We have collectively forgotten something as a civilisation – we have forgotten how odd Christianity is, and how that oddness saved the West. Like the curse of the Lady of the Green Kirtle in C.S. Lewis’s The Silver Chair, we have been lulled into a forgetful slumber. We have forgotten who we are, our home above and the wonder of our incarnate God.
The virtues are indispensable for a functional society, a useful life and a noble legacy – but who says any of those things are good ends in and of themselves?
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