James C. Ungureanu

An Elegy for the Sacramental Imagination

Posted on March 22, 2025     Leave a Comment

Karen Armstrong (b. 1944)—British author, scholar, and former Roman Catholic nun—has spent a lifetime interrogating the modern world’s estrangement from the sacred. Since leaving her religious order in 1969, she has emerged as one of the most accessible and thoughtful voices in comparative religion, blending scholarly range with spiritual urgency. Her wide-ranging works—A History of God (1993), The Battle for God (2000), and The Case for God (2009), among others—challenge modern caricatures of religion as irrational relic or private fantasy. Instead, Armstrong presents religion as a dynamic, evolving response to humanity’s deepest existential questions, rooted in ritual, myth, and the experience of transcendence.

In Sacred Nature: Restoring Our Ancient Bond with the Natural World (2022), Armstrong brings her longstanding themes to bear on the ecological crisis. The book is part lament, part spiritual manifesto. She mourns the Enlightenment’s disenchanted cosmos—stripped of divine presence by Bacon’s empiricism, Descartes’ dualism, and Newton’s clockwork mechanics—while retrieving older cosmologies that revered nature as sacred, animate, and interconnected. Drawing on Daoist philosophy, Vedic ritual, indigenous spirituality, Benedictine practice, and Romantic poetry, Armstrong argues that ecological restoration requires more than policy reform. It demands a spiritual revolution: a recovery of what she calls a “participatory consciousness” that sees the earth not as raw material, but as a mystery to be revered.

This is not merely a plea for green theology. Sacred Nature reframes climate collapse as a sacramental failure—a breakdown not only of systems, but of imagination. Armstrong contends that the myths, rituals, and ethical practices that once bound us to the natural world have withered, leaving us morally and spiritually disoriented. To heal the earth, we must recover its soul. In this sense, the book reads as both a culmination of Armstrong’s intellectual journey and a summons to reawaken the sacramental imagination.

The Lost Radiance

Armstrong begins with a memory: as a young nun, she stood in the British Museum, transfixed before manuscripts of the Romantic poets. It was a moment of silent wonder—an encounter not just with beauty, but with something holy. That inner stillness, she suggests, is nearly lost to us now. Modernity, with its distraction economy and mechanistic worldview, no longer trains us to see nature as radiant with mystery. Instead, we measure, monetize, and manage.

This alienation, she argues, has philosophical roots. The Enlightenment’s elevation of empirical reason—Bacon’s utilitarianism, Descartes’ split between mind and matter, Newton’s dead cosmos—replaced a sacramental vision with a functional one. Nature became inert. Indigenous traditions, shamanic participation, and Axial Age cosmologies once saw the world as alive with spirit. The Dao, Brahman, esse seipsum, and other metaphysical frameworks bound humans to a living, divine order. Now, nature is commodity.

Armstrong’s response is neither sentimental nor technocratic. The crisis, she insists, is not merely environmental but spiritual. It is a crisis of reverence, a failure of awe. She calls for a return to the wisdom of the Axial Age—Confucian li, Buddhist mindfulness, Hebrew covenantal ethics—traditions in which human flourishing was inseparable from cosmic harmony.

This is Armstrong at her most lyrical, writing an elegy for the sacramental imagination. Beneath her prose lies a longing for the Logos—the Word shimmering beneath the ruins of Cartesian rubble. Wordsworth’s “visionary gleam” flickers through her pages, echoing Augustine’s cor inquietum, the heart restless until it rests in God. Hildegard’s viriditas, the greening power of divine life, feels close at hand. And yet, she resists nostalgia. The way forward, she insists, lies in rekindling participation: learning once again to kneel before the earth, as Francis of Assisi kissed the leper—not out of sentiment, but out of recognition of the divine hidden in the lowly.

And yet, Armstrong’s diagnosis, for all its poetic power, occasionally veers into abstraction. The loss of enchantment was not merely an epistemic shift—it was historical, material, and violent. Bacon’s “knowledge is power” was not just a philosophical slogan; it became the rallying cry of empire. Newton’s “dominion” lent theological legitimacy to slavery, extraction, and colonization. The shaman’s song was not silenced by Descartes’ cogito alone, but by the musket and the plantation ledger.

Even Aquinas—so often invoked by Armstrong as a bridge between reason and reverence—wrote within a feudal order that sanctified hierarchy. The Axial traditions she uplifts were shaped within imperial contexts and are not innocent of complicity. Today, nature’s spectacle is repackaged by the BBC, commodified as sublime content. Even our awe is for sale.

