It was sickening to awake to the
devastating news today that our beloved Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris – Our
Lady of Paris – the jewel of the Kingdom of France, had been nearly destroyed by
Begun in 1160 and completed in 1260, more than 850 years of art and history have been laid prey to flames, representing an immense cultural loss.
Because of its position on the Île de la Cité, an island in the centre of Paris and the oldest inhabited part of the city, the fire was conveniently observed from all angles.
Thousands watched and observed on TV as the ancient wooden roof was engulfed in flames and the spire over the crossing toppled into the inferno.
The cathedral, which locals fondly describe as resembling a ship moored on either bank of the Seine River, with flying buttresses resembling oars, appeared as a sinking ship on fire.
I have spent the day going over old photos, recalling many fond memories of visiting Notre Dame with family and student and tour groups.
Last year I had the pleasure of visiting twice and this June I would have been there again leading a tour of Canadians and Americans, delighted to introduce them to art of the noblest order, this “book in stone.”
Each year some 12 million visitors have entered through the door of Notre Dame to admire its grandeur. It is a supremely beautiful sight in what is widely regarded as one of the world’s most supremely beautiful cities.
Far more than just a house of worship, Notre Dame is one of the most significant buildings in the world. It has stood at the very centre of French and indeed all European history for close to a millennia.
Silent witness to more than eight centuries of civic and religious life, Notre Dame was called by Victor Hugo the “aged queen of French cathedrals.”
“Every face, every stone of the venerable monument,” wrote Hugo in 1831, “is a page not only of the history of our country, but also of the history of science and art.”
While Notre Dame is neither the oldest, the largest, the tallest, nor even the most typical of Gothic cathedrals, its pre-eminence is renowned the world over.
There are many cathedrals in France with the name Notre-Dame (“Our Lady”). Notre-Dame of Chartres comes to mind, as well as Notre-Dame of Rouen, Amiens, Strasbourg, among many others. That being said, Notre Dame in Paris is the Notre Dame.
It was at Notre Dame that Joan of Arc was beatified, that Napoleon was crowned emperor, and Mary Queen of Scots was married.
Within these sacred walls the French prayed for victory in the Crusades, for an end to the 100 Years’ War, and for deliverance from the horror of the Black Death.
Charles de Gaulle came to Notre Dame in a victory parade in 1944 to celebrate the liberation of Paris from the dreaded Nazi occupation, and 26 years later his funeral was in the same church.
Notre Dame remains the cathedral of cathedrals, the epitome of the Gothic, the symbol of Paris and of France.
Eight centuries of French history, brilliant and somber, tumultuous and contemplative, live in her stones and have walked on her pavement.
The great men and women of France have stepped through her portals and many of them are buried under her pavement.
Since Pope Alexander III laid the cornerstone in 1163, its dramatic position on the stage of French history is indisputable.
I have always said, the truth is the cathedrals of France have suffered horribly at the hands of various political upheavals through the ages.
Despite the horrific trauma of the French Revolution, Notre Dame survived, although it was a target and suffered severe vandalism.
In the centre of the parvis (from the Latin word for “paradise”), the square in front of the cathedral, is a slab. From here all distances are measured to the remotest frontiers of France, symbolic of the cathedral as centre of France and the country’s life.
Around the neighbourhood of the cathedral, students of art and architecture can be seen sketching and painting the cathedral, with careful lines penned in charcoal, watercolour or acrylic paints, the dazzlingly bright afternoon reflection captured on paper.
The essential harmony and complexity of Notre Dame can never be taken for granted. Its graciousness cannot and has never been reproduced.
The vertical and horizontal elements appear in perfect balance. All of this is irreplaceable.
Few perhaps realize the sheer measure of knowledge, study, care, taste, resolution, and experience that go into the construction of such a building.
Every builder who observes the construction is impressed by the numberless precautions that are resorted to in the construction, with a perfect combination of the prudence of the practical builder and the daring of the artist full of invention and power and imagination.
Visitors admire the immense upward thrust of the buttresses that divide the façade into three parts, the pointed arches of the portals, the looping arcades, the sculpted figures, the four soaring bays of the towers.
Further, the horizontal bands of the Gallery of Kings (the 28 figures are replicas as the originals were destroyed during the French Revolution), the tier of the rose window that dates from 1270, the front towers themselves.
After the fire, visitors will only be able to stand in the grand plaza in front of the western façade and weep in the open area that was laid out by Baron Haussmann in the 1800s.
Indeed, in this life, something is always lost while something is always gained. Let us look to the future with hope and confidence.
The people will have to come together with the fever of building as they did in the Middle Ages.
With great effort did our medieval French forefathers dedicate to Our Lady in the age of faith these priceless Gothic cathedrals that we still have today, despite their age, built in the 11th to the 14th centuries.
Millions of tonnes of stone were quarried by the medievals to construct some 80 Gothic cathedrals in France, some 500 large churches, and countless smaller ones.
Notre Dame is the jewel of French heritage and history, the starting point of all the roads of France. In some ways the destruction of the symbolic edifice is a metaphor for the fall of Catholicism in France.
Let us pray to St. Genevieve, the patron saint of Paris, that she may intercede for Notre Dame and for the firefighters and rescue workers as well as for the Catholic identity of France, the “eldest daughter of the Church.”
St. Genevieve in 451 AD called for a “prayer marathon” to save Paris from Attila the Hun. Her prayers worked and the city was saved. Let us pray!
J.P. Sonnen is a tour operator, travel writer, and history docent with Orbis Catholic Travel LLC.