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Reject Despair; Die Well
Fortitude presumes vulnerabilityâŠan angel cannot be courageous because it is not vulnerable.
- Josef Pieper-
Black is Mightier Still
The last city of man is in flames. A pillar of light alone in a sea of darkness.
Minas Tirith, the beacon of Gondor, has been the dike holding the forces of Mordor back from sweeping over the West.
If it falls, all of Middle-earth shall be lost.
But it has fallen. The black tide has risen and overrun the banks.
The strength of NumenĂłr has faded as the power of Mordor has grown. Gondor has less than a tithe of Sauronâs strength, and none can stand before his deadliest weapon: the NazgĂ»l.
The dark, cloaked figures have the nightmare-like quality of crippling fear. With each cry: âeven the stout-hearted would fling themselves to the ground as the hidden menace passed over them, or they would stand, letting their weapons fall from nerveless hands while into their minds a blackness came, and they thought no more of war; but only of hiding and of crawling, and of death.â1
The captain of the Ringwraiths approaches the gates of Minas Tirith and, âspeaking in some forgotten tongue words of power and terror to rend both heart and stone,â he bursts them apart.
In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon ShadowfaxâŠ
âYou cannot enter here,â said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. âGo back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!â
âŠ
âOld fool!â he said. âOld fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!â2
The only person willing to stand against this Satanic force is Gandalf the White, a small flame before a wave of darkness. He is outmatched.3 His threat, though authoritatively spoken, is âvainâ to the NazgĂ»l.4 What are mere words in the face of Death itself?
Gandalf does not have the strength of arms to win. He stands as a tender shoot of courage before a machine of malice, compelled not by surety of victory but by a simple, childlike faith that evil must be resisted, even if one dies in the process.5
To be brave means to be ready to sustain a woundâŠThus every brave deed draws sustenance from preparedness for death.
- Josef Pieper -
A Tale of Two Kings
Meanwhile, the steward of Gondor, Denethor, has taken a more realistic approach. Gifted with a shrewd mind, Denethor has perceived how dire their situation is. He has used his seeing-stone (palantĂr) to see beyond what any mortal man would be able to, and he sees that the force at their door is but the finger of Sauronâs outstretched arm, that more reinforcements are coming, and that any chance of victory is futile.
No help is coming, death is certain, his sons have perished, Gondor has fallen. All that remains is the final gasp of resistance before all is snuffed out.
Denethor represents the iron grip of despair: nothing will improve, nothing can stop it, nothing matters. Much earlier, Gandalf warns us all:
Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.6
Denethor simply believes that he does see the end beyond all doubt, and so despair is the only logical response.
But, he is wrong. He does not see the end.
Faramir lives. Aragorn is sailing in from the south. Rohan rides in from the north. And two hobbits are but a few days away from destroying the Ring and ending Sauronâs domain forever. Despiteâor, rather, because ofâhis lofty mind and powerful technology,7 Denethor is certain none of this could be so, and thus succumbs to the blindness of rage and despair.
Despair always feeds on presumption.
But this doesnât mean courage comes from ignorance.
ThĂ©oden, king of Rohan, rides to the fields of Pelennor. His people have just endured a harrowing battle at Helmâs Deep. Wearied though they are and few in men, they answer Gondorâs call for aid. But, as the exhausted forces march south, the cursed skies darken and a gloom of hopelessness settles upon the Rohirrim.
By the time they arrive, they find things far worse than they imagined:
The City was now nearer. A smell of burning was in the air and a very shadow of death. The horses were uneasy. But the king sat upon Snowmane, motionless, gazing upon the agony of Minas Tirith, as if stricken suddenly by anguish, or by dread. He seemed to shrink down, cowed by age. Merry himself felt as if a great weight of horror and doubt had settled on him. His heart beat slowly. Time seemed poised in uncertainty. They were too late! Too late was worse than never! Perhaps Théoden would quail, bow his old head, turn, slink away to hide in the hills.
ThĂ©oden had spent years under the spell of Saruman, Sauronâs puppet. Indolence and senility had set in prematurely as he lingered under Wormtongueâs influence. But like a tree shaking off heavy snow, new vigor and fury were granted to ThĂ©oden through the help of Gandalf. Yet, who could stand now against such impossible odds? Who could lead their men into such certain defeat, to throw oneself into the very teeth of Death? ThĂ©oden begins to crumple back under the weight of old age.
Fortitude presumes to a certain extent that a man is afraid of evil; its essence does not consist in knowing no fear but rather in not allowing himself to be compelled by fear into evil or to fail to accomplish the good.
- Josef Pieper -
Then suddenly Merry felt it at last, beyond doubt: a change. Wind was in his face! Light was glimmering. Far, far away, in the South the clouds could be dimly seen as remote grey shapes, rolling up, drifting: morning lay beyond them.
But at that same moment there was a flash, as if lightning had sprung from the earth beneath the City. For a searing second it stood dazzling far off in black and white, its topmost tower like a glittering needle; and then as the darkness closed again there came rolling over the fields a great boom.
At that sound the bent shape of the king sprang suddenly erect. Tall and proud he seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before:
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter!
spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!With that he seized a great horn from GuthlĂĄf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains.
There are many similarities between Denethor and Théoden.8 But the essential difference could not be more stark. Théoden categorically rejects the temptation to despair; Denethor embraces it. Both men die in the midst of the battle, yet their deaths stand opposed to each other: one dies heroically, selflessly, nobly; the other tragically, selfishly, arrogantly. Théoden is slain; Denethor slays himself. Théoden displays courage in the face of death, in defiance of death; Denethor displays cowardice through his acquiescence to death.
Tolkien makes it obvious for us: pride and despair are the twin serpents of cowardice. Whereas courage and hope are the wings of heroism.