Armstrong’s call to re-enchantment is compelling, but it must reckon with the systems that profit from disenchantment. Wordsworthian epiphanies cannot, on their own, challenge the neoliberal gospel of endless growth. If the earth is sacred, then markets, policies, and infrastructures must be reimagined accordingly. To truly heed the Axial sages is to confront not only Bacon’s heirs, but the myths of progress that canonize them. Let us not only contemplate the Dao, but stand with the Water Protectors at Standing Rock. As Dante glimpsed in the Paradiso, it is love that moves the stars—but love must also move our hands.

Mythos and Logos

In the opening chapter, Armstrong returns to one of her most enduring themes: the distinction between mythos and logos. The former, she explains, is the realm of metaphor, ritual, and timeless meaning—the language of poetry, religion, and the imagination. Logos, by contrast, is the domain of reason, analysis, and problem-solving. In premodern cultures, these two modes of knowing were not at odds but held in tension: myth illuminated the why, while logos handled the how.

But with the Enlightenment, the balance collapsed. Logos, once the humble servant of mythos, became master. Bacon’s empirical method, the triumph of mechanism, the industrial revolution—all elevated logos to the governing principle of modern life. Mythos, meanwhile, was relegated to superstition or artful distraction. Armstrong sees this loss not just as an aesthetic impoverishment, but as a civilizational trauma: a rupture in the human capacity for reverence, presence, and meaning.

Her proposal is not to reject logos but to restore mythos. Ritual, storytelling, and contemplative practice, she argues, must once again animate our ethical life. Ancient myths—be they indigenous creation stories or the hero’s descent into the underworld—are not escapist fantasies. They are spiritual technologies, shaping how we live and what we love. If the ecological crisis is in part a failure of imagination, then mythos must be rehabilitated as a vital form of praxis.

Here, Armstrong gestures toward a recovery of what the Church Fathers once called sacra doctrina—a wisdom that unites reason with contemplation, doctrine with mystery. Mythos, like Aquinas’s sacra pagina, opens onto the vestigia Dei scattered throughout creation. The hero’s journey, descending into the depths, echoes the soul’s descent in Dante’s Inferno and its ascent toward divine union in the Paradiso. Armstrong’s call for ritual as ethical formation finds an analogue in liturgy: the Eucharist as cosmic drama, where bread and wine disclose eternity in time. To revive mythos, in this sense, is to reattune the modern soul to the music of the spheres.

She also echoes the patristic synthesis of Jewish revelation and Greek philosophy, where mythos and logos are not rivals but partners. Origen, Gregory of Nyssa, Maximus the Confessor—all saw creation not merely as material fact but as symbolic text, a theophany layered with meaning. The Logos of John 1 is not reducible to rationality; it is the source of all order, beauty, and life. For these thinkers, the cosmos is not a machine, but a liturgy in motion.

And yet, Armstrong’s framing, for all its elegance, sometimes flattens the terrain. The Enlightenment’s victory of logos was not an intellectual accident—it was a political and economic project. The rise of capitalism demanded the subjugation of mythos. Bacon’s “knowledge is power” was not an abstract proposition—it was the logic of enclosure, extraction, and control. Mythos was not forgotten; it was suppressed. Not by argument, but by the slave ship, the factory bell, the colonial ledger.

Even Aquinas, so often cast as the paragon of synthesis, wrote within a medieval system that baptized hierarchy and order. The sacred stories of indigenous peoples were not lost to Descartes’ cogito, but to the expansion of empire. Today, the same pattern continues under new guises: corporate greenwashing, ESG branding, and sustainable slogans—all logos in mythos’s clothing, co-opting reverence to sustain exploitation.

Armstrong calls us to retrieve the “good myths”—but which myths, and whose? It is not enough to sing the Benedicite if we ignore the systems that choke the rivers and raze the forests. True mythos must be insurgent, not decorative. It must confront the idolatries of growth, speed, and profit. To revive the mythic imagination is not to escape the world, but to reclaim it—ritually, ethically, and politically. As Bonaventure taught, the journey into God is not merely inward—it is through the book of creation, read with wonder and walked with justice.

Sacred Nature

In her next chapter, Armstrong explores a central thesis of the book: that the world’s premodern traditions—across cultures and continents—once regarded nature as sacred. Drawing from Daoist Dao, Indian Rta and Brahman, Mahayana Buddhism’s Buddha-Nature, Kabbalistic Ein Sof, and Christian mysticism, she sketches a vision of reality where the divine pulses through the natural world. This immanence, she contends, was not abstract philosophy but a lived experience: discerned in ritual, cultivated in contemplation, and embedded in the rhythms of daily life.

By contrast, the post-Enlightenment West cleaved the world in two. Nature became matter: measurable, malleable, mute. God became distant—an architect, not an indwelling presence. To recover ecological sanity, Armstrong urges a return to contemplative practices that reawaken a sacramental awareness of creation. She points to Zen’s “quiet sitting,” Benedictine ora et labora, and Wordsworth’s “wise passiveness” as antidotes to our restless, extractive age.

