Bernanos fought for man. He rose up against everything in the modern world and Church that openly or secretly threatens the full appointed measure of man. The lower lip begins to quiver, the vein in his temple swells, and the whole man rises slowly from his chair, with uncanny composture. The first lightning rends the darkness, and soon, with a clap of thunder worthy of God himself, the torrential downpour begins rattling the windows. But the storm passes, and the same man who a moment ago contains within himself the whole orchestra of the George of the Wolves and of the Flying Dutchman is now smiling at us with all the childlikeness of a spring morning, trickling drops of water after the night's storm.
In all his activity and writing, it is he himself who emerges: the man Georges Bernanos. Everything, even the last sentence he wrote, bears the specific weight of this human being. He vouches for what he says, guarantees it with his own person. He is honorable to the foundations: like Nathanael, he is "a man without guile". He is immediately prepared to commit himself totally to any honorable undertaking. But he does not sit "comfortably" with people. Whatever in the world is simply not right is so umbearable to him that his life becomes a burden for him as a consequence. A sense of honor then stirs within him, and he cannot let sin go unavenged.
Hans Balthasar, "Gelebte Kirche: Bernanos"
12.23.2006
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