“When a man comes not merely to tolerate, but to boast of the stains that the world has flung upon him; when he wears his spots as if they were jewels; when he flaunts his unscrupulousness, and his cynicism and his disbelief and his hard-heartedness in your face as the signs and badges of his superiority; when to be innocent and unsuspicious and sensitive seems to be ridiculous and weak; when it is reputable to show that we are men of the world by exhibiting the stains that the world has left upon our reputation, our conduct, and our heart, then we understand how flagrant is the danger; then we see how hard it must be to keep ourselves unspotted from the world. And now, in view of all this, we come to our religion…. She refuses to bring down her standards. She insists that men must come up to her. No man is thoroughly religious, she declares, unless he does this, which it seems so hard to do, unless he goes through this world untainted, as the sunbeam goes through the mist….It could not sustain itself in its great claim to be from God unless it took this high and godlike ground, that whoever named the name of Christ must depart from all iniquity.”—American Episcopal preacher, bishop, and hymn writer Phillips Brooks (1835-1893), “Unspotted From the World,” in Sermons (1885)
Phillips Brooks may be best known today for writing
the lyrics to the gentle Christmas hymn “O Little Town of Bethlehem.” But his
ministry stretched from the Civil War to the heart of the Gilded Age—times of
severe trial that left many Americans all too “spotted from the world,” as they
inflicted violence on nonwhites and widened the economic chasm between
themselves and those less fortunate.
The accounts of his life indicate, as Fr. Peter Kountz notes in this blog post from three years ago, that Brooks was “available,
approachable, inspirational, authentic and reverent.”
But you can’t read the words above, nor the sermon in
which I first encountered this great 19th-century preacher, “The Seriousness of Life,” without feeling that he also possessed a spine of
steel, and a willingness to call out the worst instincts of his time.
I was stunned when I saw how aptly the quote above
applied to one contemporary figure who, more than anyone I can think of,
exemplifies this “cynicism,” “disbelief,” and “hard-heartedness.”
This Republican is a far cry from the first one to
occupy the White House, Abraham Lincoln, whom Brooks hailed, in the post-assassination eulogy that made the young preacher famous, as one who “showed us how
to love truth and yet be charitable—how to hate wrong and oppression, and yet
not treasure one personal injury or insult.”
Sadly, though, the current Republican’s attitude has
not merely become an infection but a plague in American life. Otherwise, how
else to explain why more so-called Christian preachers haven’t criticized his
Christmas message urging those who differ from him to “ROT IN HELL”?
I’m afraid this blight on the national spirit will not
be eradicated until preachers with the credibility of Brooks, across the broad
spectrum of American denominations, denounce what that current national figure
embodies.
No comments:
Post a Comment