This vision resonates strongly with the patristic tradition, which saw creation not as mere backdrop, but as icon. For John’s Gospel, the Logos is the living principle through whom all things were made (John 1:3), and in whom all things hold together (Col. 1:17). Dionysius the Areopagite wrote of God’s presence shining through the multiplicity of being, with every creature participating in divine beauty. Gregory of Nyssa spoke of nature’s inner logoi—rational seeds—each one a glimmer of the divine intellect. Augustine, too, heard the heavens and earth crying aloud that they are made.

Armstrong’s call to contemplative attention—stillness, reverence, receptivity—echoes the Desert Fathers, whose asceticism was not flight from the world, but deeper entry into its hidden radiance. The Daoist sage, attuned to qi, finds a surprising harmony with Isaac of Nineveh, who wept at the sight of even a wilted leaf. For these traditions, to see rightly is to see sacramentally.

Yet here, too, Armstrong’s synthesis blurs crucial distinctions. Her embrace of immanence sometimes verges on flattening difference into a universal spiritualism. The Dao and Brahman, however rich, are not metaphysically interchangeable with the Christian understanding of the Logos. Where Daoism teaches return and balance, Christianity teaches redemption and new creation. Where the cosmos in many Eastern traditions is cyclical, in Christian theology it is teleological: history has a goal, and the world groans for transfiguration.

Moreover, the Church Fathers insist on a delicate but decisive distinction: God is both immanent and transcendent. As Gregory Palamas argued, God’s essence remains unknowable (apophatic), even as His energies permeate creation. This distinction guards against the collapse into pantheism. The divine is present in all things—not because the world is God, but because God graciously sustains and illuminates it.

Armstrong’s portrait of sacred immanence is moving, but without this theological tension, the sacred can become a diffuse glow—beautiful, but ultimately inert. What the patristic tradition offers is not merely a sense of mystery, but a drama: a Creator who enters creation, who assumes flesh, who suffers, dies, and rises, thereby sanctifying matter from within. The Eucharist is not merely reverence for bread and wine, but their transformation into the Body and Blood of Christ. This is not just contemplation—it is participation.

Still, Armstrong’s longing for a world re-enchanted through reverence, silence, and ritual finds rich resonance in the Church’s own liturgical and contemplative life. To sit quietly in the woods is not merely therapy—it is a kind of vigil. As Basil the Great once said, creation sings a polyphonic hymn. Armstrong helps us to listen again. But the Christian tradition invites us not only to listen, but to sing along—to join that hymn as participants in the cosmic liturgy of the Logos.

The Holiness of Nature

In Chapter 3, Armstrong shifts focus from nature’s sacred immanence to its radical otherness. Drawing on the biblical idea of qaddosh—the holiness of God as absolute, untamable, and beyond comprehension—she explores how certain traditions resisted the urge to domesticate the divine. Theophanies such as Moses’ burning bush and Elijah’s “still small voice” suggest not a God who explains, but a God who overwhelms. For Armstrong, this vision reaches its most unsettling expression in the Book of Job, where divine speech erupts not in moral clarity but in a whirlwind—a poetic monologue about wild animals, sea monsters, and the inscrutability of creation.

It’s a daring move. Unlike Genesis, where order and goodness reign, Job’s cosmos is ungovernable, indifferent, even terrifying. And yet it is precisely this strangeness, Armstrong argues, that invites reverence. Nature is not sacred because it is useful or beautiful or harmonious. It is sacred because it is not ours. The ecological crisis, in this light, is not merely a failure to see nature as divine, but a refusal to accept its autonomy. To heal, we must recover a posture of humility before nature’s ineffable alterity.

This vision of holiness—as mystery, limit, and restraint—offers a crucial corrective to the modern obsession with mastery. Armstrong draws from multiple traditions to support this ethic of reverent unknowing: Brahmodya’s contests of silence in the Vedas; the Christian practice of hesychasm; the Sufi embrace of divine ungraspability. All gesture toward a spiritual ecology rooted not in control but in awe.

The patristic tradition, too, knew how to tremble before the unknowable. Dionysius the Areopagite’s Divine Names is structured as a slow descent into divine silence. Gregory of Nyssa’s Life of Moses ends not in vision, but in darkness. And for Augustine, the God “more inward than my innermost self” is also forever beyond comprehension. Holiness, in this tradition, was not just immanence shining through creation, but transcendence breaking in—shattering our categories and undoing our certainties.

