foundhimself in the same position as the Anglican or Puritan father.
He too might find all his children going strange ways and deserting
the household gods and the sacred temple of the Capitol. He too mightfind that one of those children had joined the Christians in their
Ecclesia and possibly in their Catacombs. But he would have found that,of his other children, one cared for nothing but the Mysteries of Orpheus,
another was inclined to follow Mithras, another was a Neo-Pythagorean
who had learned vegetarianism from the Hindoos, and so on.
Though the Roman father, unlike the Victorian father, might havethe pleasure of exercising the patria potestas and cutting off the headsof all the heretics, he could not cut off the stream of all the heresies.
Only by this time most of the streams have run rather dry.
It is now seldom necessary for the anxious parent to warn hischildren against the undesirable society of the Bull of Mithras,
or even to wean him from the exclusive contemplation of Orpheus;
and though we have vegetarians always with us, they mostly know more aboutproteids than about Pythagoras. But that other youthful extravaganceis still youthful. That other new religion is once again new.
That one fleeting fashion has refused to fleet; and that ancient
bit of modernity is still modern. It is still to the Protestantparent now exactly what it was to the pagan parent then.
We might say simply that it is a nuisance; but anyhow it is a novelty.
It is not simply what the father is used to, or even what the son
is used to. It is coming in as something fresh and disturbing,whether as it came to the Greeks who were always seeking
some new thing, or as it came to the shepherds who first heard
the cry upon the hills of the good news that our language calls
the Gospel. We can explain the fact of the Greeks in the timeof St. Paul regarding it as a new thing, because it was a new thing.
But who will explain why it is still as new to the last of the converts
as it was to the first of the shepherds? It is as if a man a hundredyears old entered the Olympian games among the young Greek athletes;
which would surely have been the basis of a Greek legend.
There is something almost as legendary about the religion that is two
thousand years old now appearing as a rival of the new religions.
That is what has to be explained and cannot be explained away;
nothing can turn the legend into a myth. We have seen with our own
eyes and heard with our own ears this great modern quarrel between
young Catholics and old Protestants; and it is the first step
to recognise in any study of modern conversion.
I am not going to talk about numbers and statistics, though I
may say something about them later. The first fact to realise isa difference of substance which falsifies all the difference of size.
The great majority of Protestant bodies today, whether they arestrong or weak, are not strengthened in this particular fashion;by the actual attraction of their new followers to their old doctrines.
A young man will suddenly become a Catholic priest, or evena Catholic monk, because he has a spontaneous and even impatient
personal enthusiasm for the doctrine of Virginity as it appearedto St. Catherine or St. Clare. But how many men become Baptist
ministers because they have a personal horror of the ideaof an innocent infant coming unconsciously to Christ? How manyhonest Presbyterian ministers in Scotland really want to go backto John Knox, as a Catholic mystic might want to go back to Johnof the Cross? These men inherit positions which they feel they
can hold with reasonable consistency and general agreement;
but they do inherit them. For them religion is tradition.
We Catholics naturally do not sneer at tradition; but we saythat in this case it is really tradition and nothing else.
Not one man in a hundred of these people would ever havejoined his present communion if he had been born outside it.
Not one man in a thousand of them would have invented anythinglike his church formulas if they had not been laid down for him.
None of them has any real reason for being in their own
particular church, whatever good reason they may still havefor being outside ours. In other words, the old creed of theircommunion has ceased to function as a fresh and stimulating idea.
It is at best a motto or a war cry and at the worst a catchword.
But it is not meeting contemporary ideas like a contemporary idea.
In their time and in their turn we believe that thoseother contemporary ideas will also prove their mortality
by having also become mottoes and catchwords and traditions.
A century or two hence Spiritualism may be a tradition and Socialism
may be a tradition and Christian Science may be a tradition.
But Catholicism will not be a tradition. It will still be a nuisanceand a new and dangerous thing.
These are the general considerations which govern any personal
study of conversion to the Catholic faith. The Church has defended
tradition in a time which stupidly denied and despised tradition.
But that is simply because the Church is always the only thing defending
whatever is at the moment stupidly despised. It is already beginning
to appear as the only champion of reason in the twentieth century,
as it was the only champion of tradition in the nineteenth.
We know that the higher mathematics is trying to deny that two
and two make four and the higher mysticism to imagine somethingthat is beyond good and evil. Amid all these anti-rational
philosophies, ours will remain the only rational philosophy.
In the same spirit the Church did indeed point out the valueof tradition to a time which treated it as quite valueless.
The nineteenth-century neglect of tradition and mania for mere documents
were altogether nonsensical. They amounted to saying that men
always tell lies to children but men never make mistakes in books.
But though our sympathies are traditional because they are human,
it is not that part of the thing which stamps it as divine.
The mark of the Faith is not tradition; it is conversion.
It is the miracle by which men find truth in spite of traditionand often with the rending of all the roots of humanity.
It is with the nature of this process that I propose to deal;
and it is difficult to deal with it without introducing somethingof a personal element. My own is only a very trivial case but
naturally it is the case I know best; and I shall be compelledin the pages that follow to take many illustrations from it.
I have therefore thought it well to put first this general noteon the nature of the movement in my time; to show that I am wellaware that it is a very much larger and even a very much later
movement than is implied in describing my own life or generation.
I believe it will be more and more an issue for the rising
generation and for the generation after that, as they discover
the actual alternative in the awful actualities of our time.
And Catholics when they stand up together and sing "Faithof our Fathers" may realise almost with amusement that theymight well be singing "Faith of our Children." And in many cases
the return has been so recent as almost to deserve the descriptionof a Children's Crusade.

CHAPTER II:

THE OBVIOUS BLUNDERS

I have noted that Catholicism really is in the twentieth century

what it was in the second century; it is the New Religion. Indeed its
very antiquity preserves an attitude of novelty. I have always
thought it striking and even stirring that in the venerable
invocation of the "Tantum Ergo," which for us seems to come loadedwith accumulated ages, there is still the language of innovation;of the antique document that must yield to a new rite.
For us the hymn is something of an antique document itself.
But the rite is always new.
But if a convert is to write of conversion he must try
to retrace his steps out of that shrine back into that
ultimate wilderness where he once really believed that this
eternal youth was only the "Old Religion." It is a thing
exceedingly difficult to do and not often done well, and I
for one have little hope of doing it even tolerably well.
The difficulty was expressed to me by another convert who said,"I cannot explain why I am a Catholic; because now that I
am a Catholic I cannot imagine myself as anything else."
Nevertheless, it is right to make the imaginative effort.
It is not bigotry to be certain we are right; but it is bigotry
to be unable to imagine how we might possibly have gone wrong.
It is my duty to try to understand what H. G. Wells can possibly
mean when he says that the medieval Church did not care foreducation but only for imposing dogmas; it is my duty to speculate(however darkly) on what can have made an intelligent man like
Arnold Bennett stone-blind to all the plainest facts about Spain;
it is my duty to find if I can the thread of connected thoughtin George Moore's various condemnations of Catholic Ireland;
and it is equally my duty to labour till I understandthe strange mental state of G. K. Chesterton when he reallyassumed that the Catholic Church was a sort of ruined abbey,
almost as deserted as Stonehenge.
I must say first that, in my own case, it was at worst a matterof slights rather than slanders. Many converts far more important
than I have had to wrestle with a hundred devils of howling falsehood;with a swarm of lies and libels. I owe it to the liberal and Universalist
atmosphere of my family, of Stopford Brooke and the Unitarian preachers
they followed, that I was always just sufficiently enlightened
to be out of the reach of Maria Monk. Nevertheless, as thisis but a private privilege for which I have to be thankful,
it is necessary to say something of what I might be tempted to callthe obvious slanders, but that better men than I have not always seenthat the slander was obvious. I do not think that they exercise
much influence on the generation that is younger than mine.
The worst temptation of the most pagan youth is not so much to denouncemonks for breaking their vow as to wonder at them for keeping it.
But there is a state of transition that must be allowed for in whicha vague Protestant prejudice would rather like to have it both ways.
There is still a sort of woolly-minded philistine who would be content toconsider a friar a knave for his unchastity and a fool for his chastity.
In other words, these dying calumnies are dying but not dead;and there are still enough people who may still be held back by such
crude and clumsy obstacles that it is necessary to some extent
to clear them away. After that we can consider what may be called
the real obstacles, the real difficulties we find, which, as a fact,
are generally the very opposite of the difficulties we are told about.
But let us consider the evidence of all these things being black,
before we go on to the inconvenient fact of their being white.

