Behold a great multitude which no man can number . . .
standing before the throne and before the Lamb
One of the many glories of Durham Cathedral, in
whose shadow I lived for several years, is the great Neville Screen behind the
high altar, given by John Lord Neville in 1372. It is one of the finest
surviving examples of medieval English stone carving. But it ran afoul of the
iconoclastic fury at the time of Reformation. The screen originally contained a
hundred or so alabaster figures of the saints, each in its own Gothic niche. Now
only the empty pedestals for the statues remain.
There was a plan at the end of the 19th
century to restore the statues to the Neville Screen as a memorial to the most
famous 19th Century Bishop of Durham, J.B. Lightfoot. But this was
foiled by one of the Canons of the Cathedral, H.B. Tristam.
Canon Tristam had two and only two passions,
Reformation religion and Ornithology, not necessarily in that order. The one
passion he indulged by giving every missionary he met a small gun and
instructions to shoot and return to him for stuffing any strange birds they
might happen upon in the mission field. The other enthusiasm prompted him to
say that, if the statues were restored to the Neville Screen, he would the next time he was to preach read
in its entirety the 16th Century Homily “Against the Peril of
Idolatry and Superfluous Decking of
Churches”. Further he warned that he had read the homily to his wife the night
before and it had taken an hour and a half.
The project was dropped immediately. Which only
shows that Anglicans will do anything to avoid long sermons so I had better get
on with this one.
It would be a much easier matter, if the 'the peril of idolatry' could be dealt with by simply rearranging the furniture in churches. Unfortunately the peril of idolatry involves rearranging the priorities of our souls. Our idols are not made of fragile alabaster but of our ambitions, our fears, our determination to be on-top and on-top of every situation and circumstance. The worst idol of all is the idol of me and I don't know about you but this idol is more often than not the idol I worship.
It would be a much easier matter, if the 'the peril of idolatry' could be dealt with by simply rearranging the furniture in churches. Unfortunately the peril of idolatry involves rearranging the priorities of our souls. Our idols are not made of fragile alabaster but of our ambitions, our fears, our determination to be on-top and on-top of every situation and circumstance. The worst idol of all is the idol of me and I don't know about you but this idol is more often than not the idol I worship.
The Communion of Saints is as troublesome a part
of the Christian religion in 21st Century as it was in the 16th
and 19th Centuries. Because what we are acknowledging in the Creed
of our baptism and when we join our voices with the whole company of heaven is
that we are eternally tangled up in the messy and inconvenient and complicated
business of other people’s lives and hopes and prayers. It would admittedly be
much easier if God had set up things so that all we had to worry about was me
and God without all the clutter of Church, Priest and Sacrament to get in the
way. If we could clear away the crowd which throngs before the Throne
and the Lamb as they always thronged him and got in the way when he walked the
dirt roads of Palestine.
Jesus too is an iconoclast but the scope of his
demolition is wide. As Fr. Von Balthasar put it:
“A communion of open hearts no longer
preoccupied with the boundaries of ‘I’ and ‘thou’ since this dividing wall has
been pulled down and the bastions once demolished will never be re-erected. Henceforth
God’ salvation and his ultimate and conclusive love can be encountered only in
the ‘we’”.
Jesus the God-Man has torn down the barrier between the two loves, God and neighbor.
In the Beatitudes the two loves are wildly mixed up:
Blessed
are those who have nothing but God
But also
Blessed
are those who mourn the dead
Blessed are those who
are desperate that God’s righteousness should be realized
But also
Blessed
are those who show mercy
Blessed
are those whose hearts are set on God
But also
Blessed
are those who make peace among men
By his death and resurrection Jesus has torn
down the barriers not only between God and man and those which divide human
beings from each other but also the barrier between the living and the dead.
The bond of love is the only thing that lasts,
that knows no bounds, that cannot be broken even by death. “Love is stronger
than death” and the proof is in the empty tomb and the passion-scarred but
glorified and risen body of Jesus.
The love of God and neighbor and the Beatitudes
which join them together are not simply a program for making this world a better place,
something provisional, temporary, a program for personal growth or social justice,
although they are that. The Beatitudes are the program for eternity. We cannot
graduate to a higher place in which the rule of love no longer applies. The
saints living and the saints departed, it makes no difference. For all and
forever love of God and love of neighbor is binding. Nothing in heaven or earth
can abolish that command. The standard of love, the rule of love, is pervasive and
stretches out in all directions through space and time and beyond.
Because they are 'we' and not just 'me' Christians in obedience to the command of the
two loves have ever prayed for those ‘who
have gone before us with the mark faith and rest in sleep’. And because the saints too are bound by this
same command to love God and neighbor, “we venerate the memory, first, of the
glorious ever Virgin Mary, Mother of our God and Lord Jesus Christ: as also of
blessed Joseph, her most chaste spouse, and the blessed Apostles and Martyrs, that
by their merits and prayers we may in all things be defended with the help of God’s
protection.”
This is our song, the song of the whole Church militant,
expectant and triumphant: ora pro nobis –
‘pray for us’.
Behold a great multitude which no man can number . . .
standing before the throne and before the Lamb
2 comments:
Fr. Allen, 1) Canon Tristam's wife must have been a patient woman; 2) "Lord, I wanna be a Christian inna my heart." Thanks for your thoughts; inspiring. ...Inundated by work-work and grad work. It gets like this as the semester progresses w/add'l requirements. I hope to be there soon. Respectfully and best, Brent
Fr. Allen, interesting to me that you quote Von Balthasar; didn't realize your read him. I'm considering writing my grad thesis on him but not yet firm. he's an underappreciated theologian. Thanks for quoting. Respectfully, Brent
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