Yet Armstrong’s treatment of Job, for all its power, stops short of grappling with its theological scandal. God’s speech from the whirlwind does not offer comfort. It offers a vision of creation in which human suffering is decentered, even trivialized. Leviathan is not a metaphor—it is a problem. To claim that such imagery leads straightforwardly to reverence risks aestheticizing divine cruelty. What do we make of a God who seems to mock human fragility in the face of cosmic indifference?

Here, the patristic response differs in tone and aim. Maximus the Confessor reads the logoi of creation not merely as signs of divine power, but as invitations to communion. Basil the Great’s homilies on the hexameron teach reverence for animals not because they are wild, but because they are wise. The holiness of nature, for the Fathers, is not simply its strangeness—it is its orientation toward Christ. Nature is alien, yes, but never arbitrary. It groans not in self-enclosure, but in anticipation (Rom 8:22).

In Armstrong’s framing, silence becomes the final gesture. For the patristic tradition, silence is penultimate. It prepares the heart for the Word—Christ Himself—who enters the very world that overwhelmed Job. The Incarnation is not a softening of divine otherness but its most startling form: the Word made flesh, the unknowable clothed in the particular. God’s transcendence is not abandoned; it is transfigured.

To speak of nature’s holiness, then, is not only to bow before mystery, but to participate in a drama of redemption. Armstrong is right to resist sentimental theology. But her recovery of awe would be stronger if joined to the Church’s sacramental vision—where the burning bush is not just a symbol, but a type of the Virgin; where the quiet breeze is fulfilled in Pentecost; where Leviathan, in the words of the Fathers, becomes Christ’s plaything in the sea.

Holiness is not merely what interrupts us. It is what calls us to be made new.

Our Broken World

Armstrong next turns to the theme of cosmic fracture. Unlike Genesis’s ordered and serene beginning, many ancient traditions portray creation as a site of rupture and sorrow. In the Vedic hymns, Prajapati sacrifices himself to generate the world; in Kabbalistic mysticism, Luria’s zimzum speaks of divine withdrawal, a shattering of vessels and the scattering of divine sparks; in Islamic Sufi tradition, Ibn al-Arabi describes creation as the exhalation of the divine sigh. These myths, Armstrong suggests, reflect a world fundamentally marked by vulnerability—and therefore call forth empathy, reverence, and moral responsibility.

For her, these stories are not simply cosmologies. They are spiritual grammars of grief. They teach that wholeness is not a given, and that healing requires attention, compassion, and ritual. She connects these ancient intuitions to our own broken world: ecological devastation, racial injustice, economic inequality. What we lack is not only policy, but ritual forms of repair. Vedic fire altars, Kabbalistic midnight vigils, Qur’anic recitations—they model ways of living in response to fracture, not denial of it.

It is a moving vision, one that treats sorrow not as a failure, but as a doorway. Armstrong calls us to see the world not just as damaged, but as sacred even in its damage—a place where lament can become liturgy.

This sense of cosmic brokenness finds deep resonance in the Christian patristic tradition, though framed in a markedly different theological key. For the Fathers, creation’s fracture is not a mythic backdrop but a consequence of the Fall. Irenaeus’s doctrine of recapitulation sees Adam’s failure as a rupture in creation’s very structure—one that only Christ, the new Adam, can repair. Cyril of Alexandria speaks of the Incarnation as the mending of a torn garment; Maximus the Confessor describes the cosmos as riddled with logoi—divine words now obscured by sin, awaiting their reintegration in the Logos.

Here, suffering is not merely a shared human reality—it is drawn into the economy of salvation. Christ’s Passion is not one story among many; it is the crux of the cosmic drama. The Cross does not symbolize brokenness. It absorbs it. And in doing so, it transforms lament into hope—not by minimizing grief, but by transfiguring it through divine love.

Where Armstrong highlights symbolic rituals of repair, the Christian tradition centers on sacramental participation in Christ’s redemptive act. The Eucharist is not a metaphor of healing—it is the medicine of immortality. Baptism is not a poetic enactment—it is rebirth into a new creation. The liturgy is not a reenactment of myth—it is entry into the eternal now, where creation begins again in Christ.

Armstrong’s pluralism has undeniable breadth. She moves gracefully between Hindu cosmology and Sufi metaphysics, from Lurianic Kabbalah to the Qur’an’s evocation of divine sorrow. But in this breadth, she occasionally blurs the distinction between stories that express longing for repair and a theology that enacts it. Her framework, rich in empathy, risks remaining in the register of the symbolic. The patristic witness insists: healing is not merely imagined. It is accomplished—historically, sacramentally, cosmically—in the death and resurrection of Christ.