The usual protest of the Protestant, that the Church of Romeis afraid of the Bible, did not, as I shall explain in a moment,
have any great terrors for me at any time. This was by no
merit of my own, but by the accident of my age and situation.
For I grew up in a world in which the Protestants, who had justproved that Rome did not believe the Bible, were excitedly
discovering that they did not believe the Bible themselves.
Some of them even tried to combine the two condemnations and saythat they were steps of progress. The next step in progressconsisted in a man kicking his father for having locked up a bookof such beauty and value, a book which the son then proceeded
to tear into a thousand pieces. I early discovered that progress
is worse than Protestantism so far as stupidity is concerned.
But most of the free-thinkers who were friends of mine happened
to think sufficiently freely to see that the Higher Criticism
was much more of an attack on Protestant Bible-worship than on
Roman authority. Anyhow, my family and friends were more concernedwith the opening of the book of Darwin than the book of Daniel;
and most of them regarded the Hebrew Scriptures as if they were
Hittite sculptures. But, even then, it would seem odd to worshipthe sculptures as gods and then smash them as idols and still go
on blaming somebody else for not having worshipped them enough.
But here again it is hard for me to know how far my own experience
is representative, or whether it would not be well to say
more of these purely Protestant prejudices and doubts than I,
from my own experience, am able to say.
The Church is a house with a hundred gates; and no two men
enter at exactly the same angle. Mine was at least as much
Agnostic as Anglican, though I accepted for a time the borderlandof Anglicanism; but only on the assumption that it could reallybe Anglo-Catholicism. There is a distinction of ultimate intention
there which in the vague English atmosphere is often missed.
It is not a difference of degree but of definite aim.
There are High Churchmen as much as Low Churchmen who are concernedfirst and last to save the Church of England. Some of them thinkit can be saved by calling it Catholic, or making it Catholic,or believing that it is Catholic; but that is what they want to save.
But I did not start out with the idea of saving the English Church,
but of finding the Catholic Church. If the two were one, so muchthe better; but I had never conceived of Catholicism as a sort of showy
attribute or attraction to be tacked on to my own national body,
but as the inmost soul of the true body, wherever it might be.
It might be said that Anglo-Catholicism was simply my own uncompleted
conversion to Catholicism. But it was from a position originallymuch more detached and indefinite that I had been converted,
an atmosphere if not agnostic at least pantheistic or unitarian.
To this I owe the fact that I find it very difficult to takesome of the Protestant propositions even seriously.
What is any man who has been in the real outer world, for instance,
to make of the everlasting cry that Catholic traditions arecondemned by the Bible? It indicates a jumble of topsy-turvy
tests and tail-foremost arguments, of which I never could at
any time see the sense. The ordinary sensible sceptic or pagan
is standing in the street (in the supreme character of the manin the street) and he sees a procession go by of the priests
of some strange cult, carrying their object of worship undera canopy, some of them wearing high head-dresses and carrying
symbolical staffs, others carrying scrolls and sacred records,
others carrying sacred images and lighted candles before them,others sacred relics in caskets or cases, and so on.
I can understand the spectator saying, "This is all hocus-pocus";
I can even understand him, in moments of irritation,
breaking up the procession, throwing down the images, tearing up
the scrolls, dancing on the priests and anything else thatmight express that general view. I can understand his saying,"Your croziers are bosh, your candles are bosh, your statues
and scrolls and relics and all the rest of it are bosh."But in what conceivable frame of mind does he rush in to
select one particular scroll of the scriptures of this one
particular group (a scroll which had always belonged to themand been a part of their hocus-pocus, if it was hocus-pocus);
why in the world should the man in the street say that one
particular scroll was not bosh, but was the one and only
truth by which all the other things were to be condemned?
Why should it not be as superstitious to worship the scrolls
as the statues, of that one particular procession? Why should it
not be as reasonable to preserve the statues as the scrolls,
by the tenets of that particular creed? To say to the priests,"Your statues and scrolls are condemned by our common sense,"
is sensible. To say, "Your statues are condemned by your scrolls,
and we are going to worship one part of your procession
and wreck the rest," is not sensible from any standpoint,
least of all that of the man in the street.
Similarly, I could never take seriously the fear of the priest,
as of something unnatural and unholy; a dangerous man in the home.
Why should man who wanted to be wicked encumber himself with special
and elaborate promises to be good? There might sometimes be areason for a priest being a profligate. But what was the reason
for a profligate being a priest? There are many more lucrative
walks of life in which a person with such shining talents for vice
and villainy might have made a brighter use of his gifts.
Why should a man encumber himself with vows that nobody could
expect him to take and he did not himself expect to keep?
Would any man make himself poor in order that he might become avaricious;or take a vow of chastity frightfully difficult to keep in orderto get into a little more trouble when he did not keep it?
All that early and sensational picture of the sins of Rome always
seemed to me silly even when I was a boy or an unbeliever; and I
cannot describe how I passed out of it because I was never in it.
I remember asking some friends at Cambridge, people of the
Puritan tradition, why in the world they were so afraid of Papists;
why a priest in somebody's house was a peril or an Irish servant
the beginning of a pestilence. I asked them why they could not simply
disagree with Papists and say so, as they did with Theosophists
or Anarchists. They seemed at once pleased and shocked with my daring,as if I had undertaken to convert a burglar or tame a mad dog.
Perhaps their alarm was really wiser than my bravado.
Anyhow, I had not then the most shadowy notion that the burglar
would convert me. That, however, I am inclined to think,is the subconscious intuition in the whole business.
It must either mean that they suspect that our religion has
something about it so wrong that the hint of it is bad for anybody;or else that it has something so right that the presence of it
would convert anybody. To do them justice, I think most of themdarkly suspect the second and not the first.
A shade more plausible than the notion that Popish priests merely
seek after evil was the notion that they are exceptionallyready to seek good by means of evil. In vulgar language,
it is the notion that if they are not sensual they are always sly.
To dissipate this is a mere matter of experience; but before I had any
experience I had seen some objections to the thing even in theory.
The theory attributed to the Jesuits was very often almost
identical with the practice adopted by nearly everybody I knew.
Everybody in society practised verbal economies, equivocations andoften direct fictions, without any sense of essential falsehood.
Every gentleman was expected to say he would be delighted
to dine with a bore; every lady said that somebody else's
baby was beautiful if she thought it as ugly as sin:
for they did not think it a sin to avoid saying ugly things.
This might be right or wrong; but it was absurd to pillory halfa dozen Popish priests for a crime committed daily by half a million,
Protestant laymen. The only difference was that the Jesuits
had been worried enough about the matter to try to make rules
and limitations saving as much verbal veracity as possible;
whereas the happy Protestants were not worried about it at all,but told lies from morning to night as merrily and innocently
as the birds sing in the trees. The fact is, of course,that the modern world is full of an utterly lawless casuistrybecause the Jesuits were prevented from making a lawful casuistry.
But every man is a casuist or a lunatic.
It is true that this general truth was hidden from many by certain
definite assertions. I can only call them, in simple language,
Protestant lies about Catholic lying. The men who repeatedthem were not necessarily lying, because they were repeating.
But the statements were of the same lucid and precise order as astatement that the Pope has three legs or that Rome is situated at
the North Pole. There is no more doubt about their nature than that.
One of them, for instance, is the positive statement, once heard
everywhere and still heard often: "Roman Catholics are taughtthat anything is lawful if done for the good of the Church." This is
not the fact; and there is an end of it. It refers to a definite
statement of an institution whose statements are very definite;
and it can be proved to be totally false. Here as always
the critics cannot see that they are trying to have it both ways.
They are always complaining that our creed is cut and dried;that we are told what to believe and must believe nothing else;that it is all written down for us in bulls and confessions of faith.
In so far as this is true, it brings a matter like thisto the point of legal and literal truth, which can be tested;and so tested, it is a lie. But even here I was saved at a very
early stage by noticing a curious fact. I noticed that those who
were most ready to blame priests for relying on rigid formulas
seldom took the trouble to find out what the formulas were.
I happened to pick up some of the amusing pamphlets of James Britten,
as I might have picked up any other pamphlets of any other propaganda;
but they set me on the track of that delightful branchof literature which he called Protestant Fiction. I foundsome of that fiction on my own account, dipping into novels
by Joseph Hocking and others. I am only concerned with them here
to illustrate this particular and curious fact about exactitude.
I could not understand why these romancers never took the trouble
to find out a few elementary facts about the thing they denounced.
The facts might easily have helped the denunciation,
where the fictions discredited it. There were any number of real
Catholic doctrines I should then have thought disgracefulto the Church. There are any number which I can still easilyimagine being made to look disgraceful to the Church. But theenemies of the Church never found these real rocks of offence.
They never looked for them. They never looked for anything.
They seemed to have simply made up out of their own heads a numberof phrases, such as a Scarlet Woman of deficient intellectmight be supposed to launch on the world; and left it at that.
Boundless freedom reigned; it was not treated as if it were a questionof fact at all. A priest might say anything about the Faith;
because a Protestant might say anything about the priest.
These novels were padded with pronouncements like this one, for instance,
which I happen to remember: "Disobeying a priest is the one sin
for which there is no absolution. We term it a reserved case."
Now obviously a man writing like that is simply imagining
what might exist; it has never occurred to him to go and ask
if it does exist. He has heard the phrase "a reserved case"and considers, in a poetic reverie, what he shall make it mean.
He does not go and ask the nearest priest what it does mean.
He does not look it up in an encyclopedia or any ordinary workof reference. There is no doubt about the fact that it simply
means a case reserved for ecclesiastical superiors and not to besettled finally by the priest. That may be a fact to be denounced;
but anyhow it is a fact. But the man much prefers to denounce
his own fancy. Any manual would tell him that there is no sin"for which there is no absolution"; not disobeying the priest;
not assassinating the Pope. It would be easy to find out thesefacts and quite easy to base a Protestant invective upon them.
It puzzled me very much, even at that early stage, to imagine
why people bringing controversial charges against a powerful andprominent institution should thus neglect to test their own case,and should draw in this random way on their own imagination.
It did not make me any more inclined to be a Catholic; in thosedays the very idea of such a thing would have seemed crazy.
But it did save me from swallowing all the solid and solemn
assertion about what Jesuits said and did. I did not accept quite
so completely as others the well-ascertained and widely accepted factthat "Roman Catholics may do anything for the good of the Church";
because I had already learned to smile at equally accepted truths
like "Disobeying a priest is the one sin for which there is
no absolution." I never dreamed that the Roman religion was true;
but I knew that its accusers, for some reason or other,were curiously inaccurate.
It is strange to me to go back to these things now, and to thinkthat I ever took them even as seriously as that. But I was notvery serious even then; and certainly I was not serious long.
The last lingering shadow of the Jesuit, gliding behind curtains
and concealing himself in cupboards, faded from my young life
about the time when I first caught a distant glimpse of the late
Father Bernard Vaughan. He was the only Jesuit I ever knew in those days;
and as you could generally hear him half a mile away, he seemed
to be ill-selected for the duties of a curtain-glider. It has always
struck me as curious that this Jesuit raised a storm by refusing
to be Jesuitical (in the journalese sense I mean), by refusing tosubstitute smooth equivocation and verbal evasion for a brute fact.
Because he talked about "killing Germans" when Germans had to be killed,
all our shifty and shamefaced morality was shocked at him.
And none of those protesting Protestants took thought for a moment
to realise that they were showing all the shuffling insincerity they
attributed to the Jesuits, and the Jesuit was showing all the plain
candour that they claimed for the Protestant.

I could give a great many other instances besides, these I
have given of the hidden Bible, the profligate priest or thetreacherous Jesuit. I could go steadily through the list of all thesemore old-fashioned charges against Rome and show how they affected me,
or rather why they did not affect me. But my only purpose here isto point out, as a preliminary, that they did not affect me at all.
I had all the difficulties that a heathen would have had in becominga Catholic in the fourth century. I had very few of the difficulties
that a Protestant had, from the seventeenth to the nineteenth.
And I owe this to men whose memories I shall always honour;
to my father and his circle and the literary tradition of men like
George Macdonald and the Universalists of the Victorian Age. If I
was born on the wrong side of the Roman wall, at least I was not bornon the wrong side of the No Popery quarrel; and if I did not inherita fully civilised faith, neither did I inherit a barbarian feud.
The people I was born amongst wished to be just to Catholics if they
did not always understand them; and I should be very thankless if I
did not record of them that (like a very much more valuable convert)
I can say I was born free.
I will add one example to illustrate this point, because itleads us on to larger matters. After a long time--I might
almost say after a lifetime--I have at last begun to realise
what the worthy Liberal or Socialist of Balham or Battersea
really means when he says he is an Internationalist and thathumanity should be preferred to the narrowness of nations.
It dawned on me quite suddenly, after I had talked to such a man
for many hours, that of course he had really been brought up
to believe that God's Englishmen were the Chosen Race. Very likely
his father or uncle actually thought they were the lost
Ten Tribes. Anyhow, everything from his daily paper to his
weekly sermon assumed that they were the salt of the earth,and especially that they were the salt of the sea.
His people had never thought outside their British nationality.
They lived in an Empire on which the sun never set, or possibly
never rose. Their Church was emphatically the Church of England-even if it was a chapel. Their religion was the Bible that went
everywhere with the Union Jack. And when I realised that,
I realised the whole story. That was why they were excitedby the exceedingly dull theory of the Internationalist. That was
why the brotherhood of nations, which to me was a truism,
to them was a trumpet. That was why it seemed sucha thrilling paradox to say that we must love foreigners;
it had in it the divine paradox that we must love enemies.
That was why the Internationalist was always planning deputationsand visits to foreign capitals and heart-to-heart talks
and hands across the sea. It was the marvel of discoveringthat foreigners had hands, let alone hearts. There was in that
excitement a sort of stifled cry: "Look! Frenchmen also have
two legs! See! Germans have noses in the same place as we!"Now a Catholic, especially a born Catholic, can never understandthat attitude, because from the first his whole religion
is rooted in the unity of the race of Adam, the one and only
Chosen Race. He is loyal to his own country; indeed he is generally
ardently loyal to it, such local affections being in other ways
very natural to his religious life, with its shrines and relics.
But just as the relic follows upon the religion, so the local
loyalty follows on the universal brotherhood of all men.
The Catholic says, "Of course we must love all men:but what do all men love? They love their lands,
their lawful boundaries, the memories of their fathers.
That is the justification of being rational, that it is normal."But the Protestant patriot really never thought of any patriotism
except his own. In that sense Protestantism is patriotism.
But unfortunately it is only patriotism. It starts with it
and never gets beyond it. We start with mankind and go
beyond it to all the varied loves and traditions of mankind.
There never was a more illuminating flash than that which lit up
the last moment of one of the most glorious of English Protestants;
one of the most Protestant and one of the most English. For that is
the meaning of that phrase of Nurse Cavell, herself the noblest
martyr of our modern religion of nationality, when the very shaftof the white sun of death shone deep into her mind and she
cried aloud, like one who had just discovered something,"I see now that patriotism is not enough."
There was this in common between the Catholics to whom I have comeand the Liberals among whom I was born: neither of them would
ever have imagined for a moment that patriotism was enough.
But that insular idealism by which that great lady lived really had
taught her unconsciously from childhood that patriotism was enough.
Not seldom has the English lady appeared in history as a heroine;but generally as facing and defying strangers or savages, not speciallyas feeling them as fellows and equals. Those last words of the English
martyr in Belgium have often been quoted by mere cosmopolitans;
but cosmopolitans are the last people really to understand them.
They are generally trying to prove, not that patriotism is not enough,but that it is a great deal too much. The point is here that
hundreds of the most heroic and high-minded people in Protestantcountries have really assumed that it is enough to be a patriot.
The most careless and cynical of Catholics knows better;and so did the most vague and visionary of Universalists. Of all
the Protestant difficulties, which I here find it hard to imagine,
this is perhaps the most common and in many ways commendable:
the fact that the normal British subject begins by being sovery British. By accident I did not. The tradition I heard in
my youth, the simple, the too simple truths inherited from Priestly
and Martineau, had in them something of that grand generalisation
upon men as men which, in the first of those great figures,
faced the howling Jingoism of the French Wars and defied eventhe legend of Trafalgar. It is to that tradition that I owe the fact,
whether it be an advantage or a disadvantage, that I cannot worthily
analyse the very heroic virtues of a Plymouth Brother whose only centre
is Plymouth. For that rationalism, defective as it was, began long ago
in the same central civilisation in which the Church herself began;
if it has ended in the Church it began long ago in the Republic:
in a world where all these flags and frontiers were unknown;where all these state establishments and national sects were unthinkable;a vast cosmopolitan cosmos that had never heard the name of England,or conceived the image of a kingdom separate and at war;in that vast pagan peace which was the matrix of all these mysteries,
which had forgotten the free cities and had not dreamed of thesmall nationalities; which knew only humanity, the humanum genus,
and the name of Rome.
The Catholic Church loves nations as she loves men; because they
are her children. But they certainly are her children,in the sense that they are secondary to her in time and processof production. This is, as it happens, a very good example

