We’ve been talking quite a bit here on Ricochet about the unholy mixture—as I see it—of the religious and the sacred with the secular and the profane.
To that end, yesterday evening, I attended a wonderful evensong service at the National Cathedral in Washington DC—a building whose architectural splendors rival that of Notre Dame in Paris. This was the scene of Ronald Reagan’s funeral, as well as that of Woodrow Wilson’s, Dwight Eisenhower’s, and Gerald Ford’s.
After the service, which ended around 4.30pm, I toured the beautiful grounds to have a few quiet moments and settled down in a courtyard in front of a steely, modernist fountain that felt like an unwelcome intruder in this gothic church.
Then the unnecessary gave way to the unwanted when I spotted something else that seemed way out of place. Three young girls, dressed in spike heels, and skin-tight, see-through white outfits began provocatively posing and photographing each other on the cathedral grounds. And when I mean provocative, I mean even Justice Potter Stewart might have proclaimed these little hotties to be pornographic if he’d lived to see them—it was like they were making love to the archways that they were pressing up against. I caught one of the gyrating poses with my cell phone’s camera, above.
It gave me a good laugh, how out of place they were. But it also made me queasy. I knew that the church’s chaplain was somewhere nearby, ushering the tourists out of the church since it was about to close, and I kept wondering what he would make of the sacrilege being committed against the archways of the garden.
It also reminded me of something a former boss of mine said. This was a couple of years after Reagan’s funeral. I was interning at a magazine and my boss there one day told me about attending Reagan’s funeral at National Cathedral. He was rhapsodizing sweetly over the sanctity of the church, the heaviness of the event, and all the magnificent people who were there to attend President Reagan’s passing when my boss then came to a full pause and said: “And then I saw Clinton. He was leaning back in the pews, with his legs crossed.” Then he paused again. “It was just so disrespectful—to sit like that, in God’s house.”
I wonder what my old boss would have made of the young aspiring internet bunnies I saw yesterday.