December 24, 2017
MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey
The Vigil
of the Nativity—Reflections on the Hope that Came to Us Two Millenia Ago
Friends,
Today is the Vigil of
the Nativity of Our Lord, a day filled with anticipation and scarcely concealed
joy as we await the memorialization and recreation of that ineffable Event—unimaginable
in human terms—that forever changed human history.
The sin of Adam—Original
Sin—affected all mankind and left descendants marked, indelibly stained by that
original fault. Adam’s sin was a form of
disobedience, but a disobedience so grave and monumental against God’s Creation,
that only the Coming of the Messiah, the Second Person of the Trinity of the Godhead,
could repair it. And the Son of God would be Incarnate in a woman who would be pure
and herself immaculate, untouched by the inheritance of sinfulness (by the
merits of her Son). Only such a spotlessly pure womb would be fitting for the Incarnate
God. And only the Incarnation into one of His creatures would serve the purpose
of demonstrating that Our Blessed Saviour would come to us, not only as God, but also in the form of Man—this
was fitting because it was to Mankind
that He was sent.
For hundreds of years
the People of Israel had awaited the coming of a Messiah to lead them, to
liberate them and, if you will, to repair Adam’s Fall. But this vision—whether expressed
in the revolts of the Maccabees or in later violent episodes like the revolt of
Simon bar Kokhba against the Romans (132 A.D.)—implied not just satisfaction
for sinful ways, but increasingly the establishment of an earthly and insular
kingdom for and of the Hebrews.
And although Our Lord
and Saviour indeed came first to the
Jews, and offered them His reparative Grace and Salvation, it was by no means
to be limited to them. Indeed, His message was universal (as it had been to
Abraham). And those Hebrews who accepted the Messiah—and those gentiles who
also joined them—became the Church, the “New” Israel, receptor of God’s Grace
and holder of His Promises and carrier of His Light unto all the world.
While a majority of
old Israel rejected Our Lord, demanding His Crucifixion before Pilate, those
who followed Him and believed in Him entered the New Covenant, a New Testament.
It is in this sense that the Christian church inherited the promises of Israel
and the Old Testament, and fulfilled those prophesies. And that fulfillment
continues.
St. Paul in his Epistle
to Titus [2:11-15] summarizes both the dazzling and miraculous wonder of Our
Saviour’s Grace amongst us and its inexhaustible power to transform us, as we
await His final Coming in Glory: “The grace of God our Saviour hath appeared to
all men, instructing us, that, denying ungodliness and worldly desires, we
should live soberly and justly and godly in this world, looking for the blessed
hope and coming of the glory of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ: Who
gave Himself for us, that He might redeem us from all iniquity, and might
cleanse to Himself a people acceptable, a pursuer of good works. These things
speak and exhort: in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
We—the Christian
church, those chosen out of Grace who accept God’s gifts—are in a journey to
that final day when Our Lord will return. We have been given for that journey
the armament of Our Lord’s graces in the Sacraments and through His love, our
Faith, and a Hope that whenever we are tempted to despair, pulls us back and
redirects our vision.
Years ago when I was
doing my doctoral work in Pamplona, Spain, I had several dear friends. One of
them, by name Teofilo Andueza, although he and wife lived in the city, kept his
family’s ancestral home and farm up in the Pyrenees Mountains. On numerous
Saturdays we would travel out there; the women would busy themselves in the
kitchen to prepare roasted lamb chops, pork shoulder, “patatas fritas,” various
“ensaladas mixtas,” all sorts of desserts (flan and pastries), and, of course,
there would be plenty of Rioja wine and cognac. After eating—which usually
continued off and on for most of the day—we would sit and smoke some “puros”
(Cuban cigars—well, I didn’t worry about THAT aspect of Cuban Communism back
then!).
I remember on one
occasion Teofilo took me up to the crest of a nearby mountain; below we could
see the city of Pamplona, as he related how in 1873 the city was occupied by “liberals”
who supported the central and centralizing government in Madrid, but that
elsewhere in all of Navarra, in every rural village and small hamlet, the
people had risen up as one under the military banner of “God – Country – States’
Rights – and the Rightful King” (against the liberal king then installed in the
nation’s capital). In July 1936 Teofilo, his father, and his elderly
grandfather (who as a teen had joined the 1873 Traditionalist rising) all
volunteered to fight under that same banner, the standard of the Traditionalist
Carlist Communion against the secularist and socialist Spanish Republic (which
is so loved by the establishment Neoconservatives these days).
