The next intention offered is one for our five senses. That "the things we see and hear, the food and drink we eat and the encounters we have through touch may all be pure and holy." How is that at all possible? This is not even a question of time and place: any time and any place, how is it possible for everything to be "pure and holy"?
St Paul, in his Epistle to Titus, give us the answer: omnia munda mundis. All things are clean to the clean. When we are praying for our five senses we are not asking that all the world be set right (as it only will be in the Parousia): we're asking that we be purified in our interactions with the world. Again, this isn't about things that happen to us, but an opening out of our prayer that we may interact in agape with the world.
This Latin Phrase is translated as "Custody of the Eyes". It's a quaint, perhaps Victorian-sounding, phrase to which I was introduced by a Priest in NYC who had once been an Benedictine at the Great House of Nashdom in the UK. He noticed me, please forgive me, of a Sunday after Mass, ogling someone on the street. Leaning to me he said, "Custodia, Frater!" Custody, brother. Since I'd no idea what he meant, he explained: training to remove the eyes from gazing upon the vanities of the world.
One modern Orthodox writer compared thoughts tending towards sin as rocks thrown through the windows of our minds with messages tied on them. We are startled and we read the messages... we engage the thoughts. To the Medieval theologians and philosophers, it was the eyes that were the largest of these windows, the ones easiest, if you will, for the rocks to be thrown at. When they were inventing the notion of "romantic love", the troubadours of Europe encouraged these rocks to be thrown - in fact, if you wanted to "fall in love" you had to be looking around...
The eyes go reconnoitering for what the heart would possess...
Yeah, that's one way to put it. Jesus was commenting on the same thing when he said:
Audistis quia dictum est antiquis: Non moechaberis. Ego autem dico vobis: quia omnis qui viderit mulierem ad concupiscendum eam, jam moechatus est eam in corde suo.It's not a modern issue. Jesus was well aware of not just a male's tendency to have wandering eyes, but all people, and not just sexually speaking. Coveting in the sense of keeping up with the Jones is essentially allowing the eyes to wander and then the soul following. Gluttony can begin with "your eyes being bigger than your stomach". Jesus offered a clue to ending this issue as well:
You have heard that it was said to them of old: Thou shalt not commit adultery. But I say to you, that whosoever shall look on a woman to lust after her, hath already committed adultery with her in his heart.
Matthew V xxvii-xxviii
Quod si oculus tuus dexter scandalizat te, erue eum, et projice abs te: expedit enim tibi ut pereat unum membrorum tuorum, quam totus corpus tuum mittatur in gehennam.Plucking out your eye may be a bit extreme: but there is a clue to the Church's understanding of this text in the Office hymn for Prime:
And if thy right eye scandalize thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee. For it is expedient for thee that one of thy members should perish, rather than that thy whole body be cast into hell.
Sint pura cordis íntima,
Absístat et vecórdia :
Carnis terat supérbiam
Potus cibíque párcitas.
Which in the Anglican tradition is translated thus:
[God] keep our hearts and conscience pure
Our Souls from folly would secure
And bid us check the pride of sense
with due and holy abstinence.
I think a better translation is:
Oh, may our hearts be pure within,
No cherish'd madness vex the soul;
May abstinence the flesh restrain,
And its rebellious pride control.
A certain pious King sent two messengers successively to the Queen with a communication from himself. The first messenger returned and brought an answer from the Queen, which he delivered exactly. But of the Queen herself he said nothing because he had always kept his eyes modestly cast down and had not raised them to look at her.When the rocks are thrown into our windows our duty to the Heavenly King is disrupted. How many times, walking down Polk Street from my apartment on my way to Church can my gaze be distracted by human beauty, by shops displaying their wares in the windows, by flashing signs, by my own nosiness (as when hearing someone talking loudly or near me), or by smells of tasty food coming out of shops and restaurants. Oh, my mouth can water just walking by the butcher shop or the pizza stand. If you follow any of my social feeds you have an idea for how easily I can be distracted. Even just sitting here as I type, my eyes wander. In this case, contra Tolkien, those who wander are lost.
The second messenger also returned. But after delivering in a few words the answer of the Queen, he began to speak warmly of her beauty. “Truly, my lord,” he said, “the Queen is the most fair and lovely woman I have ever seen, and thou art indeed happy and blessed to have her for thy spouse.”
At this the King was angry and said: “Wicked servant, how did you dare to cast your eyes upon my royal spouse? I believe that you may covet what you have so curiously gazed upon.”
Then he commanded the other messenger to be recalled, and said to him: “What do you think of the Queen?”
He replied, “She listened very willingly and humbly to the message of the King and replied most prudently.”
But the Monarch again asked him, “But what do you think of her countenance? Did she not seem to you very fair and beautiful, more so than any other woman?”
The servant replied, “My lord, I know nothing of the Queen’s beauty. Whether she be fair or not, it is for thee alone to know and judge. My duty was only to convey thy message to her.”
The King rejoined, “You have answered well and wisely. You who have such chaste and modest eyes shall be my chamberlain. From the purity of your eyes I see the chastity of your soul. You are worthy to have the care of the royal apartments confided to you.”
Then, turning to the other messenger, he said: “But you, who have such unmortified eyes, depart from the palace. You shall not remain in my house, for I have no confidence in your virtue.