Moreover, Armstrong’s vision of divine suffering, while evocative, needs theological calibration. The Fathers wrestled with the paradox of a suffering God without collapsing into pantheism or sentimentality. God’s apatheia—His impassibility—is not cold detachment, but the assurance that His love is unchanging, His being unthreatened by creaturely contingency. The Logos suffers in the flesh, not because He is mutable, but because He chooses solidarity with the mutable. The divine sigh becomes, in Christ, the human cry of Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani—a cry that breaks open the tomb.

To lament a broken world is necessary. But for the patristic tradition, lament without resurrection remains incomplete. Armstrong offers us a sacred sorrow. The Church offers a sorrow that is pregnant with joy.

Sacrifice

In this chapter, Armstrong revisits the ancient ritual of sacrifice—not to condemn its violence, but to retrieve its spiritual logic. Across traditions, she notes, sacrifice was not merely about appeasement or exchange. It was a transformative act, a sacred offering in which the individual was symbolically united with the cosmos. In the Vedas, the sacrificer becomes Prajapati, the cosmic self; the ritual replays the act of creation. Later Vedic reforms emphasized inner transformation over ritual precision, giving rise to the Pancha Mahayajnas—five daily sacrifices rooted in hospitality, study, care for animals, and reverence for ancestors and nature.

For Armstrong, this evolution reveals sacrifice not as cruelty, but as sacred disruption—an act that reorients desire, honors interdependence, and grounds ethics in humility. Modern ecological collapse, she argues, stems from our refusal to sacrifice anything for the sake of others—especially the non-human others. The world is in crisis not because we sacrifice too much, but because we no longer know how to sacrifice at all.

Armstrong calls for a return to this ethos—not through blood offerings, but through daily acts of restraint, generosity, and reverence. A life of ecological sacrifice, in this vision, is a life lit by attention: to the stranger, the soil, the silence. It is, in a word, sacred.

This vision finds striking resonance in the Christian tradition, where sacrifice is not merely a moral metaphor but the axis of salvation. The Church Fathers understood Christ’s Passion as the fulfillment of all sacrifice. As Athanasius declared, “God became man so that man might become god.” Christ’s offering on the Cross is not symbolic; it is efficacious—uniting heaven and earth, time and eternity, matter and spirit. The Eucharist, as Irenaeus wrote, is the medicine of immortality: bread and wine offered, transformed, and returned to the faithful as divine life.

In the patristic imagination, sacrifice is not extinguished by Christ—it is transfigured. Basil the Great’s Longer Rules describe the monastic life as a continuous offering: work, prayer, hospitality, and ascetic simplicity as a living liturgy. The Desert Fathers gave up comfort not as punishment, but as participation in the self-giving life of Christ. For Maximus the Confessor, every act of kenosis—every turning away from egotism and toward the divine—becomes a micro-sacrifice, a step in the reintegration of the cosmos.

Armstrong rightly sees that sacrifice is inseparable from sanctification. But her account, while evocative, remains largely within the ethical and symbolic register. What it misses is the ontological weight of sacrifice in the Christian tradition. In the Eucharist, the material world is not merely honored—it is elevated. Sacrifice does not just express reverence; it effects union. The altar is not a memory—it is the threshold of a new creation.

Moreover, Armstrong’s emphasis on sacrifice as humility before nature, while admirable, sidesteps the deeper drama at the heart of Christian theology: the Cross. Christ’s self-offering is not simply a moral exemplar—it is the means by which sin, death, and disintegration are overcome. Gregory of Nyssa saw in the Passion a divine inversion: the Victim becomes Victor; the offering swallows the power of the grave. Sacrifice, then, is not only about giving up—it is about giving back what has been redeemed.

Armstrong calls us to live sacrificially in the face of ecological breakdown. The Church calls us to live eucharistically—offering not only what we have, but who we are. Her vision demands that we change our habits. The Christian vision demands that we be made new.

Kenosis

Armstrong next explores kenosis—self-emptying—as a spiritual principle found across global traditions. In Daoism, it appears as wu wei, effortless action; in Buddhism, as anatta, the non-self; in Islam, as islam, surrender; in Christianity, as the descent of Christ in Philippians 2: “He emptied himself, taking the form of a servant.” For Armstrong, kenosis names the path away from ego, domination, and separation. It is the antidote to the modern cult of self-assertion.

She finds its expression not only in theology, but in figures like Gandhi, Mandela, and Jesus—individuals who chose humility over power, suffering over vengeance, compassion over control. In a world enthralled by conquest—of land, of people, of the biosphere—kenosis becomes a radical ethic of relinquishment. We must learn, she writes, to let go: of our illusions of mastery, our cravings for more, our blindness to interdependence. Ecological healing begins where ego ends.

As in earlier chapters, Armstrong proposes a moral-spiritual remedy for a material-spiritual catastrophe. To empty oneself is to be filled with compassion. To surrender is to be restored. Kenosis, in this framework, is a disposition of the soul—a movement from grasping to giving.