of a fallacy that often confuses discussion about the convert.
The same people who call he convert a pervert, and especiallya traitor to patriotism, very often use the other catchword
to the effect that he is forced to believe this or that.
But it is not really a question of what a man is made to believe
but of what he must believe; what he cannot help believing.
He cannot disbelieve in an elephant when he has seen one; and he cannot
treat the Church as a child when he has discovered that she is
his mother. She is not only his mother but his country's motherin being much older and more aboriginal than his country. She issuch a mother not in sentimental feeling but in historical fact.
He cannot think one thing when he knows the contrary thing.
He cannot think that Christianity was invented by Penda of Mercia,
who sent missionaries to the heathen Augustine and the rudeand barbarous Gregory. He cannot think that the Church
first rose in the middle of the British Empire, and notof the Roman Empire. He cannot think that England existed,with cricket and fox-hunting and the Jacobean translation
all complete, when Rome was founded or when Christ was born.
It is no good talking about his being "free" to believe these things.
He is exactly as free to believe them as he is to believethat a horse has feathers or that the sun is pea green.
He cannot believe them when once he fully realises them;and among such things is the notion that the national claim
upon a good patriot is in its nature more absolute, ancient andauthoritative than the claim of the whole religious culture
which first mapped out its territories and anointed its kings.
That religious culture does indeed encourage him to fight tothe last for his country, as for his family. But that is because
the religious culture is generous and imaginative and humane
and knows that men must have intimate and individual ties.
But those secondary loyalties are secondary in time and logic
to the law of universal morality which justifies them.
And if the patriot is such a fool as to force the issue againstthat universal tradition from which his own patriotism descends,
if he presses his claim to priority over the primitive lawof the whole earth--then he will have brought it on himself
if he is answered with the pulverising plainness of the Bookof Job. As God said to the man, "Where were you when the foundationsof the world were laid?" We might well say to the nation,"Where were you when the foundations of the Church were laid?"
And the nation will not know in the least what to answer-if it should wish to answer--but will be forced to put its hand
upon its mouth, if only like one who yawns and falls asleep.
I have taken this particular case of patriotism because it concerns
at least an emotion in which I profoundly believe and happen to
feel strongly. I have always done my best to defend it; though I
have sometimes become suspect by sympathising with other people's
patriotism besides my own. But I cannot see how it can be defended
except as part of a larger morality; and the Catholic morality happens
to be one of the very few large moralities now ready to defend it.
But the Church defends it as one of the duties of men and not as the whole
duty of man; as it was in the Prussian theory of the State and too often
in the British theory of the Empire. And for this the Catholic rests,
exactly as the Universalist Unitarian rested, upon the actual fact of ahuman unity anterior to all these healthy and natural human divisions.
But it is absurd to treat the Church as a novel conspiracy attacking
the State, when the State was only recently a novel experiment arising
within the Church. It is absurd to forget that the Church itself received

the first loyalties of men who had not yet even conceived the notionof founding such a national and separate state; that the Faith reallywas not only the faith of our fathers, but the faith of our fathers
before they had even named our fatherland.

CHAPTER III:THE REAL OBSTACLES

In the last chapter I have dealt in a preliminary fashion with
the Protestant case in the conventional controversial sense.
I have dealt with the objections which I suspected very earlyof being prejudices and which I now know to be prejudices.
I have dealt last and at the greatest length with what I believe
to be the noblest of all the prejudices of Protestantism:that which is simply founded on patriotism. I do not think
patriotism is necessarily prejudice; but I am quite sure it must
be prejudice and nothing else but prejudice, unless it is coveredby some common morality. And a patriotism that does not allow
other people to be patriots is not a morality but an immorality.
Even such a tribal prejudice, however, is a more respectable
thing than most of the rags and tatters of stale slander andmuddleheadedness which I am obliged to put first as the official
policy of the opposition to the Church. These stale stories
seem to count for a great deal with people who are resolved
to keep far away from the Church. I do not believe they
ever counted with anybody who had begun to draw near to it.
When a man really sees the Church, even if he dislikes what
he sees, he does not see what he had expected to dislike.
Even if he wants to slay it he is no longer able to slander it;
though he hates it at sight, what he sees is not what he looked
to see; in that place he may gain a new passion but he loses
his old prejudice. There drops from him the holy armourof his invincible ignorance; he can never be so stupid again.
If he has a ready mind he can doubtless set his new reasons in some
sort of order and even attempt to link them with his lost tradition.
But the thing he hates is there; and the last chapter was wholly
devoted to the study of things that are not there.
The real reasons are almost the opposite of the recognised reasons.
The real difficulties are almost the opposite of the recognised
difficulties. This is connected, of course, with a general fact,
now so large and obvious but still not clearly comprehended
and confessed. The whole case of Protestantism against Catholicism
has been turned clean round and is facing the contrary way.
On practically every single point on which the Reformation accused
the Church, the modern world has not only acquitted the Churchof the crime, but has actually charged it with the opposite crime.
It is as if the reformers had mobbed the Pope for being a miser,and then the court had not only acquitted him but had censured
him for his extravagance in scattering money among the mob.
The principle of modern Protestantism seems to be that so longas we go on shouting "To hell with the Pope" there is room
for the widest differences of opinion about whether he should go
to the hell of the misers or the hell of the spendthrifts.
This is what is meant by a broad basis for Christianity and the statementthat there is room for many different opinions side by side.
When the reformer says that the principles of the Reformation
give freedom to different points of view, he means that they give
freedom to the Universalist to curse Rome for having too much