The Works of the Seraphic Father St. Francis of Assisi,
London: R. Washbourne, 1882, pp. 254-255
This text as quoted was found here
God wants us to move in his peace, to keep our hearts and consciences pure, secured in his light. Our culture, however, needs us to live in a state of Ambient Arousal: just on the edge of shopping, just on the edge of consuming things or people. It's too easy to say "Satan made the culture" and it is wrong: we built this city on rock and roll. Still it is clear the evil one uses this culture to his advantage. And it is so easy to forget that God didn't build it this way, nor did Christians at all: Our culture is predicated on making us stumble at all cost into lust, into envy, into emotional states, into consumption of our souls. It was built by people for whom those are second nature. We need to not be like them - even if they are willing to say "Merry Christmas" as they open our wallets and take our cash.
So Custody of the Eyes - and in a real way, of all the senses - is a way to achieve Custodia Mentis and Custodia Cordis: Custody of the Mind and of the Heart. In our culture we think a lot. Our minds wander: we imagine, we cogitate, we ruminate. We do not, however, often pray. St Paul says to pray constantly and we all know that means pulling our mind away from the TV, from the radio, from the internet, from other enjoyments. But it also means pulling all of our senses away from the enticements of the world whenever possible. This doesn't mean stopping our participation in daily life: it means changing it.
One of the Desert Fathers tells of an Angel that promised to show him a woman who was much more adept at prayer than he. The Angel took him into the great city of Alexandria where he saw an old woman washing dishes. As she washed she prayed. Today we find more dangerous things to do mindlessly than washing dishes: driving cars comes to mind. We do it with a minimal focus, and think about random things, or chat with our companions. We are quite willing to free our mind fully by whatever mindless task we are doing. And we thus miss the chance to pray. Whenever we are being mindless... the rocks come through the window.
Thus far I can bring you in my meditation. I understand the situation. The Rosary has been a great help to me in this regard. I find that I can pray the Rosary whilst walking - in fact it is a great prayer for that! The feet go on their way, the eyes are downcast, the brain is occupied. Prayer! It is easy to glance about, to notice the surroundings, to be safe, to go about our duties. But prayer is happening. This is a new thing! Hours of the day open up for prayer! On the way to lunch, walking to the office, getting on the bus. Training the brain to crave prayer - automatically as soon as the front door opens. This is not a time to worry about the shopping list, or to evolve a shopping list for the future, or to plan a meal, or to lust after your neighbor: this is a time for Communion with God!
Control of the senses is one of the hallmarks of Christian Spirituality - not just of monastics, but across the board, all of us.
And it is one of the hallmarks of our modern culture to insist we have no control over these things, to give up control of these things. How do I mean this? Pay attention to the "Click-hole" culture of the internet. Watch how even "talking head" videos are edited with quick jumps to look twitchy and "cool" nearly funny- even when they go full-on serious. Our music is a veritable audio mosaic of quick jumps and jerky beats. The second most damning thing you can do to anyone in our culture is ask them to wait. (The most damning thing is to imply that there is another opinion on the matter and that one or the other may be wrong.) So much of the internet functions like pr0n: a constant scroll, a constant looking without finding, a constant craving for something new. And Christians are called to find ways to pray in spite of that, in fact, in the midst of that.
When I get up in the morning, on my way to work, I pass a house in which I've never seen a living soul; but at 5AM the lights are always on in the living room on the first floor, and in some other room on the second floor. In both rooms there are large screen TVs on the wall. They are always both on at 5AM and they are never both on the same channel. No one's ever watching these TVs, just morning-news talking heads and scrolling news feeds. At night, when I'm waiting for the bus outside my office, looking up town I can see an apartment building and, by some trick of vision, the 5 or 6 TVs I can see in the windows of this building appear larger than the windows through which they shine, radiating a spooky, blue glow out on to the evening traffic. Again, I never see anyone in the windows watching them. I image everyone is cowered down in fear or else prostrate in worship.
This is our culture. This is where we are. This is the world in which we are called to communicate the Gospel. And I really believe we can do it. We can do so by being "in the world and not of it" as Jesus says. Active Agapao, hospitality, requires that we be the strangers who rove through the world presenting, if you will, a continual pop-up, a spiritual oasis in which people may come and rest.
Custody of the eyes... of any of the senses... means that our senses cannot be used to consume, to idolize, to make impure use of what is perceived. In the last intention we talked about modesty in our own person and I noted we cannot enforce modesty on others. To make up for that we are responsible: we are responsible for how we interact with all the stimulus out there. We can turn away from some (in fact some we should turn away from firmly) but that attractive woman on the bus, that guy at the gym, that posting on Facebook that invites anger, that music that raises passions, that politician that stirs up our emotions to unchristian thoughts or actions: these are all part of our world, part that we must filter through the lens of custody of the senses. This is living out our prayer in this intention.
Custody, brother! Custody, sister! Not only of the eyes, but of all the senses and then of the mind and then of the heart! When you get home at the end of the day, will you able to sing the final stanza of the hymn?
Ut cum dies abscésserit,
Noctémque sors redúxerit,
Mundi per abstinéntiam
Ipsi canámus glóriam.
So when the evening stars appear,
And in their train the darkness bring;
May we, O Lord, with conscience clear,
Our praise to thy pure glory sing.