Medieval and renaissance people had some wonderful ideas about how things should be. From clothing to furnishings, from art to architecture, and from the people of more modest surroundings to the social elite, everything was done with excellence and style that display the care and craftsmanship of the hands that made them.
The food was real food and it was as beautiful look to at as it was to eat. It was prepared for the eye as well as the palate. Meals were a time for gathering and more of an event, a time to reflect or an opportunity to fellowship, rather than a mere intake of calories for sustenance. Preparation was long and arduous and the meal reflected the effort of the cook. The flavors of the house, the hearth and fire, the bread bowl or even the comfortable and familiar flavor that the cheese and milk took on from their own home field that nourished a family cow were unique and pleasant. The labor and skill that went into every day chores in order to have food on the table was far beyond what most of us today can comprehend. It's certainly a far cry from a trip to the supermarket and a few minutes in front of the microwave, or a quick pass through the drive-up window at the corner burger joint.
The art of the period was stunning. The music was masterful and full of mood and emotion, rich with melodies and harmonies and able to tell a story that your heart could understand. Able to inspire art and dance and to "soothe the savage soul", the composers of the day were sought after and sponsored by aristocrats and even kings. Paintings and sculptures from those times seem almost impossible to create with human hands. The masters of the era are still unrivaled.
The food was real food and it was as beautiful look to at as it was to eat. It was prepared for the eye as well as the palate. Meals were a time for gathering and more of an event, a time to reflect or an opportunity to fellowship, rather than a mere intake of calories for sustenance. Preparation was long and arduous and the meal reflected the effort of the cook. The flavors of the house, the hearth and fire, the bread bowl or even the comfortable and familiar flavor that the cheese and milk took on from their own home field that nourished a family cow were unique and pleasant. The labor and skill that went into every day chores in order to have food on the table was far beyond what most of us today can comprehend. It's certainly a far cry from a trip to the supermarket and a few minutes in front of the microwave, or a quick pass through the drive-up window at the corner burger joint.
The art of the period was stunning. The music was masterful and full of mood and emotion, rich with melodies and harmonies and able to tell a story that your heart could understand. Able to inspire art and dance and to "soothe the savage soul", the composers of the day were sought after and sponsored by aristocrats and even kings. Paintings and sculptures from those times seem almost impossible to create with human hands. The masters of the era are still unrivaled.
The costume accentuated the beauty of the people, the fine details as important as the item they were adorning. Layers and lace, beads and embroidery, modesty and magnificent fabrics that had such volume and texture that they were works of art themselves.
The image we often have of the medieval times is of poverty and slavery, filth and illness, but I doubt that it was actually a lot different than today. We have our poor and enslaved, our diseases and cruelty. All generations do, sadly, but they were people who lived lives every day in their world and time just as we do. Their routines and traditions were as real and precious to them as ours are to us today. They lived and worked and created and dreamed and loved. Their legacy is one of bravery, excellence, beauty, and strength. They were accountable to their fellows, to themselves and to their God. They were an excellent people at whatever station they served.
The image we often have of the medieval times is of poverty and slavery, filth and illness, but I doubt that it was actually a lot different than today. We have our poor and enslaved, our diseases and cruelty. All generations do, sadly, but they were people who lived lives every day in their world and time just as we do. Their routines and traditions were as real and precious to them as ours are to us today. They lived and worked and created and dreamed and loved. Their legacy is one of bravery, excellence, beauty, and strength. They were accountable to their fellows, to themselves and to their God. They were an excellent people at whatever station they served.
Somewhere along the lines we lost our love of personal excellence. Whether we were drained of it or gave it up willfully for the sake of money or convenience, style, real beauty and accountability to ourselves has practically faded away from us as a culture.
When did we become so vulgar and empty? We pride ourselves on creativity and individuality, but we've all but lost personal excellence. We still have our masters and our prodigies, but our accomplishments as individuals in society and our legacies, what we offer to time and history, are sadly lacking in the things that define us as the people that we think we are: smart, metropolitan, urbane, polished, sophisticates, intellectuals. We are cheap, dime a dozen phonies, stamped out en masse by a consumerist desire to be the momentary center of attention. I don't think we care much for ourselves or others. We are consumed by the desire to sate our insatiable emotional greed.
I wonder if the people of history thought of these things? Probably. I wonder if they noticed the deterioration of their world and longed for something more stable and strong. Probably.
What got me started thinking about all this? It's simple. I am a baseball fan. My close family members have long been die hard Chicago Cub fans, and 1908 was the last year that the Cubs won the Major League Baseball World Series. As sort of a joke I started reading about 1908 and the stories from the headlines of that year. The Ottoman Empire still existed. It was also the same year that the first major commercial oil discovery is made in the middle east. Theodore Roosevelt was president, the boy scouts were founded, and the song, "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" was published. The 46th star was added to the flag of the United States representing the state of Oklahoma. "Anne of Green Gables" was published as was "The Wind in the Willows." The first long distance radio message was sent from the Eiffel Tower, Wilbur Wright flew the first true controlled, powered flight, and Mother's Day was celebrated for the first time. It was modern history condensed into one teams losing streak.
When did we become so vulgar and empty? We pride ourselves on creativity and individuality, but we've all but lost personal excellence. We still have our masters and our prodigies, but our accomplishments as individuals in society and our legacies, what we offer to time and history, are sadly lacking in the things that define us as the people that we think we are: smart, metropolitan, urbane, polished, sophisticates, intellectuals. We are cheap, dime a dozen phonies, stamped out en masse by a consumerist desire to be the momentary center of attention. I don't think we care much for ourselves or others. We are consumed by the desire to sate our insatiable emotional greed.
I wonder if the people of history thought of these things? Probably. I wonder if they noticed the deterioration of their world and longed for something more stable and strong. Probably.
What got me started thinking about all this? It's simple. I am a baseball fan. My close family members have long been die hard Chicago Cub fans, and 1908 was the last year that the Cubs won the Major League Baseball World Series. As sort of a joke I started reading about 1908 and the stories from the headlines of that year. The Ottoman Empire still existed. It was also the same year that the first major commercial oil discovery is made in the middle east. Theodore Roosevelt was president, the boy scouts were founded, and the song, "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" was published. The 46th star was added to the flag of the United States representing the state of Oklahoma. "Anne of Green Gables" was published as was "The Wind in the Willows." The first long distance radio message was sent from the Eiffel Tower, Wilbur Wright flew the first true controlled, powered flight, and Mother's Day was celebrated for the first time. It was modern history condensed into one teams losing streak.
While I was searching and reading, I sort of stumbled across an interesting article about John Tyler, the tenth president of the United states. As of January, 2012, he still has two living grandsons. They are not great-great grandsons, or even great grandsons, but grandsons. We are currently breathing the same air as men who are that directly connected to our American heritage and our history. You see? History isn't that far removed. When I was a child, I sat on the lap of a man whose parents undoubtedly lived when Abraham Lincoln was still president. Fear of the "red Indians" was in the collective consciences of some of my own family members. I remember the talk.
History is not far, far past. Time is fleeting.
We were born to this generation and God has chosen us to see it through. Our time is no more or less desirable or difficult than any other. If I am wrong about that and we are in fact a part of a generation more difficult and challenging than any other, then REJOICE! God has seen fit to place us in this day and hour. Evidently we have what it takes to get the job done. I will fulfill my part. Providence is on our side. Carry on.
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