Because all I’m reading is blaming women for lack of male participation. What ever happened to the manly characteristic of personal responsibility? How are men being discouraged, directly or indirectly, from becoming more active in church?
I’m going to bore everybody here to tears, but I just have to say the following.
I’m not Polish, but one of the books that rang a major bell in my mind was Michener’s “Poland”. “Polishness” it turns out, is a pretty complicated thing, but it’s a culture all its own.
One of the essential features of “Polishness” is the Polish view of Poland as the “savior nation”. They have been in the path of every conquerer of consequence other than the Romans, much of whose culture, interestingly, they adopted, rejecting both “Russianness” and “Germanness”. “Romanitas”, in fact, is part of “Polishness”; an essential ingredient.
But one of the central features of Polish culture, according to Michener anyway, is “male as self-sacrificing hero”. He’s the one who mounts his horse and charges off into impossible battles with Huns, Mongols, Tatars, Russians, Swedes, Turks, Germans and, in so doing, saves family, society, and the whole West in the bargain, or at least attempts it.
That struck me as being almost equivalent to “maleness”. The true man, in my mind, is one who teaches his children religion with conviction and persuasiveness, who teaches them kind discipline, who protects them and his wife, who is the primary person who goes out to face what the world has to hand out. Not for his own benefit, but for theirs. He dresses for Mass and goes without fail, and he does not even allow of the possibility that his children will not go with him. He participates with dignity even if everybody else is slouching there wearing a “Say whut?” T-shirt. Like the Pole, he supports “Romanitas”. As erstwhile “heroes”, we men are often ridiculous to women, just as the Polish horseman often drew the irritation of his wife when he mounted his horse and charged off, sword in hand, in an impossible battle with the Mongols. He might not come home, just as a real man in our own time might, due to stress or work hazards, not come home one day. But I genuinely believe women like that kind of ridiculousness; a virtually laughable attempt to protect her and family against all the world.
But a real man goes out anyway. He does not set himself up as his wife’s rival in those things she, as a woman, wants to do and feels part of her “womanness”. If she fancies herself a “recipe whiz”, he does not rival it by learning fancy French cuisine that’s better. He does not argue with her decor decisions. In her gentleness and motherliness with children, he does not attempt to rival her. In her sharing grief of others, he stands stolid as a comforter even if his heart is breaking. If she grows old so that every woman on the street looks better, he tells her that her beauty is undiminished. If she gets sick, he tends to her. But if he gets sick, he “mans up” and goes through it.
If the toilet ceases to function, he volunteers to fix it. If her tire is flat, he changes it. If an errand must be run in frigid temperatures, he tells his wife “a little fresh air would do me good” and goes. If the baby fouls his diaper, he changes it. If the baby has colic, he holds the little thing on his chest to warm its little stomach. He is the man on horseback, meeting the foes of the family.
I have little patience with the modern view that a man should feel free to cry in front of his lady. What kind of silliness is that? If he shows courage and solidity, she is more free to give vent to her feelings. But he should always do it gently, and with whatever remedial action he can think of. And guess what? If, at some point, he just can’t help it no matter how much he tries to stifle, and at least tries to hide it, it has meaning beyond the manifestation of a crybaby.
I’m glad I read “Poland”. It personified in a particular kind of culture, what I have long believed about true manhood. The man on horseback riding into a world full of Huns for his family, his friends and his Church. I like that image. In my view, every man should.
And young boys need to be given heavy doses of manliness early on. They need to learn self-discipline. They need to know there is grandeur in the self-sacrificing role. They need to see it and to live it. Being told they have no specific role as “little men” is a terrible disservice to them. If they fail to learn it, they will be either wimps or Huns as men, guaranteed.