Over the last four centuries, the rise of rationalism and materialism has undermined Christian faith.
Such is a truism, a bromide, a weary mantra educated Christians have repeated endlessly for generations.
And with what result?
Arguably, Christianity has only grown ever more materialistic, even whilst it nominally clings to the tenets of faith, even whilst it recycles the cliche – tired AND true – of faith undermined.
Michael Martin sees the desperate need for something different. And his obvious years of urgent, passionate enquiry have yielded a glorious book – truly, filled with glory – here. And much of that glory resides in the fact there is absolutely nothing cliched about it.
Indeed, it is the very antithesis of cliches: a vibrant (re-)imaginative call to inspired thinking and action, across numerous fields, including science, education, economics, the arts, technology and more.
For Martin sees with startling freshness how much materialism – philosophic, scientific, technocratic, commercial – is not simply undermining Christian tenets. It is murdering our souls.
Just like it is murdering culture, creativity, art, the soil, the bees …
I said: “Michael Martin sees”. A better word could be FEELS. This book records a living heart suffering the murder all around him.
At times, this heart suffers, too, the kind of Catholicism that may produce sincere participation at Mass, yet all-too-easily yields to the same murderous utilitarianism the rest of the week.
Thus, there is sometimes impatience with contemporary Catholic culture here, both modern and traditional. I understand that, even if I do think that, at times, Martin is a little too impatient with good people who mean well.
Yet even if I am right, the reason, I suspect, is that his eye is set on higher horizons of human possibility than the vast majority of us and that his heart intuits remedies rarely found in the Catholic mainstream. Put differently: this author is ORIGINAL.
What his originality entails is not easily distilled in a short review like this. But his remedies involve a contemplative way of life that profoundly honours the liturgy, whilst remaining seriously concerned with how we LIVE our lives beyond the Mass.
Yet the contemplation envisaged here is not simply solitary prayer and meditation, crucial though that is. Martin also asks how we can contemplatively engage all aspects of the cosmos.
Can we prayerfully, reverently contemplate the phenomena we encounter – “be it a flower, an owl, a geode, the rising sun, or a piece of writing” – Martin asks.
If not, he suggests, we had better start. Else the continuing descent into materialistic hell is all but guaranteed. Because materialistic hell is constructed on the abstract, reductionist programme of the Enlightenment that, as Martin has it, buffers us from Reality.
In a way, the book provides a tour of this hell of Enlightenment buffering, as it feeds into modern politics, economics, technology and more.
And, as a tour of hell it is disquieting – to say the least! – yet also sobering, salutary, awakening, because based on such keen observation. Martin obviously practices what he preaches: he prays not simply at Mass, he contemplates the cosmos.
Thus, the author grieves not only the obvious horrors that concern many traditionalists such as myself – puberty blockers, pornography, transgenderism, but other horrors, too, hardly discussed enough on the Catholic “Right”. (And too often abandoned to the Catholic “Left.”) For example: the immense poison of Big Agriculture or even the demonic agencies working through cyberspace and Artificial Intelligence. (And indeed, he does mean preternatural demons, quite, quite literally.)
What Martin is not saying, though, is that all this demands hobbit-like retreat from the world or abstinence from technology. Quite the opposite.
Rather, it involves balancing soulless utilitarianism with soulful contemplation. It means, too, going to the ROOT of these things. For all this horror, poisoning the soil, poisoning children through puberty blockers, poisoning through pornography, are only symptoms of Enlightenment buffering from the Real.
That is, to say: the LIFE Christ brings us, in the Eucharist above all, but also in all that is truly wholesome in nature (or Sophianic).
Sophianic: it may help to say that Martin, a Byzantine Catholic, draws on unusual insights beyond the mainstream of (Western) Catholicism, including the Russian Sophiologists, the Phenomenologists, Goethe, Boehme, Rudolf Steiner and Valentin Tomberg. This is not to say he endorses such figures wholesale, but rather welcomes profound insight, wherever it is found.
I do not endorse these figures wholesale either. I recognise this list poses, sometimes at least, real problems for Orthodoxy.
And Orthodoxy is crucial.
But Christianity has always been about inculturation. From antiquity, it has continuously co-existed with non-Christian orientations and has sought to honour, even adopt, what is best in them.
Valentin Tomberg, I might add, believed Hermeticism needed to be baptised, rather than crushed. Martin sees this too, as do I. And his Transfiguration is in many respects an extension of the critical project Tomberg initiated.
Some may think Martin occasionally goes too far. This, plus the aforementioned impatience I experience in the book, may alienate certain readers.
This would be a great pity.
Because, dear Reader, we live in a time of great darkness, including darkness in the Church.
I said of an earlier book by Martin – reviewed here – that it shone light in the darkness.
This book, for me, shines even greater light. And I have not even mentioned how poetically beautiful his writing his . . .
I do not always agree with Martin, but I am more moved than I can possibly say.
This book is very important.