Denethor dies a crazed, belligerent man, attempting to murder his son in the process, refusing to cede the tiniest modicum of power to others, even in his own death.9 His despair has poisoned him, twisted him, diminished him into an un-man.
ThĂ©oden dies a hero, valiantly riding to the rescue of mankindâof Gandalf himself10â and the destruction of evil, laying down his life for the sake of others. His fortitude and hope in the face of hopelessness expands him; he becomes more humane, even as he dies.
The virtue of fortitude protects a person from loving his life in such a way that he loses it.
- Josef Pieper -
Courage, Courage For Our FriendsâŠ
The power of despair feeds on the intoxication of pride. Its twin vice is its inverse opposite: blind optimism. It is the implacably certain individual whose hubris elevates his estimation to the level of omniscience: there is no outcome or circumstance that I have not thought ofâI see all. This may lead one to an unwarranted confidence, or unmitigated despair. And the more intelligent and technologically powerful the individual is, the more extreme these valleys and mountains will be.
Courage is antithetical to both despair and invincible optimism. Courage presumes that the danger is realâthat one may really perish in the struggle. But it rejects the sluggish descent into nihilism. Nothing saps courage faster than despair. If the struggle is hopeless, why struggle at all? Why fight? Why not slip into the dark chasm yourself while you still have the choice?
Courage stands in the gap between the cocksure swagger and the depressantâs resignation. It is neither security, nor defeat. Gandalf has no promise that he will be rescued as he stands against the NazgĂ»l. ThĂ©oden has no guarantee that he will not be leading his army to a humiliating defeat. There are no certainties here.
Whoever in such a situation of unqualified seriousness, in the face of which any miles gloriosus (glorious soldier) falls mute and every heroic gesture becomes crippled, nonetheless advances toward the horror and does not allow himself to be prevented from doing the good, specifically for the sake of the good and thus finally for the sake of God, not out of ambition or out of fear of being taken for a coward: that person is truly courageous.11
Of course, this means that we must be prepared to die. It is not for no reason that Jesus described His Way as being inherently cruciform. We must die to ourselves, die to our passions, die to the world. We must do this now so that when we the decisive moment of risk presents itselfâwhen we must stand before the wave, uncertain that we will remain afterwardsâwe look more like Gandalf and ThĂ©oden, and less like Denethor.
Remember, courage is not reserved only for heroic conquests like Tolkienâs legendarium. Courage is displayed in a thousand small moments of honesty, integrity, mercy, and love; when doing the right thing seems to lead down, not up; when resisting evil leads to the uncontrollable, uncertain risk; to a kind of death. There, in the shadow of death, is the only place courage resides.
How do we nourish such courage?
First, categorically and decisively reject despair. You do not see all endsâyou are not God.
Second, die well. Denethorâs suicide is the culmination of a poor life. Pride and despair have shaped him. ThĂ©odenâs death, on the other hand, is the culmination of a life of courage, a life that knows that there are worse evils than dying, and greater goods than self-preservation.
We can die well by remembering that even if we perishâif we lose our job, if the conversation doesnât end well, if we humiliate ourselves, if we sense our bodies weakeningâDeath is not the end. Christians are those who can die well because we have already died in our Savior. And as He rose, so too shall we. Our lives now are but the fleeting moments one experiences upon the front porch of some great, eternal palace, the first few sentences of a story that gets better with every page. This earthly life is not the whole of our home, our story, but only the beginning.
In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.12
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The Return of the King, âThe Siege of Gondorâ
Ibid.
âWar is upon us and all our friends, a war in which only the use of the Ring could give us surety of victory. It fills me with great sorrow and great fear: for much shall be destroyed and all may be lost. I am Gandalf, Gandalf the White, but Black is mightier still.â The Two Towers, âThe White Riderâ
Repeatedly in Lord of the Rings, Tolkien has his heroes set in hopeless, dire situations speak to the forces of evil as if they are actually in a position of strength:
Gandalf to the Balrog: You cannot pass.
Aragorn in Helmâs Deep, addressing the forces that have them surrounded: Depart, or not one of you will be spared. Not one will be left alive to take back tidings to the North. You do not know your peril.
Aragorn at the Black Gate: Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Justice shall be done upon him. For wrongfully he has made war upon Gondor and wrested its lands. Therefore the King of Gondor demands that he should atone for his evils, and depart then for ever. Come forth!â
Of course, Gandalf has been here before in his contest with the Balrog on the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. There, he did die.
The Fellowship of the Ring, âThe Council of Elrondâ
âThe knowledge which he obtained was, doubtless, often of service to him; yet the vision of the great might of Mordor that was shown to him fed the despair of his heart until it overthrew his mind.â The Return of the King, âThe Pyre of Denethorâ
Both have hobbits attached as servants, both command the final kingdoms of men, both are flawed, and both die in this momentous battle. Their very names invite comparison. âDenethorâ and âThĂ©odenâ only differ by one letter. Significantly, âThĂ©odenâ begins with âTheoâ, from theos, Greek for âGod.â
âAuthority is not given to you, Steward of Gondor, to order the hour of your death,â answered Gandalf. âAnd only the heathen kings, under the domination of the Dark Power, did thus, slaying themselves in pride and despair.â The Return of the King, âThe Pyre of Denethorâ
âGandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluinâs sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.â The Return of the King, âThe Siege of Gondorâ
Josef Pieper, On the Virtues of the Human Heart, p. 27
The Return of the King, âAppendix Aâ
This was so beautifully well written it moved me to tears. I have a chronic illness that often drives me into despair, and I'll save this email to re-read it every time the darkness feels too close. Well done and thank you.
You've jogged my memory of so many things that I had forgotten or not known until now.