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Perhaps a religious history should come first. It is interwoven into my
life more than anything else. I have rarely fully believed & equally rarely
fully disbelieved.1
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his devotion to the Church of England was well known to the pub-
lic, faith was not an easy matter for Betjeman in the quiet of his own
spirituality. As his friend Auberon Waugh (son of the novelist Evelyn
Waugh) eulogized him, “I am almost certain he decided to affect a cosy
certainty in religion which he was never within miles of feeling.”4 His
poems reveal little such affectation, however, as he was often plagued
by nagging spiritual doubts: a fear that he was unfit for heaven, a ter-
ror of dying, and an anxiety that Christianity’s promises might all be
empty. Still, he sustained his faith, partly by devoting so much of his
writing to his faith and to the spiritual and social roles of the English
church, but especially by committing his own life to a devout obser-
vance of Anglican worship.
Betjeman’s public and private commitment to the Church of Eng-
land, so apparent through his poems, journalism, broadcasts, and cor-
respondence, could thus be taken as a sign either of a committed faith
or of a façade masking spiritual anxiety. Those who doubt the sincerity
of his public claims of faith typically argue that Betjeman could not
believe in any aspect of the church other than the symbolic cohesion
it provided the English people, that he loved the church because it
was so old, so unchanging, and so very English. Patrick Taylor-Martin,
for instance, insisted that the “Englishness” of his religion was more
important to him than its catholicity; Betjeman’s church was “a social
and spiritual entity rooted in the English soil. . . . It was the national
religion and, as such, demanded his allegiance and loyalty.”5 At times
Betjeman himself seemed to substantiate this opinion, as in London on
Sunday, a popular 1972 television film:
Church remains the same:
A reminiscence of the good old days
Our parents lived in and of Sunday roasts.
Church is a change from lonely sitting rooms,
For rich or poor the aches of age come on.
Church is a chance once more of making friends
And meeting the Eternal here on earth.6
It may not thus surprise that his friend and fellow poet Philip Larkin
should observe that Betjeman’s faith seemed “dependent not only on
actual churches . . . but on England itself.”10
Beginning with this early perception of the church as the basic
symbol of his English identity, Betjeman would come to see the church
as the primary source and symbol of Englishness for the entire nation.
In a 1938 radio address, he averred that “the old churches of England
are the story of England. They alone remain islands of calm in the
seething roar of what we now call civilisation.”11 In 1953 he lamented
the increasing scarcity of unblemished churches: “There are few things
more beautiful than a candle-lit church and few things in modern Eng-
land that are rarer.”12 The preservation of the church and its traditions
was tantamount to the preservation of society. Betjeman wrote to nov-
elist Oliver Stonor in 1948 that one should attend the closest Anglican
church even if one does not care for the local vicar and parish because
it helps to sustain village life: “I go on going to church because I know
that however awful my church is, it is Christ’s body in this village and
I can’t rend it apart by leaving it.”13 Though the pronoun referent here
is vague, I think it likely that Betjeman was referring to disintegrating
the village in a social way more than a theological one. And Betjeman’s
poems often celebrate the church for its symbolic role in uniting a dis-
parate people. “To Uffington Ringers” (1942), written during a bout of
homesickness while he was working in Dublin during the war, notes
the emotional consolations of the church but excludes any spiritual
consolation:
And here is Ireland, hemisphered in stars:
High, lucky stars! you hang on Berkshire too,
On brittle Christmas grass of Berkshire ground.
And fierce, above the moonlight, blazes Mars.
Would, Berkshire ringers, I could wait with you
To swing your starlit belfries into sound.14
Despite his frequent attendance at church and his partaking of the sac-
rament of the Eucharist, faith did at times leave him, and in its absence
Betjeman was able to find spiritual resonance in the cultural traditions
embodied in the English church. He admitted to Evelyn Waugh in
1947 that “upbringing, habit, environment, connections—all sorts of
worldly things” caused him to love the Church of England. Neverthe-
less, it is important to note that he went on in this letter to insist that
those cultural valuations would not matter at all “if I knew, in the Pau-
line sense, that Our Lord was not present at an Anglican Mass.”15
Some have argued that essentially all Betjeman cared for in the
church was its aesthetics: the pleasure that came from church crawling
and from his scholar’s knowledge of ecclesiastical architecture, and the
delight he found in the indulgent rituals and fashions of high church
worship. After all, Betjeman himself wrote, “Churchgoing is one of Lon-
don’s greatest and least-tasted pleasures.”16 Dennis Brown claims that
Betjeman’s “key religious perception” is less about theology “than about
a sacred caritas revealed in hallowed places and buildings, consecrated
customs and rituals, dedicated music making, flower arranging, days of
special observance or celebration, and reverence for time-honoured
‘petits récits’—most particularly from the Bible and Prayer Book.”17
Indeed there is a measure of truth here. In 1938 Betjeman wrote to
the future Anglican priest Gerard Irvine about the aesthetic delecta-
tion of Anglo-Catholicism: “I think I am a Catholic in a low way. Red
velvet and a couple of candles for illumination. Prayer book version of
is not how many candles he is to be allowed on the altar, but the apathy
of his parish to any form of divine worship whatsoever.”22 Indeed the
spiritual apathy of the nation and the emptiness of churches, especially
in the cities, was an ongoing concern for Betjeman. At the same time
that he was assailing the bishop of London for selling off its withering
city churches, he found himself fascinated with Billy Graham’s Greater
London Crusade in the spring of 1954. Writing in the Spectator “as an
Anglo-Catholic to whom the revivalistic approach is unattractive,”
Betjeman found nonetheless a deep attraction to Graham’s message
and an appreciation for his accomplishments. According to Betjeman’s
report, Graham “has the great Evangelical love of Our Lord as Man.