Like his grandfather
in 1873, Teofilo was barely 14 when he enlisted in 1936. And while his grandfather
was too old to see active, front line combat in the Spanish Civil War of
1936-1939 (serving in rear-guard duty), Teofilo saw combat in some of the
fiercest battles against the Red Republic and marched in the Victory parade in
Madrid in 1939.
But like my other
Carlist Traditionalist friends—who were termed “Intransigentes” by more moderate (and compromising) partisans on
the Right—Teofilo believed that Francisco Franco had not carried through with
the actual re-establishment of a Christian kingdom as promised—too many foreign
influences, too many compromises, and, lastly, opening the door in 1953 to all
the worst aspects of American commercialism and cultural decay. The national
reawakening promised in 1939 had not taken place, its fruits dispersed, and in
exchange, Spanish society had increasingly accepted the worst features of
American culture and secularist thinking.
At the top of that
mountain crest, as we looked down at Pamplona, Teofilo became emotional. “My
grandfather fought against that liberal contagion 100 years ago,” he exclaimed.
“And in 1936 three generations of my family dropped everything and went to war
against the communists and socialists, to a crusade for Christ the King—that He
might reign in society.” And then, he turned to me, took me firmly by the
shoulder, and said: “And now, if it were just you and me—and we were on God’s side—once again we would be victorious, for
even if we are only two, nothing is impossible to men if they fight on God’s
side!”
I have remembered that
incident constantly over the years, especially when things appear dark or despairing. For not only did Grace and Salvation and the
Healing for sin come into the world in a humble Cradle in Bethlehem a little
over 2,000 years ago, but Hope came also. And it buoys us up, gives us balance
and equilibrium, and acts as “Faith’s Sentry” to protect our Faith from harm
and the threat of despair and apostasy.
In the year 312 A.D.,
facing an immense military challenge, the Emperor Constantine prayed to the
Christian God, asking what he should do. As related in Eusebius’ Ecclesiastical History, he had grave doubts about the traditional Roman gods. He prayed
earnestly that the Christian God would “reveal to him who he is, and stretch
forth his right hand to help him.” His prayer changed the course of
human history. The answer came in a
vision emblazoned across the noonday sky, and upon it the inscription read: “In hoc signo vinces”—By this sign you shall be victorious. The
emperor then ordered that his soldiers have the Christian cross inscribed on
their shields.
Victorious at the Battle
of the Milvian Bridge, Constantine then issued orders that the Christian church was to be fully free
in its mission and the exercise of its functions. Although he did not make
Christianity the official religion of the empire, Constantine bestowed favors
on it, built places of worship for Christians, and presided over the first
general church council. He became the first emperor to embrace Christianity and
was baptized on his death bed. In less than 300 years the faith of Christ born in humble surroundings
in remote Judaea and persecuted mercilessly and ruthlessly, nourished by the
blood of martyrs, now emerged from the catacombs, triumphant, a light unto the
pagans, to continue its salvific mission.
Is this not the power of Faith
supported by Hope? That even if we be in the catacombs, even if we see our
civilization and culture coming apart at the seams, even if we see the Church
subverted and false prophets in positions of immense authority preaching false
doctrines—even in these circumstances, we
hold “fortes in Fide,” firm in the faith, bolstered by Faith’s Sentry.
So, then, as we approach the Holy
Day of indescribable joy, we know with assurance that the ineffable Gift from
God of salvation and forgiveness is ours, and that no one can take our Faith
from us, buoyed, as it is, by the unbreakable assurance of Hope—which came to
us that Christmas so long ago.
“Even if it were just you and me—and we were on God’s side—once again we
would be victorious, for even if we are only two,
nothing is impossible to men if they fight on God’s side!”
Saving Grace entered the world two
millennia ago, and with it the Hope we possess. And there are broad smiles on our faces and
joy in our hearts.
Merry and Blessed Christmas!
Dr. Boyd D. Cathey
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