The Christian tradition affirms this path but anchors it in something more: not just ethics, but ontology; not just example, but event. For the Church Fathers, kenosis is not merely a spiritual metaphor—it is the mystery of the Incarnation. The eternal Logos enters time. God becomes flesh. As Maximus the Confessor writes, Christ does not just appear humble—He “empties Himself into the very condition of His creation,” uniting the divine and human without confusion.

This is not wu wei, or anatta, or even moral heroism. It is the scandal of a God who stoops, who suffers, who dies. The kenosis of Christ is not about loss of being, but the fullness of love. As Gregory Nazianzen insists, “What has not been assumed cannot be healed.” In the self-emptying of the Word, all creation is gathered in and lifted up.

For the Desert Fathers, kenosis shaped the monastic life: not escape from the world, but a stripping away of false self in order to be filled with divine light. Hesychia, stillness, was not detachment for its own sake—it was the space in which grace could act. The Christian’s self-emptying is never isolation. It is the precondition for communion.

Armstrong’s emphasis on ego-transcendence is compelling, especially as a critique of modern hyper-individualism. But without the theological density of the Incarnation, kenosis risks becoming a spiritual posture unmoored from the drama of redemption. The problem is not just the ego—it is sin, disintegration, death. And the solution is not only surrender—it is resurrection.

Her comparative lens sees kenosis as a universal principle of wisdom traditions. Christianity agrees—but goes further. Kenosis is not simply what the mystic does. It is what God has done. The Cross is not just the final test of compassion. It is the axis of the cosmos—the place where divine love pours itself out, and where the world is remade.

To follow Christ in kenosis is not to dissolve the self, but to be re-formed in love. Armstrong offers us a vision of humility as healing. The Church offers a kenotic humility that leads to glory: a descent that becomes ascent, a dying that leads to life.

Gratitude

Armstrong turns next to the theme of gratitude, not as sentiment, but as spiritual practice. Across traditions, she finds expressions of this attitude in daily rituals, sacred texts, and poetic sensibility. In Islam, the Qur’an calls creation ayat—signs—meant to provoke wonder and praise. Taqwa (mindfulness) and mizan (balance) are ethical extensions of this perception: to see the world rightly is to treat it rightly. In Christianity, she turns to St. Francis of Assisi, whose Canticle of the Creatures offers a cosmic hymn of kinship. In modern poetry, she highlights Gerard Manley Hopkins and Mary Oliver, whose lines catch flashes of divinity in birdsong and shoreline, in morning light and moss.

Gratitude, Armstrong suggests, is a way of seeing. It is a refusal to take the world for granted—to see in the ordinary the gift. And this, she argues, is precisely what our technological, consumerist culture erodes: reverence. In place of attention, distraction; in place of awe, utility. Gratitude, then, is not only a virtue—it is resistance. It is how we become human again.

Her insight here is both beautiful and practical. To say thank you—to the earth, to each other, to the divine—is to disrupt the logic of accumulation and control. In a world built on extraction, gratitude is countercultural. It slows us down. It softens the heart. It opens the door to reverence, and from there, to care.

Yet in the Christian tradition, gratitude is not merely the result of wonder—it is the engine of the world. The Greek word eucharistia means thanksgiving, and it names the very center of the Church’s life. In the Eucharist, the created world—bread, wine, water, oil—is offered back to God, and in return becomes the medium of divine presence. Irenaeus called this the “medicine of immortality.” Maximus the Confessor saw it as the reweaving of all creation into the Body of Christ.

For the Church Fathers, gratitude was not a passing mood. It was the rhythm of creation. Basil the Great’s Hexaemeron sees the cosmos as a school of praise. Ephrem the Syrian’s hymns turn stars and rivers into choristers. For Augustine, even the inanimate things—rocks, winds, silence—are part of the divine liturgy, testifying to the Creator.

What distinguishes this vision is its sacramental depth. Gratitude is not merely how we feel about the world—it is how we participate in its renewal. To give thanks is not only to acknowledge the gift; it is to enter into the divine economy, where everything is received, blessed, broken, and shared. Gratitude becomes transformation.

Armstrong’s interfaith approach captures this beautifully on a poetic and ethical level. But without the Eucharistic center, her vision risks remaining affective and aesthetic. Thanksgiving is treated as response, rather than revelation; as attitude, rather than action. In the Christian tradition, gratitude does not only follow from grace—it is the form that grace takes in the world.

Moreover, Eucharistic gratitude is eschatological. As Paul writes, creation longs to be “liberated from its bondage to decay” (Rom 8:21). The giving of thanks is not nostalgia—it is anticipation. The Church does not just bless the world as it is. It offers it up, broken and beautiful, for transfiguration.