predestination and to the Calvinist to curse her for having
too little. He means that in that happy family there is a place
for the No Popery man who finds Purgatory too tender-hearted
and also for the other No Popery man who finds Hell too harsh.
He means that the same description can somehow be madeto cover the Tolstoyan who blames priests because they permit
patriotism and the Diehard who blames priests because they
represent Internationalism. After all, the essential aim of true
Christianity is that priests should be blamed; and who are wethat we should set narrow dogmatic limits to the various ways
in which various temperaments may desire to blame them?
Why should we allow a cold difficulty of the logician,technically called a contradiction in terms, to stand between us
and the warm and broadening human brotherhood of all who arefull of sincere and unaffected dislike of their neighbours?
Religion is of the heart, not of the head; and as long as all ourhearts are full of a hatred for everything that our fathers loved,
we can go on flatly contradicting each other for ever about
what there is to be hated.
Such is the larger and more liberal modern attack upon the Church. It isquite inconsistent with the old doctrinal attack; but it does notpropose to lose the advantages arising from any sort of attack.
But in a somewhat analogous fashion, it will be found that the realdifficulties of a modern convert are almost the direct contrary of thosewhich were alleged by the more ancient Protestants. Protestant pamphlets
do not touch even remotely any of the real hesitations that he feels;and even Catholic pamphlets have often been concerned too muchwith answering the Protestant pamphlets. Indeed, the only sensein which the priests and propagandists of Catholicism can reallybe said to be behind the times is that they sometimes go on flogging
a dead horse and killing a heresy long after it has killed itself.
But even that is, properly understood, a fault on the side of chivalry.
The preacher, and even the persecutor, really takes the heresy more
seriously than it is seen ultimately to deserve; the inquisitor has
more respect for the heresy than the heretics have. Still, it is truethat the grounds of suspicion or fear that do really fill the convert,
and sometimes paralyse him at the very point of conversion,
have really nothing in the world to do with this old crop of crude
slanders and fallacies, and are often the very inversion of them.
The short way of putting it is to say that he is no longer
afraid of the vices but very much afraid of the virtuesof Catholicism. For instance, he has forgotten all about the oldnonsense of the cunning lies of the confessional, in his lively
and legitimate alarm of the truthfulness of the confessional.
He does not recoil from its insincerity but from its sincerity;
nor is he necessarily insincere in doing so. Realism is reallya rock of offence; it is not at all unnatural to shrink
from it; and most modern realists only manage to like itbecause they are careful to be realistic about other people.
He is near enough to the sacrament of penance to have discovered
its realism and not near enough to have yet discovered its
reasonableness and its common sense. Most of those who havegone through this experience have a certain right to say,
like the old soldier to his ignorant comrade, "Yes, I was afraid;
and if you were half as much afraid, you would run away."
Perhaps it is just as well that people go through this stage
before discovering how very little there is to be afraid of.
In any case, I will say little more of that example here,having a feeling that absolution, like death and marriage,
is a thing that a man ought to find out for himself. It will beenough to say that this is perhaps the supreme example of the factthat the Faith is a paradox that measures more within than without.
If that be true of the smallest church, it is truer still of the yet
smaller confessional-box, that is like a church within a church.
It is almost a good thing that nobody outside should knowwhat gigantic generosity, and even geniality, can be locked up
in a box, as the legendary casket held the heart of the giant.
It is a satisfaction, and almost a joke, that it is only ina dark corner and a cramped space that any man can discoverthat mountain of magnanimity.
It is the same with all the other points of attack,especially the old ones. The man who has come so far
as that along the road has long left behind him the notionthat the priest will force him to abandon his will.
But he is not unreasonably dismayed at the extent to which
he may have to use his will. He is not frightened because,
after taking this drug, he will be henceforward irresponsible.
But he is very much frightened because he will be responsible.
He will have somebody to be responsible to and he will knowwhat he is responsible for; two uncomfortable conditions which his
more fortunate fellow-creatures have nowadays entirely escaped.
There are of course many other examples of the same principle:
that there is indeed an interval of acute doubt, which is,strictly speaking, rather fear than doubt, since in some cases
at least (as I shall point out elsewhere) there is actuallyleast doubt when there is most fear.
But anyhow, the doubts are hardly ever of the sort suggested
by ordinary anti-Catholic propaganda: and it is surely timethat such propagandists brought themselves more in touchwith the real problem. The Catholic is scarcely everfrightened of the Protestant picture of Catholicism; but he issometimes frightened of the Catholic picture of Catholicism;
which may be a good reason for not disproportionately
stressing the difficult or puzzling parts of the scheme.
For the convert's sake, it should also be remembered that one
foolish word from inside does more harm than a hundred thousand
foolish words from outside. The latter he has already learned
to expect, like a blind hail or rain beating upon the Ark;
but the voices from within, even the most casual and accidental,
he is already prepared to regard as holy or more than human;
and though this is unfair to people who only profess to be
human beings, it is a fact that Catholics ought to remember.
There is many a convert who has reached a stage at which no wordfrom any Protestant or pagan could any longer hold him back.
Only the word of a Catholic can keep him from Catholicism.
It is quite false, in my experience, to say that Jesuits, or any other
Roman priests, pester and persecute people in order to proselytise.
Nobody has any notion of what the whole story is about, who does
not know that, through those long and dark and indecisive days, it is
the man who persecutes himself. The apparent inaction of the priest
may be something like the statuesque stillness of the angler; and suchan attitude is not unnatural in the functions of a fisher of men.
But it is very seldom impatient or premature and the person acted
upon is quite lonely enough to realise that it is nothing merely
external that is tugging at his liberty. The laity are probablyless wise; for in most communions the ecclesiastical layman ismore ecclesiastical than is good for his health, and certainly
much more ecclesiastical than the ecclesiastics. My experience isthat the amateur is generally much more angry than the professional;
and if he expresses his irritation at the slow process of conversion,or the inconsistencies of the intermediate condition, he may do
a great deal of harm, of the kind that he least intends to do.
I know in my own case that I always experienced a slight setback
whenever some irresponsible individual interposed to urge me on.
It is worth while, for practical reasons, to testify to such experience,
because it may guide the convert when he in his turn begins converting.
Our enemies no longer really know how to attack the faith;
but that is no reason why we should not know how to defend it.
Yet even that one trivial or incidental caution carries
with it a reminder of what has been already noted:
I mean the fact that whatever be the Catholic's worries,
they are the very contrary of the Protestant's warnings.
Merely as a matter of personal experience, I have been led to notehere that it is not generally the priest, but much more often
the layman, who rather too ostentatiously compasses sea and land
to make one proselyte. All the creepy and uncanny whispers about
the horror of having the priest in the home, as if he were a sortof vampire or a monster intrinsically different from mankind,vanishes with the smallest experience of the militant layman.
The priest does his job, but it is much more his secular
co-religionist who is disposed to explain it and talk about it.
I do not object to laymen proselytising; for I never could see,even when I was practically a pagan, why a man should not urge his
own opinions if he liked and that opinion as much as any other.
I am not likely to complain of the evangelising energyof Mr. Hilaire Belloc or Mr. Eric Gill; if only because I
owe to it the most intelligent talks of my youth.
But it is that sort of man who proselytises in that sort of way;
and the conventional caricature is wrong again when it always
represents him in a cassock. Catholicism is not spread by any
particular professional tricks or tones or secret signs or ceremonies.
Catholicism is spread by Catholics; but not certainly,
in private life at least, merely by Catholic priests.
I merely give this here out of a hundred examples, as showing once
again that the old traditional version of the terrors of Popery wasalmost always wrong, even where it might possibly have been right.
A man may say if he likes that Catholicism is the enemy;
and he may be stating from his point of view a profoundspiritual truth. But if he says that Clericalism is the enemy,
he is repeating a catchword.
It is my experience that the convert commonly passes through threestages or states of mind. The first is when he imagines himself
to be entirely detached, or even to be entirely indifferent,
but in the old sense of the term, as when the Prayer Book talksof judges who will truly and indifferently administer justice.
Some flippant modern person would probably agree that our judges
administer justice very indifferently. But the older meaning was
legitimate and even logical and it is that which is applicable here.
The first phase is that of the young philosopher who feelsthat he ought to be fair to the Church of Rome. He wishes to do
it justice; but chiefly because he sees that it suffers injustice.
I remember that when I was first on the Daily News, the great
Liberal organ of the Nonconformists, I took the troubleto draw up a list of fifteen falsehoods which I found out,
by my own personal knowledge, in a denunciation of Romeby Messrs. Horton and Hocking. I noted, for instance, that itwas nonsense to say that the Covenanters fought for religious
liberty when the Covenant denounced religious toleration;that it was false to say the Church only asked for orthodoxy andwas indifferent to morality, since, if this was true of anybody,it was obviously true of the supporters of salvation by faithand not of salvation by works; that it was absurd to say that
Catholics introduced a horrible sophistry of saying that a man
might sometimes tell a lie, since every sane man knows he would
tell a lie to save a child from Chinese torturers; that it missed
the whole point, in this connection, to quote Ward's phrase,"Make up your mind that you are justified in lying and then lie
like a trooper," for Ward's argument was against equivocationor what people call Jesuitry. He meant, "When the child reallyis hiding in the cupboard and the Chinese torturers reallyare chasing him with red-hot pincers, then (and then only)
be sure that you are right to deceive and do not hesitate to lie;
but do not stoop to equivocate. Do not bother yourself
to say, "The child is in a wooden house not far from here,"meaning the cupboard; but say the child is in Chiswick or
Chimbora zoo, or anywhere you choose." I find I made elaborate
notes of all these arguments all that long time ago, merely forthe logical pleasure of disentangling an intellectual injustice.
I had no more idea of becoming a Catholic than of becoming a cannibal.
I imagined that I was merely pointing out that justice should
be done even to cannibals. I imagined that I was noting
certain fallacies partly for the fun of the thing and partly
for a certain feeling of loyalty to the truth of things.
But as a matter of fact, looking back on these notes (which I
never published), it seems to me that I took a tremendous amountof trouble about it if I really regarded it as a trifle; and taking
trouble has certainly never been a particular weakness of mine.
It seems to me that something was already working subconsciously
to keep me more interested in fallacies about this particular
topic than in fallacies about Free Trade or Female Suffrageor the House of Lords. Anyhow, that is the first stage in myown case and I think in many other cases: the stage of simply
wishing to protect Papists from slander and oppression, not(consciously at least) because they hold any particular truth,
but because they suffer from a particular accumulation of falsehood.
The second stage is that in which the convert begins to be
conscious not only of the falsehood but the truth and is enormously
excited to find that there is far more of it than he would ever
have expected. This is not so much a stage as a progress;
and it goes on pretty rapidly but often for a long time.
It consists in discovering what a very large number of lively
and interesting ideas there are in the Catholic philosophy,that a great many of them commend themselves at once tohis sympathies, and that even those which he would not accept
have something to be said for them justifying their acceptance.
This process, which may be called discovering the Catholic Church,
is perhaps the most pleasant and straightforward partof the business easier than joining the Catholic Churchand much easier than trying to live the Catholic life.
It is like discovering a new continent full of strange flowers
and fantastic animals, which is at once wild and hospitable.
To give anything like a full account of that process would simply
be to discuss about half a hundred Catholic ideas and institutions

in turn. I might remark that much of it consists of the actof translation; of discovering the real meaning of words,
which the Church uses rightly and the world uses wrongly.
For instance, the convert discovers that "scandal" does notmean "gossip"; and the sin of causing it does not mean that it
is always wicked to set silly old women wagging their tongues.
Scandal means scandal, what it originally meant in Greek and Latin:
the tripping up of somebody else when he is trying to be good.
Or he will discover that phrases like "counsel of perfection"or "venial sin," which mean nothing at all in the newspapers,
mean something quite intelligent and interesting in the manualsof moral theology. He begins to realise that it is the secularworld that spoils the sense of words; and he catches an
exciting glimpse of the real case for the iron immortalityof the Latin Mass. It is not a question between a dead language
and a living language, in the sense of an everlasting language.
It is a question between a dead language and a dying language;
an inevitably degenerating language. It is these numberless
glimpses of great ideas, that have been hidden fromthe convert by the prejudices of his provincial culture,that constitute the adventurous and varied second stageof the conversion. It is, broadly speaking, the stage
in which the man is unconsciously trying to be converted.
And the third stage is perhaps the truest and the most terrible.
It is that in which the man is trying not to be converted.
He has come too near to the truth, and has forgotten that truth
is a magnet, with the powers of attraction and repulsion.
He is filled with a sort of fear, which makes him feel like a fool
who has been patronising "Popery" when he ought to have been awakening
to the reality of Rome. He discovers a strange and alarming fact,which is perhaps implied in Newman's interesting lecture on Blanco Whiteand the two ways of attacking Catholicism. Anyhow, it is a truth that
Newman and every other convert has probably found in one form or another.
It is impossible to be just to the Catholic Church. The moment men
cease to pull against it they feel a tug towards it. The moment theycease to shout it down they begin to listen to it with pleasure.
The moment they try to be fair to it they begin to be fond of it.
But when that affection has passed a certain point it begins to takeon the tragic and menacing grandeur of a great love affair. The manhas exactly the same sense of having committed or compromised himself;of having been in a sense entrapped, even if he is glad to be entrapped.
But for a considerable time he is not so much glad as simply terrified.
It may be that this real psychological experience has
been misunderstood by stupider people and is responsible
for all that remains of the legend that Rome is a mere trap.
But that legend misses the whole point of the psychology. It is not
the Pope who has set the trap or the priests who have baited it.
The whole point of the position is that the trap is simply the truth.
The whole point is that the man himself has made his way towards
the trap of truth, and not the trap that has run after the man.
All steps except the last step he has taken eagerly on his own account,out of interest in the truth; and even the last step, or the last stage,
only alarms him because it is so very true. If I may refer once
more to a personal experience, I may say that I for one was never lesstroubled by doubts than in the last phase, when I was troubled by fears.
Before that final delay I had been detached and ready to regard allsorts of doctrines with an open mind. Since that delay has ended
in decision, I have had all sorts of changes in mere mood; and I think
I sympathise with doubts and difficulties more than I did before.