Jesus as a person is vivid to him. . . . He is genuinely above religious
differences and . . . his message is that people should return to their
particular churches.” This was very open-minded in an Anglo-Catholic,
wedded to set prayer-book formulae rather than to fervent, extempore
preaching. Betjeman’s hope seemed to be that Graham’s evangelism
would help to fill not only England’s Nonconformist churches but also
its Anglican churches. “Let the Church go on saying its offices, admin-
istering the sacraments,” Betjeman concluded with gratitude to Billy
Graham, and “Let it not sell all its old churches in the cities to build new
ones in the suburbs.”23 This was the theme of his next column in the
Spectator, less than a month later. He argued that the doomed Church
of St. Peter, Windmill Street, sited in “the most used and depraved part
of London,” was of value not for its architecture but as a mission out-
post. “How many prostitutes or people lost in London, of all ages and
races, might not have found sanctuary and advice here, had this church
been kept open . . . by a community of mission priests?” Alas, Betjeman
concludes, “the Bishop has been advised by keen young business effi-
ciency experts who, for all their sincerity, have let money and popula-
tion statistics argue their case for closing the church. But imagination
and a little more Faith, Hope and Charity would have kept it open.”24
In other contexts, Betjeman would insist that an empty church was
not empty at all. This is a paradox that he learned through the mys-
teries of Anglican theology. For instance, he insisted that “an empty
church is full, especially one in which the Consecrated Host is reserved
in a tabernacle or cupboard in the wall with a light before it. Such a
building may be alarming. One may feel oneself elbowed out by angels
like Lewis he used the radio to advance his own stamp of Christian-
ity.35) In this letter Betjeman addresses both the social and the spiritual
strengths of the religion. He agrees with Harrod that the church has
flaws and that it cannot easily solve social problems—poverty, brutal-
ity, madness, and so forth—due to human frailty. Betjeman deflects
Harrod’s charge that religion fails to provide solutions to these age-
less problems by showing how social ills are rooted in the fundamental
imperfection of humanity and the etiological problem of good and evil.
Though he fears his letter may come across as “arrogant, proselytising
and smug,” he continues to defend Christianity on the basis that—this
was 1939 after all—it was capable of “immunising people against worse
creeds, such as Fascism.”
However, it is Betjeman’s defense of Christianity on a personal
rather than social level that gives this letter its great power. Christian-
ity may be hard to believe in, but Betjeman turns its dubiety to great
effect in his surprising suggestion that atheists have chosen the eas-
ier intellectual path: “It boils down to the alternative: materialist or
Christian. For intellectuals the materialist standpoint is the obvious
one and the easiest. The second is harder, but I hold that it is the most
satisfactory, especially when one comes up against injustice, birth and
death.” To Betjeman, the Christian standpoint is obviously difficult
and demanding, and embracing Christianity does not—and need not—
exempt one from doubt:
I choose the Christian’s way (and completely fail to live up to it) because I
believe it true and because I believe—for possibly a split second in six months,
but that’s enough—that Christ is really the incarnate son of God and that
Sacraments are a means of grace and that grace alone gives one the power to
do what one ought to do. And once I have accepted that, the questions of
atonement, the Trinity, Heaven and Hell become logical and correct.
Here at Uffington St. Mary, Betjeman learned the art of bell ringing,
which would become such an important symbol in his poetry, and
served as people’s warden. Also at Uffington John and Penelope orga-
nized a Parochial Youth Fellowship, and their efforts, though largely of
a secular entertainment nature, were much appreciated by the villag-
ers. In 1939 he yielded to the blandishments of T. S. Eliot and attended
and lectured at a Student Christian Movement summer camp in Swan-
wick, Derbyshire.40 Following their move to Farnborough in 1945, the
Betjemans were still active in their local parish. At Farnborough All
Saints, where Betjeman is memorialized in a window by John Piper, he
saw himself and Penelope as the chief supporters of the parish. In a
1947 letter to Evelyn Waugh, he wrote:
If we were to desert it, there would be no one to whip up people to attend the
services, to run the church organisations, to keep the dilatory and woolly-
minded incumbent (who lives in another village) to the celebration of Com-
munion services any Sunday. It is just because it is so disheartening and so
difficult and so easy to betray, that we must keep this Christian witness going.
In villages people still follow a lead and we are the only people here who will
give a lead. I know that to desert this wounded and neglected church would
be to betray Our Lord.41