The Personalist Project

What is Reverence, Exactly?

Every Sunday at the Community Bible Chapel, my sister and I used to sing the hymns in Pig Latin. We’d also sneak under the pew in front of us and stealthily crawl forward, sometimes almost all the way up to the altar, under the legs of the congregation. (Badly behaved Protestant kids have this advantage over badly behaved Catholic ones: no kneelers to get in their way.) 

                                           

In short, we were blatantly irreverent. 

We were six and four at the time, so there was some excuse. But whether our behavior was reverent or not was no mystery.

With grownups, things get murkier. When we try to pinpoint what reverence and irreverence look like in different situations, we can go wrong in a couple different ways. 

                                    

But this is another one of those pesky either/or’s that wreak such havoc on the world. Reverence is neither solely physical nor solely spiritual. First of all, you can certainly achieve perfection in posture and volume and everything else pertaining to the “outward appearance” and still be far from real reverence. Then again, choosing to slouch your way through the Consecration when you’re supposed to be kneeling is not a sign of authenticity, but just bad manners and refusal to bestow honor where honor is due.

So reverence can’t be reduced to an inner or an outer attitude.

Complicating the situation is that, as with modesty, people have a powerful tendency to focus on whether other people's conduct is up to snuff. Just as you can't judge a person's heart by the length of her skirt, you can't ascertain someone's reverence by the elegance of his bearing.

                                               

But more to the point, reverence is simply a response to a reality. A society that loses reverence loses more than good manners: it loses touch with things in themselves. 

Reverence isn’t just for religious occasions, either, though it is expressed in specific ways when it comes to liturgy. We’re moved to reverence for God, but also for each other, and creation, and truth, when we see them—at least a little bit—for what they are. What we love, we revere. We’re inspired to reverence when we manage to get out of ourselves, even slightly--when we're bowled over by (or at least cognizant of) the majesty of something, or someone, or Someone, outside ourselves. 

That's tricky to do these days. Irony, sarcasm, and cynicism make reverence hard to come by. And we devote so much time and energy to entertaining ourselves that we end up treating other people and their ideas like the show, and ourselves like the critics hired to pick it apart.

I don't know if I've come a long way since the Community Bible Chapel or not. but I'm working on it.