A.G. Sertillanges says that a man can devote himself to the intellectual life if he has two hours every day to practice his calling. Being paid for this vocation is a luxury of the few, just as being paid to work in a job that directly supports this vocation is also a rare luxury. “When we speak of vocation, we refer to those who intend to make intellectual work their life, whether they are entirely free to give themselves up to study, or whether, though engaged in some calling, they hold happily in reserve, as a supplement of their activity and as a reward, the development and deepening of their mind.”
We like to think we know exactly what our calling will entail, like working in a university, or being paid as a researcher. But these proper goals, towards which we order our lives to fulfil our calling, are not guaranteed us. I know I am called to pursue and share truth; I believe I am called to pursue and share truth in the university. Thus I order my life towards that latter, proximate end as a way of working towards the former, ultimate end. But many believe they are called to the university; some of us are necessarily wrong - we know this because there are not enough places for all of us. When we overly specify our calling, we open ourselves to a deep blindness, one that stops us from seeing other opportunities as anything but failures. Thus the scorn we heap on other avenues, righteously sure that these will not, cannot, be our fate. This involves confusing our good desires with our calling. Some people happily get what they desire. They often have an academic variation on the theme philosophers call ’moral luck.’ Others work equally hard, lacking this luck, and through their frustrated desires God teaches them other ways in which they can fulfill their calling.
A Christian professor can know he is called, now, to be a professor; a Christian graduate student can know, now, he is called to graduate school. A graduate student can not know, now, he is called to be a professor. He believes. Tomorrow he may die. In six months his life may radically change. In a year his parents may require his personal care. The future is not given to us, except for to plan in prudence and wisdom. All else is presumption: “Age nunc, qui dicitis: ‘Hodie aut crastino ibimus in illam civitam et faciemus quidem ibi annum et mercabimur et lucrum faciemus,’ qui ignoratis, quae erit in crastinum vita vestra! Vapor enim estis ad modicum parens, deinceps exterminatur; pro eo ut dicatis: “Si Dominus voluerit, et vivemus et faciemus hoc aut illud.” (James 4: 13-15, Novum Testamentum Latine) If God wills. But even this does not ensure my desires will find their object. It is the necessary, not sufficient condition, for our most simple intentions.
The intellectual life is a high calling, but it brings no sure temporal reward. Calling to this life is not calling to recognition, status, or payment.
How much could be said of this fundamental disposition as it affects a career entirely devoted to the life of thought! I have spoken of the opposition and lack of understanding that the great are exposed to; but these things are the lot also of the little; how can they be resisted without single-minded attachment to the truth, and without complete self-forgetfulness? When the world does not like you it takes its revenge on you; if it happens to like you, it takes its revenge by corrupting you. Your only resource is to work far from the world, as indifferent to its judgments as you are ready to serve it. It is perhaps best if it rejects you and thus obliges you to fall back on yourself, to grow interiorly, to watch yourself, to deepen yourself. These benefits are in the measure in which we rise above self-interest, that is, in which interest centers on the one thing necessary.
The intellectual life is essentially about truth; the academic life is accidentally about truth. The intellectual will wrest his academic position towards the pursuit of truth. Thus he fulfills his calling in the academy.
Can we be called towards recognition, status, and payment for our intellectual work? No. These may be accidents of our essential task, gifts for which we are grateful. But they are not our calling. Tear away recognition, status, and payment from the academy, tear away, that is, self-interest, rise about it, and ask if the one thing necessary is really that to which one is called. If it is, you can and will pursue it without recognition, status, or payment.
At its best, higher education facilitates the intellectual life by richly enabling the pursuing and sharing of truth. At its worst (and I fear this is more common), it obstructs the pursuing and sharing of truth. If God blesses the intellectual with support from the academy, he must studiously ignore its obstructions and fulfil his calling, gratefully freed from other concerns.
But this is difficult. Higher education inculcates vices that strike into the roots of our being, corrupting all our fruit. It teaches us to study and write about things with no intrinsic value; it teaches us to subordinate the true and the permanent to the expedient and the transitory. It teaches us to publish for status, advancement, and recognition, not because our work is true, important, or valuable. It is simply publishable. We think, “I just need to get some things out there, but eventually I’ll turn to the important topics, those not subject to fashion, etc.” Here we make the naïve assumption that our habits can simply go away; that our being has not been reshaped through the ends towards which we have ordered our desires and the means we have used to achieve those ends.
This was profoundly illustrated by a student with whom I studied German. Intent on becoming a manager in professional Baseball, he subordinated all of his academic pursuits to that end. When discussing the importance of books, which he never read (too long, too much time – just articles for him), he said, “Once I’m successful, I’m going to get a huge library and read all the time.” I felt terrible, but knew I could not persuade him how distorted a view of habituation and personhood this reflected.
Every paper we write, every projects we pursue, is a soul-making act, reflecting and shaping our deepest commitments, supporting virtue or nurturing vice. Every sacrifice of the best and the true for the expedient is an act against ourselves and our fellow-men, reflecting and nurturing disordered loves.
“Tell me what you love, I will tell you what you are.” Love is the beginning of everything in us; and that starting point which is common to knowledge and practice cannot fail to make the right paths of both in a certain measure interdependent.
Truth visits those who love her, who surrender to her, and this love cannot be without virtue. For this reason, in spite of his possible defects, the man of genius at work is already virtuous; it would suffice for his holiness if he were more completely his true self.
The true springs up in the same soil as the good: their roots communicate. Broken from the common root and therefore less in contact with the soil, one or other suffers; the soul grows anemic or the mind wilts. On the contrary, by feeding the mind on truth one enlightens the conscience, by fostering good one guides knowledge.
Sertillanges understood the premise that renders our arguments for the humanizing effects of the humanities sound, and without which they are so much self-important humbug. It is this: the humanities are about truth. When the custodians of culture stop believing and practicing this truth, they have betrayed their trust, forfeited their authority, and sold their birthright for a mess of pottage. Their authority and dignity passes to those who profess truth, who insist that their work is about reality, and that reality is the standard against which it should be judged. If these then use their profession to get benefits and authority not rightly theirs, if they swindle the culture because its eyes are dim, we can complain only about that which we have given away, lament only the treachery we made possible.
The humanities are an abstraction; they are books and people, teachers and scholars, who make up the concrete world the abstraction signifies. The humanities are as healthy or as weak as its custodians. The custodians are what they love. Thus we need lovers of truth, those called to the intellectual life, working in the academy. But we need them in that order: lovers of truth, called to the intellectual life, and, if blessed and lucky, working in the academy.
Bypassing the love of truth and the demands of the intellectual life and pursuing the dangerous, abstract remainder, “working in the academy,” will not solve our problems, as teachers, scholars, students, or cultural custodians. It will deepen them. If God calls us to the academy, if we find ourselves in it and we can thus say that we are so called, it should be because we arrived there on our journey towards truth, and we should remain there only as long as it supports and does not hinder that journey.
In the end, that journey is the only one that matters, for when our eyes are too dim to read, our limbs to weak to walk, and our lungs to tired to breathe, when recognition is a dim memory or a vain wish, we will rest blessed in the Truth, Goodness, and Beauty that we have loved and for which we have lived, or we will complete our journey away from Truth, Goodness, and Beauty, receiving in full measure that which we loved and for which we lived.