Armstrong invites us to recover gratitude as reverence. The Church calls us to live eucharistically—to become thanksgiving in the flesh. Not merely contemplatives, but participants in the healing of all things.

The Golden Rule

In this chapter, Armstrong reflects on the Golden Rule—“Do not do to others what you would not have done to you”—as a moral thread woven through the world’s wisdom traditions. From Confucius’s ren (humaneness) and shu (sympathetic understanding), to the teachings of Hillel, Jesus, and the Buddha, the principle of mutual regard emerges as a near-universal ethical imperative. In Armstrong’s reading, these traditions do more than urge decency; they cultivate an ethos of interconnectedness—ritualized, internalized, and extended beyond the human.

She lingers on Neo-Confucian thinkers who developed the idea of haoran zhi qi—a “flood-like energy” that connects all things—and jingzuo, or “quiet sitting,” which trains the mind to dwell in sympathy with all beings. These practices, Armstrong argues, offer more than moral instruction. They form the person in empathy, shaping the moral imagination through attentiveness, discipline, and interior harmony.

The modern crisis, she suggests, is not only a failure of ethics but a collapse of relational perception. We no longer see ourselves as part of one body—human and non-human, visible and invisible. The recovery of the Golden Rule, in her view, must be ecological as well as interpersonal: a reawakening of our participation in the whole.

Her framing here is elegant and humane. She locates the heart of ethical life not in rigid codes, but in cultivated perception—habits of seeing and feeling that nurture compassion, restraint, and humility. To live by the Golden Rule, rightly understood, is to move from self-enclosure to moral permeability. It is to feel the suffering of others as one’s own.

Yet in the Christian tradition, this movement goes further still. The Golden Rule, taken up by Christ, becomes a command not merely of reciprocity but of agape—divine, self-giving love. “Love your enemies,” Jesus says, “and pray for those who persecute you” (Mt 5:44). This is not enlightened empathy. It is cruciform charity. It is the refusal to let enmity define the moral horizon.

The Church Fathers grounded this love not in principle, but in participation. For Paul, Christians are not merely ethical actors—they are members of one Body (Rom 12:5). For Gregory of Nyssa, to love one’s neighbor is to love the image of God. For Maximus the Confessor, charity is the manifestation of Christ within the soul, the sign of deification in progress. The moral life is not only a social project—it is an ontological transformation.

Armstrong’s emphasis on ritual formation—on practices like jingzuo that shape character—is deeply compatible with Christian asceticism. The Desert Fathers did not trust mere moral intention; they prayed, fasted, kept vigil, and confessed their thoughts because they knew that love must be trained. But for the Church, such practices are not just preparation. They are sacraments-in-miniature—embodied signs of the divine life breaking into human form.

And this is where Armstrong’s universalism, for all its grace, feels incomplete. The Golden Rule, lifted from its theological context, risks being reduced to ethical symmetry. But Christianity, especially in its patristic expression, proclaims a love that breaks symmetry. Christ does not treat us as we deserve. He loves us beyond measure, unto death. The Eucharist is not fairness—it is gift. It is the excess of divine hospitality.

To love the world, in the Christian sense, is not to affirm its balance, but to carry its wounds. The Golden Rule becomes kenosis. The ethical becomes sacramental. Compassion becomes communion.

Armstrong invites us to see the Golden Rule as a civilizational wisdom worth recovering. And it is. But the Church calls us further: to become icons of the God who gave Himself without condition. To love not only as we wish to be loved—but as Christ has loved us.

Ahimsa

In this chapter, Armstrong turns to ahimsa, the ancient Jain principle of nonviolence. For Mahavira, every being—animal, plant, even element—possesses jiva, a soul worthy of reverence. To harm another is to violate the sacred fabric of existence. In Jainism, this commitment is not metaphorical: monks sweep the ground before each step, strain water to avoid killing microscopic life, and embrace ascetic disciplines that train the body to live gently in a world of mutual vulnerability.

Armstrong traces the influence of ahimsa beyond Jainism, into Hinduism, Buddhism, and the ethical vision of figures like Ashoka and Gandhi. In each, she finds a radical ethic of compassion—one that calls humanity not merely to minimize harm, but to reimagine moral responsibility as planetary kinship. In the context of ecological devastation, ahimsa becomes a summons to empathy, restraint, and tenderness toward all living things.

It is a noble and urgent call. In a world built on violence—structural, economic, environmental—nonviolence is not passivity. It is resistance. Armstrong insists that true nonviolence must be interior as well as external. It must arise not only from rule but from perception: to see the other, even the smallest creature, as neighbor.

