Sunday
is an important anniversary in the life of the Church. I suspect it
will, for the most part, go unnoticed. Perhaps that is just as well,
except in the sense of George Santayana’s perhaps misunderstood maxim
that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Still, Sunday is the 1,700th of the Battle of the Milvian Bridge, the
day the church made an unholy deal with power and lost its freedom in
the Gospel. It is an important anniversary to mark because the deal
with power is unraveling before our eyes, and we have a better
opportunity than we have had in centuries to be free once again.
The
official story is that on October 28, 312, the Emperor Constantine
fought a decisive battle at a place called the Milvian Bridge that made
him the sole ruler of the Roman Empire. The details of the spiritual
side of this event vary, but the basic idea is that Constantine
attributed his victory to a vision of the cross, or maybe it was the
Chi-Rho, appearing in a blazing light above the sun bearing a message
from God, which read, “Εν Τούτῳ Νίκα,” in this sign you will conquer,
which was followed by a vision of the risen Christ instructing
Constantine to use that sign against his enemies. As this story goes,
so began Constantine’s purported conversion
to Christianity.
Now,
I have to tell you, that does not sound much like Jesus to me, but it
does sound a lot like the Church. It has had a lot to do with our life
ever since.
Not
too many years later, Christianity, which had begun three centuries
earlier in witness that power was made perfect in weakness (2 Cor.
12:9), became the established religion of the Roman Empire, the epitome
of worldly power. From then until now really, the Church, particularly
the clergy, especially the bishops, became identified with power,
prestige, and privilege. Today we are more democratic perhaps about how
we distribute power and privilege, but they are power and privilege
nonetheless. Instead of being the voice of truth to power, the Church
justified the use of power in the name of God. Instead of being an
instrument of peace, it perpetrated
violence and preached the crusades. Instead of being the advocate of
the poor, the oppressed, and the marginalized, it became the defender of
the established order. Instead of a posture of self-offering, it
assumed a posture of self-protection. Bishops became princes. Pastoral
cures became administrative units based on those of the Roman Empire,
which happened to be called dioceses. Episcopal ministry took on the
trappings of legal jurisdiction to the detriment of diakonia or
service. And the imperial authorities insisted that the church,
contrary to its nature up to that point, order itself for the good of
civil society even though it had existed quite well without universal
councils of any kind and certainly without the Vatican, the Curia, the
so-called Instruments of Unity of the Anglican Communion, the Anglican
Covenant, and, God forgive me for
saying so, the General Convention. In short, we forgot. We forgot
about God. Our memory and our perspective became impaired by our own
power, privilege, and prestige.
We
are finding that power, privilege, and prestige are hard things to give
up, but they are crumbling all around us nevertheless. The fact that
they are crumbling appears to be decline, which has resulted in a great
deal of anxiety and acting out by those still trying to cling to the
Church that once was, but we are no longer the established Church nor
the Church of the establishment. As we are freed from the trappings of
privilege, difficult though it may be, we have an unprecedented
opportunity to remember about God, to make Christ present, to be who we
really are. I think the world’s salvation may be in that. I know ours
is.
In
a letter to the community at Rome long before Constantine became the
emperor, St. Paul gave us a truer vision of what it means to conquer.
He asked, “Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship,
or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or
sword?” And then he answered, “No, in all these things we are more than
conquerors through him who loved us.” (Rom 8:35, 37)
It
turns out Constantine was right, just not in the way he thought. We
are beginning to come to ourselves again, the way Paul saw us and not so
much the way we let Constantine use us. Εν Τούτῳ Νίκα
Peace,
+Stacy