But I had no doubts or difficulties just before. I had only fears;
fears of something that had the finality and simplicity of suicide.
But the more I thrust the thing into the back of my mind, the morecertain I grew of what Thing it was. And by a paradox that does
not frighten me now in the least, it may be that I shall never again
have such absolute assurance that the thing is true as I had when I
made my last effort to deny it.
There is a postscript or smaller point to be added here
to this paradox; which I know that many will misunderstand.
Becoming a Catholic broadens the mind. It especially broadens
the mind about the reasons for becoming a Catholic. Standing in
the centre where all roads meet, a man can look down each of the roads
in turn and realise that they come from all points of the heavens.
As long as he is still marching along his own road, that is
the only road that can be seen, or sometimes even imagined.
For instance, many a man who is not yet a Catholic calls himself
a Mediaevalist. But a man who is only a Mediaevalist is very muchbroadened by becoming a Catholic. I am myself a Mediaevalist,in the sense that I think modern life has a great deal to learn frommediaeval life; that Guilds are a better social system than Capitalism;that friars are far less offensive than philanthropists.
But I am a much more reasonable and moderate Mediaevalist
than I was when I was only a Mediaevalist. For instance,
I felt it necessary to be perpetually pitting Gothic architecture
against Greek architecture, because it was necessary to back up
Christians against pagans. But now I am in no such fuss and I
know what Coventry Patmore meant when he said calmly that it
would have been quite as Catholic to decorate his mantelpiecewith the Venus of Milo as with the Virgin. As a Mediaevalist I
am still proudest of the Gothic; but as a Catholic I am proudof the Baroque. That intensity which seems almost narrow
because it comes to the point, like a mediaeval window,
is very representative of that last concentration that comes
just before conversion. At the last moment of all, the convert
often feels as if he were looking through a leper's window.
He is looking through a little crack or crooked hole that seems
to grow smaller as he stares at it; but it is an opening thatlooks towards the Altar. Only, when he has entered the Church,
he finds that the Church is much larger inside than it is outside.
He has left behind him the lop-sidedness of lepers'
windows and even in a sense the narrowness of Gothic doors;and he is under vast domes as open as the Renaissance and asuniversal as the Republic of the world. He can say in a sense
unknown to all modern men certain ancient and serene words:
Romanus civis sum; I am not a slave.
The point for the moment, however, is that there is generally
an interval of intense nervousness, to say the least of it,
before this normal heritage is reached. To a certain extent it
is a fear which attaches to all sharp and irrevocable decisions;
it is suggested in all the old jokes about the shakiness of thebridegroom at the wedding or the recruit who takes the shillingand gets drunk partly to celebrate, but partly also to forget it.
But it is the fear of a fuller sacrament and a mightier army.
He has, by the nature of the case, left a long way behind him the mereclumsy idea that the sacrament will poison him or the army will kill him.
He has probably passed the point, though he does generally passit at some time, when he wonders whether the whole business is an
extraordinarily intelligent and ingenious confidence trick. He is notnow in the condition which may be called the last phase of real doubt.
I mean that in which he wondered whether the thing that everybody
told him was too bad to be tolerable, is not too good to be true.
Here again the recurrent principle is present; and the obstacle isthe very opposite of that which Protestant propaganda has pointed out.
If he still has the notion of being trapped, he has no longer any
notion of being tricked. He is not afraid of finding the Church out,
but rather of the Church finding him out.
This note on the stages of conversion is necessarily very negativeand inadequate. There is in the last second of time or hair's
breadth of space, before the iron leaps to the magnet, an abyss
full of all the unfathomable forces of the universe. The space
between doing and not doing such a thing is so tiny and so vast.
It is only possible here to give the reasons for Catholicism,
not the cause of Catholicism. I have tried to suggest here some ofthe enlightenments and experiences which gradually teach those who havebeen taught to think ill of the Church to begin to think well of her.
That anything described as so bad should turn out to be so good
is itself a rather arresting process having a savour of somethingsensational and strange. To come to curse and remain to bless,to come to scoff and remain to pray, is always welcome in a spirit
of wonder and the glow of an unexpected good.
But it is one thing to conclude that Catholicism is good andanother to conclude that it is right. It is one thing to conclude
that it is right and another to conclude that it is always right.
I had never believed the tradition that it was diabolical;
I had soon come to doubt the idea that it was inhuman, but that would
only have left me with the obvious inference that it was human.
It is a considerable step from that to the inference that it is divine.
When we come to that conviction of divine authority, we cometo the more mysterious matter of divine aid. In other words.
we come to the unfathomable idea of grace and the gift of faith;and I have not the smallest intention of attempting to fathom it.
It is a theological question of the utmost complexity; and it is one
thing to feel it as a fact and another to define it as a truth.
One or two points about the preliminary dispositions that
prepare the mind for it are all that need be indicated here.
To begin with, there is one sense in which the blackest bigots arereally the best philosophers. The Church really is like Antichristin the sense that it is as unique as Christ. Indeed, if it be not
Christ it probably is Antichrist; but certainly it is not Moses
or Mahomet or Buddha or Plato or Pythagoras. The more we seeof humanity, the more we sympathise with humanity, the more weshall see that when it is simply human it is simply heathen;and the names of its particular local gods or tribal prophets or highly
respectable sages are a secondary matter compared with that humanand heathen character. In the old paganism of Europe, in the existing
paganism of Asia, there have been gods and priests and prophetsand sages of all sorts; but not another institution of this sort.
The pagan cults die very slowly; they do not return very rapidly.
They do not make the sort of claim that is made at a crisis;
and then make the same claim again and again at crisis
after crisis throughout the whole history of the earth.
All that people fear in the Church, all that they hate in her,
all against which they most harden their hearts and sometimes(one is tempted to say) thicken their heads, all that has madepeople consciously and unconsciously treat the Catholic Church
as a peril, is the evidence that there is something here that wecannot look on at languidly and with detachment, as we might lookon at Hottentotts dancing at the new moon or Chinamen burning
paper in porcelain temples. The Chinaman and the tourist can beon the best of terms on a basis of mutual scorn. But in the duelof the Church and the world is no such shield of contempt.
The Church will not consent to scorn the soul of a coolie or evena tourist; and the measure of the madness with which men hate
her is but their vain attempt to despise.
Another element, far more deep and delicate and hardto describe, is the immediate connection of what is most awful
and archaic with what is most intimate and individual.
It is a miracle in itself that anything so huge and historic
in date and design should be so fresh in the affections.
It is as if a man found his own parlour and fireside in the heartof the Great Pyramid. It is as if a child's favourite dollturned out to be the oldest sacred image in the world,
worshipped in Chaldea or Nineveh. It is as if a girlto whom a man made love in a garden were also, in some dark
and double fashion, a statue standing for ever in a square.
It is just here that all those things which were regarded
as weakness come in as the fulness of strength.
Everything that men called sentimental in Roman Catholic religion,
its keepsakes, its small flowers and almost tawdry trinkets,
its figures with merciful gestures and gentle eyes, its avowedly
popular pathos and all that Matthew Arnold meant by Christianitywith its "relieving tears"--all this is a sign of sensitive andvivid vitality in anything so vast and settled and systematic.
There is nothing quite like this warmth, as in the warmthof Christmas, amid ancient hills hoary with such snows of antiquity.
It can address even God Almighty with diminutives.
In all its varied vestments it wears its Sacred Heart
upon its sleeve. But to those who know that it is fullof these lively affections, like little leaping flames,
there is something of almost ironic satisfaction in the starkand primitive size of the thing, like some prehistoric monster;in its spires and mitres like the horns of giant herds or its
colossal cornerstones like the four feet of an elephant.
It would be easy to write a merely artistic study of the strange
externals of the Roman religion, which should make it seemas uncouth and unearthly as Aztec or African religion It
would be easy to talk of it as if it were really some sortof mammoth or monster elephant, older than the Ice Age,
towering over the Stone Age; his very lines traced, it would seem,in the earthquakes or landslides of some older creation,
his very organs and outer texture akin to unrecorded patternsof vegetation and air and light--the last residuum of a lost world.
But the prehistoric monster is in the Zoological Gardens and notin the Natural History Museum. The extinct animal is still alive.
And anything outlandish and unfamiliar in its form accentuates
the startling naturalness and familiarity of its mind, as if
the Sphinx began suddenly to talk of the topics of the hour.
The super-elephant is not only a tame animal but a pet;and a young child shall lead him.
This antithesis between all that is formidable and remote and allthat is personally relevant and realistically tender is another of
those converging impressions which meet in the moment of conviction.
But of all these things, that come nearest to the actual
transition of the gift of faith, it is far harder to write thanof the rationalistic and historical preliminaries of the enquiry.
It is only with those preliminary dispositions towards the truththat I claim to deal here. In the chapters that follow I propose
to touch upon two of the larger considerations of this class,not because they are in themselves any larger than many otherimmense aspects of so mighty a theme, but because they happen
to balance each other and form a sort of antithesis very typicalof all Catholic truth. In the first of the two chapters I
shall try to point out how it is that when we praise the Church
for her greatness we do not merely mean her largeness but,in a rather notable and unique sense, her universality.
We mean her power of being cosmos and containing other things.
And in the second chapter I shall point out what may seemto disturb this truth but really balances it. I mean the factthat we value the Church because she is a Church Militant;and sometimes even because she militates against ourselves.
She is something more than the cosmos, in the sense of completed
nature or completed human nature. She proves that she is something more by sometimes being right where they are wrong.
These two aspects must be considered separately, though they cometogether to form the full conviction that comes just before conversion.
But in this chapter I have merely noted down a few points
or stages of the conversion considered as a practical process;and especially those three stages of it through which many aProtestant or Agnostic must have passed. Many a man, looking backcheerfully on them now, will not be annoyed if I call the first,
patronising the Church; and the second, discovering the Church;
and the third, running away from the Church. When those threephases are over, a larger truth begins to come into sight;
it is much too large to describe and we will proceed to describe it.

CHAPTER IV:

THE WORLD INSIDE OUT

The first fallacy about the Catholic Church is the idea that it
is a church. I mean that it is a church in the sense in which
the Nonconformist newspapers talk about The Churches. I do
not intend any expression of contempt about The Churches;
nor is it an expression of contempt to say that it would be
more convenient to call them the sects. This is true in a much
deeper and more sympathetic sense than may at first appear;
but to begin with, it is certainly true in a perfectly plainand historical sense, which has nothing to do with sympathy
at all. Thus, for instance, I have much more sympathy
for small nationalities than I have for small sects.
But it is simply a historical fact that the Roman Empire
was the Empire and that it was not a small nationality.
And it is simply a historical fact that the Roman Church is
the Church and is not a sect. Nor is there anything narrowor unreasonable in saying that the Church is the Church. It may
be a good thing that the Roman Empire broke up into nations;but it certainly was not one of the nations into which it broke up.
And even a person who thinks it fortunate that the Church
broke up into sects ought to be able to distinguish between
the little things he likes and the big thing he has broken.
As a matter of fact, in the case of things so large,
so unique and so creative of the culture about them as were
the Roman Empire and the Roman Church, it is not controversial
but simply correct to confine the one word to the one example.

Everybody who originally used the word "Empire" used it ofthat Empire; everybody who used the word "Ecclesia" used it ofthat Ecclesia. There may have been similar things in other places,
but they could not be called by the same name for the simple
reason that they were not named in the same language.
We know what we mean by a Roman Emperor; we can if we liketalk of a Chinese Emperor, just as we can if we like takea particular sort of a Mandarin and say he is equivalent
to a Marquis. But we never can be certain that he isexactly equivalent; for the thing we are thinking about ispeculiar to our own history and in that sense stands alone.
Now in that, if in no other sense, the Catholic Church stands alone.
It does not merely belong to a class of Christian churches.
It does not merely belong to a class of human religions.
Considered quite coldly and impartially, as by a manfrom the moon, it is much more sui generis than that.
It is, if the critic chooses to think so, the ruin of an
attempt at a Universal Religion which was bound to fail.
But calling the wreckers to break up a ship does not turnthe ship into one of its own timbers; and cutting Poland up
into three pieces does not make Poland the same as Posen.
But in a much more profound and philosophical sense this notion that
the Church is one of the sects is the great fallacy of the whole affair.
It is a matter more psychological and more difficult to describe.
But it is perhaps the most sensational of the silent upheavals orreversals in the mind that constitute the revolution called conversion.
Every man conceives himself as moving about in a cosmos of some kind;and the man of the days of my youth walked about in a kind of vast
and airy Crystal Palace in which there were exhibits set side by side.
The cosmos, being made of glass and iron, was partly transparent
and partly colourless; anyhow, there was something negative about it;arching over all our heads, a roof as remote as a sky, it seemed to be
impartial and impersonal. Our attention was fixed on the exhibits,
which were all carefully ticketed and arranged in rows; for it
was the age of science. Here stood all the religions in a row-the churches or sects or whatever we called them; and towards
the end of the row there was a particularly dingy and dismal one,with a pointed roof half fallen in and pointed windows most broken
with stones by passers-by; and we were told that this particularexhibit was the Roman Catholic Church. Some of us were sorry for it
and even fancied it had been rather badly used; most of us regarded it
as dirty and disreputable; a few of us even pointed out that many details
in the ruin were artistically beautiful or architecturally important.
But most people preferred to deal at other and more business-like booths;
at the Quaker shop of Peace and Plenty or the Salvation Army store
where the showman beats the big drum outside. Now conversion consists
very largely, on its intellectual side, in the discovery that all that
picture of equal creeds inside an indifferent cosmos is quite false.
It is not a question of comparing the merits and defectsof the Quaker meeting-house set beside the Catholic cathedral.
It is the Quaker meeting-house that is inside the Catholic cathedral;
it is the Catholic cathedral that covers everything like the vaultof the Crystal Palace; and it is when we look up at the vastdistant dome covering all the exhibits that we trace the Gothic
roof and the pointed windows. In other words, Quakerism is but atemporary form of Quietism which has arisen technically outside
the Church as the Quietism of Fenelon appeared technically inside
the Church. But both were in themselves temporary and would have,like Fenelon, sooner or later to return to the Church in order to live.

