I must be in the wrong religion. I don’t eat steak, drink ale (that’s beer right? I don’t know how people drink that bitter stuff), or smoke cigars (and I don’t want to be near anyone who is smoking those stinky things–pee u).
You have to realize that, while Chesterton himself certainly appreciated all three, he was also speaking metaphorically. It was his belief that Catholicism, truly considered, encourages those pleasures of the earth that, he felt, were gifts from a benevolent God who truly wanted us to enjoy them. Others would have preferred a plate of fish or veggies, a glass of sparkling cider and the scent of a rose.
But he meant it in a spiritual sense as well. One has to realize that, in his time, there was a lot of Jansenism floating around. Also, much of European protestantism was puritanical. Chesterton felt that such ways of seeing things as being the Will of God, were simply wrong. God, he felt, is not the Prussian schoolmaster with avenging ruler in hand that many felt Him to be, and he felt it was corrupting for people to think of God in that way. Puritanism of heart is a paganism of a sort. Paganism, at the root, is the very opposite of our seeking to do the will of God. Rather, it is our attempting to “control the gods”. If I say this incantation or sacrifice that, the gods will necessarily to “X”, which I desire. Puritanism, in its heart of hearts is a pagan incantation. “If I do this and refrain from this and this and this, I will control God, so I can then obtain “X” from God or do “Y” with impunity.”
Chesterton believed in a kinder God.
Times have changed in detail, but not so very much in philosophical and religious underpinnings. We truly have changed from “sexual puritanism” to “substance puritanism”. Our social mores tolerate extreme sexual license and perversity, but by golly we had better not smoke, or carry a “tire” around our bellies or have cellulite encircling our thighs like so many rings of Saturn. And the “god” is primarily a secular god. The rewards, as with paganism, are fundamentally earthly. If I sacrifice a white bull to Apollo, he will cure my gout. If I visit the oracle at Delphi and give her coins, she will foretell my future. If I sacrifice my child to Moloch, he will cause my wide-hulled ship to come in to the harbor at Carthage laden with spices and jewels from India and slaves from Nubia. That’s God on MY terms. Paganism.
And maybe, just maybe, if I build a pyramid and point it in the right direction and have a thousand priests chant all the right chants, I will live forever. I will capture the gods and bend their wills to mine.
But none of us will live forever on this earth. God placed an angel with a sword of flame between us and the gates of the garden of Eden. We will all die, and everything we do contributes to it. A cardiologist once told me that the most dangerous time for strokes and heart attacks occurs just as we are waking up. The transition from sleep to awakeness is a major jolt to the system, and most strokes and heart attacks occur then. And so, Chesterton’s thick steak will contribute in some measure to my demise, as will the chlorine-laden water I drink and the mere act of getting up in the morning. We can’t get out of that, no matter what we do.
But while we’re here, there’s a steak for a meat-eater, and a fully sun-ripened plum for the vegan (well, and for me too) And a kiss on the cheek from a child who has God’s imprint on her forehead. Gifts from a forgiving God who knows we’re weaker than we think we are, and gives us things even here.
And so, Chesterton and Belloc (and St Therese of Lisieux) tell us the incantations are not important. The love of God is important, and of our fellow man. And just as important is to revel in the love God has for us; to really feel it and take comfort in it, and appreciate Him for it. And to Chesterton, the Church, therefore is a thick steak, a good ale and a fine cigar, because those are gifts God gave us (if we enjoy them) and are signs of His love, as is a Church that will say “Well, yes, that sin you committed is a terrible thing, but it’s over now. It’s gone, because God let us say that to you and mean it. Go on home.”. He didn’t expect us to eat razor blades or be tortured with guilt for the seven times seven sins Jesus told us even a just man commits every day. To Belloc, Catholicism is a glass of wine, a joke and a song. Freebies. Gifts given with love.