While the Catholic blogosphere explodes with news of the Synod, I have tried not to think much about it. “It gets darker and darker,” a friend wrote on Facebook, “worse than the worst of the Dark Ages or the Renaissance.”
To keep my mind off the present, I read about the past. I have finally found a biography of St. Jerome that I like: Saint Jerome and His Times, by Jean Steinmann. The major critical biography by J.N.D. Kelly and the shorter but more recent work by Stefan Rebenich both suffer from the same problem: the authors despise St. Jerome. It’s like reading Ann Coulter’s biography of Hillary Clinton.
But Steinmann reveres the great doctor. He also does a marvelous job of setting the scene around Jerome, with all its drama and brilliant characters. Yesterday I chanced upon this manly bit about Jerome’s one-time employer, Pope Damasus:
The death of Pope Liberius in 366 saw the Christian community in Rome divided. The die-hards, who were in the minority, met in the basilica of St. Mary Trastevere, where seven priests and three deacons elected the deacon Ursinus Pope and consecrated him. Meantime, the majority of the clergy and the faithful were meeting in the basilica of St. Lawrence of Lucina, where they elected the deacon Damasus Bishop of Rome. When they heard of Ursinus’s election, the supporters of Damasus attacked the occupants of St. Mary’s. For three days Rome was torn by riots in which people were killed. Damasus won the day. He was consecrated, and the Prefect of Rome took his side, possibly as a result of Evagrios’s representations to the Emporer, and exiled Ursinus. When Ursinus’s supporters went on meeting and holding services in the Trastevere basilica, the Prefect had his priests arrested. Their congregation set them free. The followers of Damasus made up their minds to settle the question once and for all, and stormed the basilica of St. Mary again, and this time more than a hundred people were killed in the rioting.
A year later, Ursinus came back to Rome, and the trouble started all over again. The faithful of the two conflicting churches were involved in constant and sometimes bloody clashes, and the pagan Pretextatus, the new Prefect of Rome, disdainfully commented that this was a curious way of showing charity. The feud put the Church to shame.
Oh, for the good old days, when prelates killed each other with actual knives and clubs! In my imagination I see our wimpy modern cardinals at the Synod’s opening Mass, exchanging the sign of peace with fingers crossed behind their backs. Their backstabbing is so metaphorical! Silly redhats, proud of their “cutting” remarks. How have we fallen so far?
You can learn a lot about a man by locating his “downhill point”: where does he think the slide began? Everything in the Church started going downhill—at what point? Do you put it at Francis? Vatican II? Trent? One historian I know says everything has gone downhill since the Council of Florence in 1439.
Maybe the “downhill point” was the election of Pope Damasus in 366. Or maybe the Robber Council of Ephesus in 449, where bishops voted on doctrine with spears in their backs. Somehow, we’ve just never recovered that spirit.
There’s more honesty in men who are willing to fight openly than in those who pretend to be orthodox but try to pervert the teaching on the sly. That’s a far deeper hypocrisy.
Moreover, there has never been a time where outright moral depravity has been promoted by clerics at an official gathering of the Church. Sure, there’s always been plenty of bad behavior, but when has it been proposed as a new and normal way of Christian life?
There’s also something qualitatively different about modernism (“the synthesis of all heresies” — St. Pius X) that makes it worse than the heresies of ages past. We can’t fall into the superficiality of saying “every age of the church has been equally full of wickedness, intrigue, folly, and immorality.” Some centuries are worse than others, some heresies worse than others. And subtle and sophisticated forms of apostasy and infidelity are worse than open betrayal.
What I wrote was intended as whimsically as it comes across. The post is susceptible to multiple interpretations, and that’s the way I want it: I don’t mean to take a position, just to evoke a smile. It does seem to me though that more historical awareness is better in these situations. Not knowing how bad it has been can make you naïve about how bad things can get, which in turn can cause a pendulum reaction in which you suppose that things are fifty times worse than they have ever been when in fact they may only be twice… Read more »
Thanks for clarifying. I think you are absolutely right: the more one studies Church history, the more aware one is of the miracle of God holding together a ship that threatens frequently to fly apart into fragments. And there are times he does permit a piece of the ship to fall off. (Although we are in danger here of some mixed metaphors…) I’d agree that things will look worse to those who are not steeped in history. But I am also struck by how often things look BETTER to people because they are not steeped in history. What I mean… Read more »