The principle of life in all these variations of Protestantism,in so far as it is not a principle of death, consists of what remainedin them of Catholic Christendom; and to Catholic Christendom they
have always returned to be recharged with vitality. I know that thiswill sound like a statement to be challenged; but it is true.
The return of Catholic ideas to the separated parts of Christendom
was often indeed indirect. But though the influence came through many,
centrest it always came from one. It came through the Romantic Movement,a glimpse of the mere picturesqueness of mediaevalism; but it issomething more than an accident that Romances, like Romance languages,
are named after Rome. Or it came through the instinctive reactionof old-fashioned people like Johnson or Scott or Cobbett,wishing to save old elements that had originally been Catholic against
a progress that was merely Capitalist. But it led them to denounce
that Capitalist progress and become, like Cobbett, practical foes ofProtestantism without being practising followers of Catholicism. Or itcame from the Pre-Raphaelites or the opening of continental art
and culture by Matthew Arnold and Morris and Ruskin and the rest.
But examine the actual make-up of the mind of a good Quaker orCongregational minister at this moment, and compare it with the mindof such a dissenter in the Little Bethel before such culture came.
And you will see how much of his health and happiness he owes to Ruskin
and what Ruskin owed to Giotto; to Morris and what Morris owed
to Chaucer; to fine scholars of his own school like Philip Wicksteed,
and what they owe to Dante and St. Thomas. Such a man will stillsometimes talk of the Middle Ages as the Dark Ages. But the Dark Ages
have improved the wallpaper on his wall and the dress on his wife
and all the whole dingy and vulgar life which he lived in the daysof Stiggins and Brother Tadger. For he also is a Christian and lives
only by the life of Christendom.
It is not easy to express this enormous inversion which I havehere tried to suggest in the image of a world turned inside out.
I mean that the thing which had been stared at as a small somethingswells out and swallows everything. Christendom is in the literal
sense a continent. We come to feel that it contains everything,even the things in revolt against itself. But it is perhaps
the most towering intellectual transformation of all and the onethat it is hardest to undo even for the sake of argument.
It is almost impossible even in imagination to reverse that reversal.
Another way of putting it is to say that we have come to regard
all these historical figures as characters in Catholic history,
even if they are not Catholics. And in a certain sense,
the historical as distinct from the theological sense, they never docease to be Catholic. They are not people who have really createdsomething entirely new, until they actually pass the border of reason
and create more or less crazy nightmares. But nightmares do not last;and most of them even now are in various stages of waking up.
Protestants are Catholics gone wrong; that is what is really meantby saying they are Christians. Sometimes they have gone very wrong;but not often have they gone right ahead with their own particular wrong.
Thus a Calvinist is a Catholic obsessed with the Catholic ideaof the sovereignty of God. But when he makes it mean that God
wishes particular people to be damned, we may say with all restraintthat he has become a rather morbid Catholic. In point of fact he isa diseased Catholic; and the disease left to itself would be deathor madness. But, as a matter of fact, the disease did not last long,and is itself now practically dead. But every step he takes back towards
humanity is a step back towards Catholicism. Thus a Quaker is a,
Catholic obsessed with the Catholic idea of gentle simplicity and truth.

But when he made it mean that it is a lie to say "you" and an actof idolatry to take off your hat to a lady, it is not too much to saythat whether or not he had a hat off, he certainly had a tile loose.
But as a matter of fact he himself found it necessary
to dispense with the eccentricity (and the hat) and to leave
the straight road that would have led him to a lunatic asylum.
Only every step he takes back towards common sense is a step backtowards Catholicism. In so far as he was right he was a Catholic;and in so far as he was wrong he has not himself been able toremain a Protestant.
To us, therefore, it is henceforth impossible to think of
the Quaker as a figure at the beginning of a new Quaker historyor the Calvinist as the founder of a new Calvinistic world.
It is quite obvious to us that they are simply characters in our own
Catholic history, only characters who caused a great deal of trouble
by trying to do something that we could do better and that they
did not really do at all. Now some may suppose that this canbe maintained of the older sects like Calvinists and Quakers,
but cannot be maintained of modern movements like those ofSocialists or Spiritualists. But they will be quite wrong.
The covering or continental character of the Church applies
just as much to modern manias as to the old religious manias;
it applies quite as much to Materialists or Spiritualists
as to Puritans. In all of them you find that some Catholic
dogma is, first, taken for granted; then exaggerated into an error;
and then generally reacted against and rejected as an error,
bringing the individual in question a few steps back again on the
homeward road. And this is almost always the mark of such a heretic;that while he will wildly question any other Catholic dogma,
he never dreams of questioning his own favourite Catholic dogma
and does not even seem to know that it could be questioned.
It never occurred to the Calvinist that anybody might use his
liberty to deny or limit the divine omnipotence, or to the Quakerthat anyone could question the supremacy of simplicity.
That is exactly the situation of the Socialist. Bolshevism andevery shade of any such theory of brotherhood is based upon
one unfathomably mystical Catholic dogma; the equality of men.
The Communists stake everything on the equality of man
as the Calvinists staked everything on the omnipotenceof God. They ride it to death as the others rode their dogma
to death, turning their horse into a nightmare. But it never seems
to occur to them that some people do not believe in the Catholic
dogma of the mystical equality of men. Yet there are many,even among Christians, who are so heretical as to question it.
The Socialists get into a great tangle when they try to apply it;
they compromise with their own ideals; they modify their own doctrine;and so find themselves, like the Quakers and the Calvinists,
after all their extreme extravagances, a day's march nearer Rome.
In short, the story of these sects is not one of straight lines
striking outwards and onwards, though if it were they would all
be striking in different directions. It is a pattern of curves
continually returning into the continent and common life of theirand our civilisation; and the summary of that civilisation andcentral sanity is the philosophy of the Catholic Church. To us,
Spiritualists are men studying the existence of spirits,
in a brief and blinding oblivion of the existence of evil spirits.
They are, as it were, people just educated enough to have heardof ghosts but not educated enough to have heard of witches.

If the evil spirits succeed in stopping their education and stunting
their minds, they may of course go on for ever repeating silly
messages from Plato and doggerel verses from Milton. But if they do
go a step or two further, instead of marking time on the borderland,
their next step will be to learn what the Church could have taught.
To us, Christian Scientists are simply people with one idea,
which they have never learnt to balance and combine with all
the other ideas. That is why the wealthy business man so often
becomes a Christian Scientist. He is not used to ideas and one
idea goes to his head, like one glass of wine to a starving man.
But the Catholic Church is used to living with ideas and walks among
all those very dangerous wild beasts with the poise and the lifted
head of a lion-tamer. The Christian Scientist can go on monotonously
repeating his one idea and remain a Christian Scientist. But if ever
he really goes on to any other ideas, he will be so much the nearer
to being a Catholic.
When the convert has once seen the world like that,with one balance of ideas and a number of other ideas thathave left it and lost their balance, he does not in fact
experience any of the inconveniences that he might reasonably
have feared before that silent but stunning revolution.
He is not worried by being told that there is somethingin Spiritualism or something in Christian Science. He knows
there is something in everything. But he is moved by the more
impressive fact that he finds everything in something.
And he is quite sure that if these investigators really arelooking for everything, and not merely looking for anything,
they will be more and more likely to look for it in the same place.
In that sense he is far less worried about them than he waswhen he thought that one or other of them might be the only
person having any sort of communication with the higher
mysteries and obviously rather capable of making a mess of it.
He is no more likely to be overawed by the fact that Mrs. Eddy
achieved spiritual healing or Mr. Home achieved bodily
levitation than a fully dressed gentleman in Bond Street would
be overawed by the top-hat on the head of a naked savage.
A top-hat may be a good hat but it is a bad costume.
And a magnetic trick may be a sufficient sensation but it
is a very insufficient philosophy. He is no more enviousof a Bolshevist for making a revolution than of a beaver
for making a dam; for he knows his own civilisation can makethings on a pattern not quite so simple or so monotonous.
But he believes this of his civilisation and his religion
and not merely of himself. There is nothing supercilious about
his attitude; because he is well aware that he has only scratched
the surface of the spiritual estate that is now open to him.
In other words, the convert does not in the least abandon investigation
or even adventure. He does not think he knows everything,nor has he lost curiosity about the things he does not know.
But experience has taught him that he will find nearly
everything somewhere inside that estate and that a very large
number of people are finding next to nothing outside it.
For the estate is not only a formal garden or an ordered farm;
there is plenty of hunting and fishing on it, and, as the phrase goes,very good sport.
For this is one of the very queerest of the common delusions
about what happens to the convert. In some muddled way people
have confused the natural remarks of converts, about having

found moral peace, with some idea of their having foundmental rest, in the sense of mental inaction. They might aswell say that a man who has completely recovered his health,after an attack of palsy or St. Vitus' dance, signalises hishealthy state by sitting absolutely still like a stone.
Recovering his health means recovering his power of moving
in the right way as distinct from the wrong way; but he willprobably move a great deal more than before. To become a Catholic
is not to leave off thinking, but to learn how to think.
It is so in exactly the same sense in which to recover frompalsy is not to leave off moving but to learn how to move.
The Catholic convert has for the first time a starting-point
for straight and strenuous thinking. He has for the first time
a way of testing the truth in any question that he raises.
As the world goes, especially at present, it is the other people,
the heathen and the heretics, who seem to have every virtue except
the power of connected thought. There was indeed a brief period
when a small minority did some hard thinking on the heathen
or heretical side. It barely lasted from the time of Voltaireto the time of Huxley. It has now entirely disappeared.
What is now called free thought is valued, not because it
is free thought, but because it is freedom from thought;
because it is free thoughtlessness.
Nothing is more amusing to the convert, when his conversion has been
complete for some time, than to hear the speculations about whenor whether he will repent of the conversion; when he will be sickof it, how long he will stand it, at what stage of his external
exasperation he will start up and say he can bear it no more.
For all this is founded on that optical illusion about the outside
and the inside which I have tried to sketch in this chapter.
The outsiders, stand by and see, or think they see, the convert enteringwith bowed head a sort of small temple which they are convinced
is fitted up inside like a prison, if not a torture-chamber. But
all they really know about it is that he has passed through a door.
They do not know that he has not gone into the inner darkness,but out into the broad daylight. It is he who is,in the beautiful and beatific sense of the word, an outsider.
He does not want to go into a larger room, because he does not knowof any larger room to go into. He knows of a large number of muchsmaller rooms, each of which is labelled as being very large;
but he is quite sure he would be cramped in any of them.
Each of them professes to be a complete cosmos or schemeof all things; but then so does the cosmos of the Clapham Sector the Clapton Agapemone. Each of them is supposed to be
domed with the sky or painted inside with all the stars.
But each of these cosmic systems or machines seems to him muchsmaller and even much simpler than the broad and balanced universe
in which he lives. One of them is labelled Agnostic; but he knowsby experience that it has not really even the freedom of ignorance.
It is a wheel that must always go round without a single jolt of
miraculous interruption--a circle that must not be squared by any higher
mathematics of mysticism; a machine that must be scoured as cleanof all spirits as if it were the avowed machine of materialism.
In living in a world with two orders, the supernatural andthe natural, the convert feels he is living in a larger world
and does not feel any temptation to crawl back into a smaller one.
One of them is labelled Theosophical or Buddhistic; but he knowsby experience that it is only the same sort of wearisome wheel used
for spiritual things instead of material things. Living in a worldwhere he is free to do anything, even to go to the devil, he does
not see why he should tie himself to the wheel of a mere destiny.
One of them is labelled Humanitarian; but he knows that suchhumanitarians have really far less experience of humanity.
He knows that they are thinking almost entirely of men as they are at
this moment in modern cities, and have nothing like the huge humaninterest of what began by being preached to legionaries in Palestineand is still being preached to peasants in China. So clear is thisperception that I have sometimes put it to myself, as something
between a melancholy meditation and a joke. "Where should I go now,if I did leave the Catholic Church?" I certainly would not go to anyof those little social sects which only express one idea at a time,
because that idea happens to be fashionable at the moment.
The best I could hope for would be to wander away into the woods
and become, not a Pantheist (for that is also a limitation and a bore)
but rather a pagan, in the mood to cry out that some particularmountain peak or flowering fruit tree was sacred and a thing
to be worshipped. That at least would be beginning all over again;
but it would bring me back to the same problem in the end.
If it was reasonable to have a sacred tree it was not unreasonable
to have a sacred crucifix; and if the god was to be foundon one peak he may as reasonably be found under one spire.
To find a new religion is sooner or later to have found one;and why should I have been discontented with the one I had found?
Especially, as I said in the first words of this essay, when itis the one old religion which seems capable of remaining new.
I know very well that if I went upon that journey I
should either despair or return; and that none of the trees
would ever be a substitute for the real sacred tree.
Paganism is better than pantheism, for paganism is free
to imagine divinities, while pantheism is forced to pretend,
in a priggish way, that all things are equally divine.
But I should not imagine any divinity that was sufficiently divine.
I seem to know that weary return through the woodlands; for I
think in some symbolic fashion I have walked that road before.
For as I have tried to confess here without excessive egotism,
I think I am the sort of man who came to Christ from Pan
and Dionysus and not from Luther or Laud; that the conversion I
understand is that of the pagan and not the Puritan; and uponthat antique conversion is founded the whole world that we know.
It is a transformation far more vast and tremendous
than anything that has been meant for many years past,at least in England and America, by a sectarian controversy
or a doctrinal division. On the height of that ancient empire
and that international experience, humanity had a vision.
It has not had another; but only quarrels about that one.
Paganism was the largest thing in the world and Christianity
was larger; and everything else has been comparatively small.