The Christian tradition affirms this in part, but frames it differently. Where Jainism begins with jiva as the inherent sacredness of all beings, Christianity begins with creation as gift and the image of God. To harm another is to deface that image. But nonviolence, in the Christian sense, is not merely abstention from harm—it is the active work of peace. It is the reconciling power of divine love made manifest in Christ.

For the Church Fathers, peace was not merely the absence of conflict. It was the harmony of all things restored in Christ. Gregory of Nyssa spoke of the human soul as capacious enough to embrace the whole world. Isaac of Nineveh wept over animals because his heart had become, through grace, the heart of God. The ascetic life, for these figures, was not a withdrawal from the world, but a training in divine compassion—precisely so that the monk could become a vessel of mercy.

Armstrong’s presentation of ahimsa is ethically compelling, but in her universal framing, the sharp contours of Christian nonviolence risk becoming blurred. The Cross is not simply a symbol of radical empathy—it is the cosmic act of reconciliation. Christ does not merely teach nonviolence; He absorbs violence and, in doing so, breaks its power. The early martyrs did not merely refrain from retaliation—they bore witness to a new kingdom in which death no longer reigned.

Moreover, nonviolence in the Christian tradition is inseparable from theosis—the transformation of the self into the likeness of Christ. This is not only moral development. It is participation in the divine life. To become nonviolent is to become like the Lamb: not weak, but strong in meekness; not passive, but active in redemptive love.

Armstrong rightly critiques the modern world’s moral numbness. But the patristic tradition offers something more than moral awakening. It offers ontological healing. In Christ, even the enemy is no longer the other, but the neighbor. Even the predator is called to lie down with the lamb.

Ahimsa, in this light, becomes not merely an ethical principle, but a Eucharistic practice: refusing to dominate, choosing instead to bless. The Christian vision does not merely restrain the hand—it transfigures the heart.

Epilogue

Armstrong closes Sacred Nature with a meditation on silence, wonder, and the lost art of attention. She recalls Wordsworth’s early vision of nature as suffused with a “celestial light”—a perception that, though it faded with age, could be recovered not through effort but through stillness. This quiet openness, she writes, is the threshold to reverence. It is not what we do to nature that will save it, but how we see it.

She turns to the contemplative traditions of Confucianism, Daoism, Hinduism, Buddhism, and Sufism, where stillness is not escapism but discipline: a training of the heart to receive the world as sacred. Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Frost at Midnight offers a similar posture—a gaze shaped not by utility but by awe, attuned to the “secret ministry of frost.” In The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Armstrong finds a parable of moral awakening: the Mariner’s casual act of violence against the albatross ruptures the moral fabric of the world, and only through a moment of gratuitous love—his blessing of the water-snakes—does redemption begin.

The message is clear: healing begins not with mastery, but with metamorphosis. We must become contemplatives of the earth—people who listen, grieve, and bless.

Armstrong’s final appeal is quiet but insistent: recover the sacred. Learn to see. Learn to love. Like the Wedding Guest in Coleridge’s poem, readers are invited to leave her book “sadder and wiser”—not with easy hope, but with a renewed sense of ethical and spiritual responsibility.

It is a powerful ending, and in many ways a fitting summation of Armstrong’s project: not doctrine, but disposition; not dogma, but reverence. But the Christian tradition, especially in its patristic form, offers something more: not only a transformation of perception, but a transfiguration of the world.

The stillness Armstrong commends finds its place in the Church, too—but it is the stillness before the altar, the hush before the consecration. The ancient liturgies did not only teach attentiveness—they enacted a cosmic reconciliation. Nature’s elements—bread and wine, water and oil—were not simply signs of grace, but its very vessels. In the Eucharist, the world is not merely contemplated. It is offered, broken, blessed, and returned as divine life.

Where Armstrong ends with poetry and myth, the Church ends with Incarnation and resurrection. Christ is not the sacred metaphor, but the sacred made flesh. The water-snakes of the Mariner’s vision are not only beautiful—they are creatures that “groan in travail” (Rom 8:22), awaiting the freedom of the children of God. The New Creation is not a dream—it is the telos.

Still, Armstrong’s voice matters deeply. In an age of noise, her call to silence is prophetic. In a culture of consumption, her recovery of reverence is essential. She reminds us that the earth is not our possession, but our teacher. And if her theology remains too diffuse to satisfy the Christian imagination, it remains sharp enough to awaken it.

To read Sacred Nature alongside the Church Fathers is to see a path converge with a road already long traveled. Armstrong urges us to attend to the world with love. The tradition urges us to go further: to receive the world as a gift, and then give it back—transfigured, eucharistically, to the Giver.

Only then do we truly live liturgically. Only then do we see what Wordsworth glimpsed and the Mariner learned too late: that nature is not only sacred, but sacramental. And the proper response is not only awe—but adoration.

---