CHAPTER V:

THE EXCEPTION PROVES THE RULE

The Catholic Church is the only thing which saves a man fromthe degrading slavery of being a child of his age. I have compared
it with the New Religions; but this is exactly where it differsfrom the New Religions. The New Religions are in many ways suited
to the new conditions; but they are only suited to the new conditions.
When those conditions shall have changed in only a century or so,the points upon which alone they insist at present will havebecome almost pointless. If the Faith has all the freshnessof a new religion, it has all the richness of an old religion;it has especially all the reserves of an old religion.
So far as that is concerned, its antiquity is alone a great advantage,and especially a great advantage for purposes of renovation and youth.
It is only by the analogy of animal bodies that we supposethat old things must be stiff. It is a mere metaphor from bones
and arteries. In an intellectual sense old things are flexible.
Above all, they are various and have many alternatives to offer.
There is a sort of rotation of crops in religious history;
and old fields can lie fallow for a while and then be worked again.
But when the new religion or any such notion has sown its one cropof wild oats, which the wind generally blows away, it is barren.
A thing as old as the Catholic Church has an accumulated armoury
and treasury to choose from; it can pick and choose among
the centuries and brings one age to the rescue of another.
It can call in the old world to redress the balance of the new.
Anyhow, the New Religions are suited to the new world;
and this is their most damning defect. Each religion is producedby contemporary causes that can be clearly pointed out.
Socialism is a reaction against Capitalism. Spiritualism is a reaction
against Materialism; it is also in its intensified form merely
the trail of the tragedy of the Great War. But there is a somewhat
more subtle sense in which the very fitness of the new creeds makes
them unfit; their very acceptability makes them inacceptable.
Thus they all profess to be progressive because the peculiar boastof their peculiar period was progress; they claim to be democratic
because our political system still rather pathetically claims
to be democratic. They rushed to a reconciliation with science,
which was often only a premature surrender to science.
They hastily divested themselves of anything considered
dowdy or old-fashioned in the way of vesture or symbol.
They claimed to have bright services and cheery sermons;the churches competed with the cinemas; the churches evenbecame cinemas. In its more moderate form the mood was merely
one of praising natural pleasures, such as the enjoymentof nature and even the enjoyment of human nature.
These are excellent things and this is an excellent liberty;
and yet it has its limitations.
We do not really want a religion that is right where we are right.
What we want is a religion that is right where we are wrong.
In these current fashions it is not really a questionof the religion allowing us liberty; but (at the best)of the liberty allowing us a religion. These people merely
take the modern mood, with much in it that is amiable and muchthat is anarchical and much that is merely dull and obvious,and then require any creed to be cut down to fit that mood.
But the mood would exist even without the creed.
They say they want a religion to be social, when they would
be social without any religion. They say they want a religion
to be practical, when they would be practical without any religion.
They say they want a religion acceptable to science, when theywould accept the science even if they did not accept the religion.
They say they want a religion like this because they are likethis already. They say they want it, when they mean that they
could do without it.

It is a very different matter when a religion,in the real sense of a binding thing, binds men to theirmorality when it is not identical with their mood.
It is very different when some of the saints preached social
reconciliation to fierce and raging factions who could hardly
bear the sight of each others' faces. It was a very different
thing when charity was preached to pagans who really did
not believe in it; just as it is a very different thing now,
when chastity is preached to new pagans who do not believe in it.
It is in those cases that we get the real grapple of religion;and it is in those cases that we get the peculiar and solitarytriumph of the Catholic faith. It is not in merely being rightwhen we are right, as in being cheerful or hopeful or humane.
It is in having been right when we were wrong, and in
the fact coming back upon us afterwards like a boomerang.
One word that tells us what we do not know outweighs a thousandwords that tell us what we do know. And the thing is all the morestriking if we not only did not know it but could not believe it.
It may seem a paradox to say that the truth teaches us
more by the words we reject than by the words we receive.
Yet the paradox is a parable of the simplest sort andfamiliar to us all; any example might be given of it.
If a man tells us to avoid public houses, we think him
a tiresome though perhaps a well-intentioned old party.
If he tells us to use public houses, we recognise that he hasa higher morality and presents an ideal that is indeed lofty,
but perhaps a little too simple and obvious to need defence.
But if a man tells us to avoid the one particular public
house called The Pig and Whistle, on the left hand as you
turn round by the pond, the direction may seem very dogmaticand arbitrary and showing insufficient process of argument.
But if we then fling ourselves into The Pig and Whistle and are
immediately poisoned with the gin or smothered in the feather-bed
and robbed of our money, we recognise that the man who advised us
did know something about it and had a cultivated and scientificknowledge of the public houses of the district. We think iteven more, as we emerge half-murdered from The Pig and Whistle,
if we originally rejected his warning as a silly superstition.
The warning itself is almost more impressive if it was not justified
by reasons, but only by results. There is something very notable
about a thing which is arbitrary when it is also accurate.
We may very easily forget, even while we fulfil, the advice
that we thought was self-evident sense. But nothing can measure
our mystical and unfathomable reverence for the advice that wethought was nonsense.
As will be seen in a moment, I do not mean in the least that the
Catholic Church is arbitrary in the sense of never giving reasons;but I do mean that the convert is profoundly affected by the fact that,even when he did not see the reason, he lived to see that it
was reasonable. But there is something even more singular than this,which it will be well to note as a part of the convert's experience.
In many cases, as a matter of fact, he did originally have a glimpseof the reasons, even if he did not reason about them; but they were
forgotten in the interlude when reason was clouded by rationalism.
The point is not very easy to explain, and I shall be obliged
to take merely personal examples in order to explain it.
I mean that we have often had a premonition as well as a warning;
and the fact often comes back to us after we have disregarded both.
It is worth noting in connection with conversion, because the convert

is often obstructed by a catchword which says that the Church crushes
the conscience. The Church does not crush any man's conscience.
It is the man who crushes his conscience and then finds out that it
was right, when he has almost forgotten that he had one.
I will take two examples out of the new movements:
Socialism and Spiritualism. Now it is perfectly true that when I firstbegan to think seriously about Socialism, I was a Socialist. But it
is equally true, and more important than it sounds, that before I
had ever heard of Socialism I was a strong anti-Socialist. I was
what has since been called a Distributist, though I did not know it.
When I was a child and dreamed the usual dreams about kings and clowns
and robbers and policemen, I always conceived all contentment
and dignity as consisting in something compact and personal;
in being king of the castle or captain of the pirate ship or the man
who owned the shop or the robber who was safe in the cavern.
As I passed through boyhood I always imagined battles for justice as
being the defence of special walls and houses and high defiant shrines;
and I embodied some of those crude but coloured visions in a story
called The Napoleon of Notting Hill. All this happened, in fancy
at least, when I had never heard of Socialism and was a much better
judge of it.
Shades of the prison-house began to close and with them came a merely
mechanical discussion as to how we were all to get out of prison.
Then indeed, in the darkness of the dungeon, was heard the voiceof Mr. Sidney Webb, telling us that we could only conceivably
get out of our Capitalist captivity with the patent Chubb key
of Collectivism. Or to use a more exact metaphor, he told us that we
could only escape from our dark and filthy cells of industrial
slavery by melting all our private latchkeys into one gigantic
latchkey as large as a battering ram. We did not really like giving
up our little private keys or local attachments or love of ourown possessions; but we were quite convinced that social justicemust be done somehow and could only be done socialistically.
I therefore became a Socialist in the old days of the Fabian Society;and so I think did everybody else worth talking about except
the Catholics. And the Catholics were an insignificant handful,the dregs of a dead religion, essentially a superstition.
About this time appeared the Encyclical on Labour by Leo XIII;
and nobody in our really well-informed world took much notice of it.
Certainly the Pope spoke as strongly as any Socialist could speak
when he said that Capitalism "laid on the toiling millions a yokelittle better than slavery." But as the Pope was not a Socialist it
was obvious that he had not read the right Socialist books and pamphlets;
and we could not expect the poor old gentleman to know what every
young man knew by this time--that Socialism was inevitable.
That was a long time ago, and by a gradual process, mostly practicaland political, which I have no intention of describing here,
most of us began to realise that Socialism was not inevitable;that it was not really popular; that it was not the only way,or even the right way, of restoring the rights of the poor.
We have come to the conclusion that the obvious cure for private
property being given to the few is to see that it is given to the many;
not to see that it is taken away from everybody or given in trust
to the dear good politicians. Then, having discovered that fact
as a fact, we look back at Leo XIII and discover in his oldand dated document, of which we took no notice at the time,that he was saying then exactly what we are saying now.
"As many as possible of the working classes should become owners."

That is what I mean by the justification of arbitrary warning.
If the Pope had said then exactly what we said and wanted
him to say, we should not have really reverenced him thenand we should have entirely repudiated him afterwards.
He would only have marched with the million who accepted Fabianism;and with them he would have marched away. But when he saw a distinction
we did not see then, and do see now, that distinction is decisive.
It marks a disagreement more convincing than a hundred agreements.
It is not that he was right when we were right, but that he wasright when we were wrong.
The superficial critic of these things, noting that I am no longer
a Socialist, will always say, "Of course, you are a Catholic and you
are not allowed to be a Socialist." To which I answer emphatically,
No. That is missing the whole point. The Church anticipated
my experience; but it was experience and not only obedience.
I am quite sure now from merely living in this world, and seeing
something of Catholic peasants as well as Collectivist officials,
that it is happier and healthier for most men to become owners
than for them to give up all ownership to those officials.
I do not follow the State Socialist in his extreme belief in the State;
but I have not ceased to be credulous about the State merely
because I have become credulous about the Church. I believe
less in the State because I know more of the statesmen.
I cannot believe small property to be impossible after I have seen it.
I cannot believe State management to be impeccable after I haveseen it. It is not any authority, except what St. Thomas calls
the authority of the senses, which tells me that the mere communityof goods is a solution that is too much of a simplification.
The Church has taught me, but I could not unteach myself;
I have learned because I have lived. and I could not unlearn it.
If I ceased to be a Catholic I could not again be a Communist.
As it happens, my story was almost exactly the same in connection
with Spiritualism. There again I was modern when I was young,but not when I was very young. While I had a vague but innocent
nursery religion still hanging about me, I regarded the first signsof these psychic and psychological things with mere repugnance.
I hated the whole notion of mesmerism and magnetic tricks with the mind;
I loathed their bulging eyes and stiff attitudes and unnatural
trances and the whole bag of tricks. When I saw a girl I admired
set down to crystal-gazing, I was furious; I hardly knew why.
Then came the period when I wanted to know why, when I examined
my own reasons and found I had none. I saw that it was inconsistentin science to revere research and forbid psychical research.
I saw that men of science were more and more accepting these things and I
went along with my scientific age. I was never exactly a Spiritualist,
but I almost always defended Spiritualism. I experimented witha planchette, quite enough to convince myself finally that somethings do happen that are not in the ordinary sense natural.
I have since come to think, for reasons that would require too muchspace to detail, that it is not so much supernatural as unnaturaland even anti-natural. I believe the experiments were bad for me;
I believe they are bad for the other experimentalists.
But I found out the fact long before I found out the Catholic Churchor the Catholic view of that question. Only, as I have said,
when I do find it out, I find it rather impressive; for it is not
the religion that was right when I was right, but the religion
that was right when I was wrong.

But I wish to note about both those cases that the common
cant in the matter is emphatically not true. It is not truethat the Church crushed my natural conscience; it is not truethat the Church asked me to give up my individual ideal.
It is not true that Collectivism was ever my ideal.
I do not believe it was ever really anybody else's ideal.
It was not an ideal but a compromise; it was a concession
to practical economists who told us that we could not prevent
poverty except by something uncommonly like slavery.
State Socialism never came natural to us; it never convinced usthat it was natural; it convinced us that it was necessary.
In exactly the same way Spiritualism never came as something
natural but only as something necessary. Each told usthat it was the only way into the promised land, in the one
case of a future life and the other of life in the future.
We did not like government departments and tickets and registers;
but we were told there was no other way of reaching a better society.
We did not like dark rooms and dubious mediums and ladies tied up withrope, but we were told there was no other way to reach a better world.
We were ready to crawl down a municipal drain-pipe or througha spiritual sewer, because it was the only way to better things;
the only way even to prove that there were better things.
But the drain-pipe had never figured in our dreams like a
tower of ivory or a house of gold, or even like the robbers'
tower of our romantic boyhood or the solid and comfortable houseof our matured experience. The Faith had not only been true
all along, but it had been true to the first and the last things,
to our unspoilt instincts and our conclusive experience;and it had condemned nothing but an interlude of intellectual
snobbishness and surrender to the persuasions of pedantry.
It had condemned nothing but what we ourselves should have cometo condemn, though we might have condemned it too late.
The Church therefore never made my individual ideal impossible;
it would be truer to say that she was the first to make it possible.
The Encyclical's ideal had been much nearer my own instinct
than the ideal I had consented to substitute for it.
The Catholic suspicion of table-rapping was much more like my own
original suspicion than it was like my own subsequent surrender.
But in those two cases it is surely clear that the Catholic Church
plays exactly the part that she professes to play:something that knows what we cannot be expected to know,
but should probably accept if we really knew it. I am notin this case, any more than in the greater part of this study,referring to the things that are really best worth knowing.
The supernatural truths are connected with the mystery of grace
and are a matter for theologians; admittedly a rather delicate
and difficult matter even for them. But though the transcendental
truths are the most important they are not those that best illustrate
this particular point, which concerns the decisions which canbe more or less tested by experience And of all those things
that can be tested by experience I could tell the same story:
that there was a time when I thought the Catholic doctrine
was meaningless, but that even that was not the very earliest time,
which was a time of greater simplicity, when I had a sort of glimpseof the meaning though I had never even heard of the doctrine.
The world deceived me and the Church would at any time haveundeceived me. The thing that a man may really shed at last likea superstition is the fashion of this world that passes away.

I could give many other examples, but I fear they, would inevitably
tend to be egotistical examples. Throughout this brief study
I am under the double difficulty that all roads lead to Rome,but that each pilgrim is tempted to talk as if all roads had been
like his own road. I could write a great deal, for instance,
about my early wrestlings with the rather ridiculous dilemma
which was put to me in my youth by the optimist and the pessimist.
I promptly and properly refused to be a pessimist; and I
therefore fell into the way of calling myself an optimist.
Now I should not call myself either, and what is more important
I can see that virtue may be entangled in both. But I think it
is entangled; and I think that an older and simpler truth can loosen
the tangle. But the point in the present connection is this:that before I had ever heard of optimists or pessimists I was
something much more like what I am now than could be coveredby either of those two pedantic words. In my childhood I assumed
that cheerfulness was a good thing, but I also assumed that it
was a bad thing not to protest against things that are really bad.
After an interlude of intellectual formalism and false antithesis,
I have come back to being able to think what I could then only feel.
But I have realised that the protest can rise to a much more divine
indignation and that the cheerfulness is but a faint suggestionof a much more divine joy. It is not so much that I have found
I was wrong as that I have found out why I was right.
In this we find the supreme example of the exception that proves
the rule. The rule, of which I have given a rough outline in
the previous chapter, is that the Catholic philosophy is a universal
philosophy found to fit anywhere with human nature and the natureof things. But even when it does not fit in with human nature it
is found in the long run to favour something yet more fitting.
It generally suits us, but where it does not suit us we learn
to suit it, so long as we are alive enough to learn anything.
In the rare cases where a reasonable man can really say that it cuts
across his intelligence, it will generally be found that it is true,
not only to truth, but even to his deepest instinct for truth.
Education does not cease with conversion, but rather begins.
The man does not cease to study because he has become convincedthat certain things are worth studying; and these things include
not only the orthodox values but even the orthodox vetoes.
Strangely enough, in a sense, the forbidden fruit is often
more fruitful than the free. It is more fruitful in the senseof a fascinating botanical study of why it is really poisonous.
Thus for the sake of an example, all healthy people have an instinct
against usury; and the Church has only confirmed that instinct.
But to learn how to define usury, to study what it is andto argue why it is wrong, is to have a liberal education,
not only in political economy, but in the philosophy of Aristotle
and the history of the Councils of Lateran. There almost always
is a human reason for all the merely human advice given by the Church
to humanity; and to find out the principle of the thing is,among other things, one of the keenest of intellectual pleasures.
But in any case the fact remains that the Church is rightin the main in being tolerant in the main; but that where she
is intolerant she is most right and even most reasonable.
Adam lived in a garden where a thousand mercies were granted to him;
but the one inhibition was the greatest mercy of all.
In the same way, let the convert, or still more the semi-convert,
face any one fact that does seem to him to deface the Catholicscheme as a falsehood; and if he faces it long enoughhe will probably find that it is the greatest truth of all.
I have found this myself in that extreme logic of free will which
is found in the fallen angels and the possibility of perdition.
Such things are altogether beyond my imagination, but the lines
of logic go out towards them in my reason. Indeed, I canundertake to justify the whole Catholic theology, if I be granted
to start with the supreme sacredness and value of two things:
Reason and Liberty. It is an illuminating comment on current
anti-Catholic talk that they are the two things which most people
imagine to be forbidden to Catholics.
But the best way of putting what I mean is to repeat what I
have already said, in connection with the satisfying scopeof Catholic universality. I cannot picture these theologicalultimates and I have not the authority or learning to define them.
But I still put the matter to myself thus: Supposing I were
so miserable as to lose the Faith, could I go back to thatcheap charity and crude optimism which says that every sin
is a blunder, that evil cannot conquer or does not even exist?
I could no more go back to those cushioned chapels than a man who hasregained his sanity would willingly go back to a padded cell.
I might cease to believe in a God of any kind; but I could
not cease to think that a God who had made men and angels
free was finer than one who coerced them into comfort.
I might cease to believe in a future life of any kind; but I could
not cease to think it was a finer doctrine that we choose and makeour future life than that it is fitted out for us like an hotel
and we are taken there in a celestial omnibus as compulsory
as a Black Maria. I know that Catholicism is too large for me,
and I have not yet explored its beautiful or terrible truths.
But I know that Universalism is too small for me; and I could
not creep back into that dull safety, who have looked on the dizzyvision of liberty.

CHAPTER VI:

A NOTE ON PRESENT PROSPECTS

On reconsidering these notes I find them to be far too personal;
yet I do not know how any conception of conversion can be anything else.
I do not profess to have any particular knowledge about the actual
conditions and calculations of the Catholic movement at the moment.
I do not believe that anybody else has any knowledge of what it will belike the next moment. Statistics are generally misleading and predictions
are practically always false. But there is always a certain fainttradition of the thing called common sense; and so long as a glimmerof it remains, in spite of all journalism and State instruction,
it is possible to appreciate what we call a reality. Nobody in his
five wits will deny that at this moment conversion is a reality.
Everybody knows that his own social circle, which fifty years ago
would have been a firm territory of Protestantism, perhaps hardening
into rationalism or indifference but doing even that slowly and without
conscious convulsion, has just lately shown a curious disposition
to collapse softly and suddenly, first in one unexpected place andthen in another, making great holes in that solid land and letting
up the leaping flames of what was counted an extinct volcano.
It is in everybody's experience, whether he is sad or glad or mador merely indifferent, that these conversions seem to come of themselvesin the most curious and apparently accidental quarters; Tom's wife,

Harry's brother, Fanny's funny sister-in-law who went on the stage,
Sam's eccentric uncle who studied military strategy--of each of these
isolated souls we hear suddenly that it is isolated no longer.
It is one with the souls militant and triumphant.
Against these things (which we know as facts and do not merely
read as statistics) there is admittedly something to be set.
It is what is commonly called leakage; and with a paragraphupon this point I will close these pages. Father Ronald Knox,
with that felicity that is so good that the wit almost seems
like good luck, has remarked that the Catholic Church really
does have to get on by hook or crook. That is, by the hookof the fisherman and the crook of the shepherd; and it is the hookthat has to catch the convert and the crook that has to keep him.
He said in this connection that the conversions to the Church justnow were so numerous that they would be obvious and overwhelming,
like a landslide, if it were not that they were neutralised inmere numbers, or rather lessened in their full claim of numbers,
by a certain amount of falling away in other directions.
Now the first fact to realise is that it is in other directions,in totally different directions. Some people, especially young people,
abandon practising Catholicism. But none of them abandon it
for Protestantism. All of them practically abandon it for paganism.
Most of them abandon it for something that is really rather
too simple to be called an -ism of any kind. They abandon it
for things and not theories; and when they do have theories
they may sometimes be Bolshevist theories or Futurist theories,
but they are practically never the theological theories
of Protestantism. I will not say they leave Catholicism
for beer and skittles; for Catholicism has never discouraged
those Christian institutions as Protestantism sometimes has.
They leave it to have a high old time; and considering what a muddle
we have made of modern morality, they can hardly be blamed.
But this reaction, which is only that of a section, is in its naturea reaction of the young and as such I do not think it will last.
I know it is the cant phrase of the old rationalists that theirreason prevents a return to the Faith, but it is false:
it is no longer reason but rather passion.
This may sound a sweeping statement, but if it be examined itwill be found not unjust, and certainly not unsympathetic.
Nothing is more notable if we really study the characteristicsof the rising generation than the fact that they are not acting
upon any exact and definite philosophy, such as those which havemade the revolutions of the past. If they are anarchical,
they are not anarchist. The dogmatic anarchism of the middleof the nineteenth century is not the creed they hold, or eventhe excuse they offer. They have a considerable negative revolt
against religion, a negative revolt against negative morality.
They have a feeling, which is not unreasonable, that tocommit themselves to the Catholic citizenship is to takeresponsibilities that continually act as restraints.
But they do not maintain anything like a contrary system ofspiritual citizenship, or moral responsibility. For instance,
it is perfectly natural that they should want to act naturally.
But they do not want to act naturally according to any intellectual
theory of the reliability of Nature. On the contrary, their young
and brilliant literary representatives are very prone to press
upon us the crudity and cruelty of Nature. That is the moralof Mr. Aldous Huxley, and of many others. State to them any of

the consistent theories of the supreme claim of Nature upon us,
such as the pantheistic idea of God in all natural things;
or the Nietzschean theory that nature is evolving somethingwith superior claims to our own; or any other definable defenceof the natural process itself, and they will almost certainly
reject it as something unproved or exploded. They do not wantto have an exact imitation of the laws of the physical universe;they want to have their own way, a much more intelligible desire.
But the result is that they are, after all, at a disadvantage
in face of those other young people who have satisfied theirreason by a scheme that makes the universe reasonable.
For that is the very simple explanation of the affair.
In so far as there is really a secession among the young, it isbut a part of the same process as that conversion of the young,of which I wrote in the first chapter. The rising generation
sees the real issue; and those who are ready for it rally,
and those who are not ready for it scatter. But there canbe but one end to a war between a solid and a scattered army.
It is not a controversy between two philosophies, as was the Catholicand the Calvinist, or the Catholic and the Materialist. It isa controversy between philosophers and philanderers.
I do not say it in contempt; I have much more sympathy
with the person who leaves the Church for a love-affair thanwith one who leaves it for a long-winded German theory to provethat God is evil or that children are a sort of morbid monkey.
But the very laws of life are against the endurance of a revoltthat rests on nothing but natural passion; it is bound to change
in its proportion with the coming of experience; and, at the worst,
it will become a battle between bad Catholics and good Catholics,
with the great dome over all.