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To the Throne of the Most Highest

Catholics, like all Christians, are monotheists who believe in the one true God, Creator of heaven and earth; of our small miraculous world, unique in its intelligent life, in the unfathomable mysteries and the immeasurable expanse of our dark, cold universe. Christians are the children of the Jewish tradition and believe in the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who is the Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Christians can admire God’s handiwork in his creation, in the power of the ocean, the extent of deserts, the beauty of the daily sunrise. But these are reflections of God’s creativity, they are not part of God, not immediate parts of his nature.

In the Jewish scriptures, the Old Testament God was known as El or Elohim, as the Jews acknowledged the numinous, moved beyond polytheism, shared to some degree the traditions of the Phoenicians and the Canaanites about the one God, and then God revealed himself to Moses as Yahweh, ‘I am whom I am’ or ‘I am he who is’ (Exodus 3:14), the proper name of the God they were worshipping. Christians today belong to a millennial tradition of belief; we benefit from everything that has been revealed to the prophets and the saints.

The Church teaches that this one true God is Spirit; merciful, all-powerful and ever faithful. God is good and wise, neither cruel nor capricious. God is infinite, without beginning and without end, the all-powerful lord of history, who will oversee the final separation of the good from the bad. Unlike the capricious pagan gods of ancient Greece and Rome, God is interested in us, cares for us, and has told us how to live.

Christians believe the one God is a Trinity of persons, God the Father, the eternal Source; the Son of God, i.e. Jesus Christ, true God and true man, who showed us by his life and by teaching what God is like, and the Holy Spirit, who lives in the hearts of all the faithful.

God is not the most powerful figure in space and time, the cosmic trigger of the Big Bang. God is beyond space and time. He is Being itself, transcendent, incomprehensible.

No explanation is adequate to explain this Mystery. We are told St. Patrick used the three leaves of a shamrock; others have used the three states of water, liquid, ice, steam; still others have compared the Trinity to a family or community, or to a triangle overlaying a circle. What is most important however is to remember that God loves every one of us, keeps each one of us in the palm of his hand. God is an all-embracing torrent of love, spreading forgiveness and kindness to all, especially those who want to be loved.

The Christian literature across 2000 years abounds in pen-pictures of the Transcendent, evocations of the supernatural, the spiritual.

The most spectacular are from the last book in the Christian Bible, the Book of Revelation about the Prelude to the Great Day of the Lord, the coming of the Heavenly Jerusalem, the One sitting on the throne, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, and the Lamb who had been sacrificed and was worthy ‘to receive power, riches, wisdom, strength, honour, glory, and blessing’ (c. 4). There are the plagues, the mighty conflict between the woman clothed with the sun and the huge, red dragon with seven heads (c. 12), the angels against the false prophets and slaves of the beast.

And the triumph of the 144,000 virgins, companions of the Lamb, creating ‘a sound coming out of heaven like the sound of the ocean or the roar of thunder; it was the sound of harpists playing their harps’ (c. 14).

The North African St. Augustine (354-430 AD), the finest theologian of the first millennium writes in a different key. He was baptised by St. Ambrose in Milan at the age of thirty-three, after a long moral and intellectual struggle. ‘Give me chastity and continence, but not yet’ (8:7 Confessions). He believed that God ‘made us for yourself and our hearts find no peace until they rest in you.’ (1.1 Confessions). Many are still ill at ease today, some despairing, but many do not connect their angst to God’s absence.

In a famous passage, Augustine described his conversion beautifully. ‘I have learnt to love you late. Beauty at once so ancient and so new… I searched for you outside myself, and disfigured as I was, I fell upon the lovely things of your creation… I tasted you, and now I hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am inflamed with love of your peace.’ (Confessions 10.27)

The Confessions are the first autobiography in Western literature and Augustine writes with a level of insight about himself and the good God, which is worthy of a great novelist such as Evelyn Waugh.

Each of us is destined to encounter the supernatural at the moment of death as Christians do not believe that life ends at death, even for those who are evil.

The nineteenth century English cardinal St. John Henry Newman combined with the composer Edward Elgar to produce the Dream of Gerontius, a masterpiece ‘awfully solemn and mystic,’ in Elgar’s words, about such a moment.

Gerontius knows he is near to death, chill at heart, with faltering breath and dampened brow, but he rallies:

Raise thou my fainting soul and play the man;
And through such evening span
of life and thought as still has to be trod,
Prepare to meet thy God.

The angels are supportive and the devils are repulsed and Gerontius prays the magnificent hymn:

Firmly I believe and truly
God is three and God is one
And I next acknowledge duly
Manhood taken by the Son.

And he affirms that he loves ‘supremely, solely Him the Holy, Him the strong.’

And so Gerontius tended and nursed by the angels, accompanied by ‘Masses on earth, and prayers in heaven’ comes safely to ‘the throne of the Most Highest.’

            So may it be with all of us.

The above is an extract from Cardinal Pell ‘s chapter ‘God: Home Alone In Australia?’ from Christianity Matters edited by Dr Kevin Donnelly, senior fellow at the ACU’s PM Glynn Institute.  Christianity Matters available at kevindonnelly.com.au

 

One thought on “To the Throne of the Most Highest

  • STD says:

    And yet he felt that now, at this very moment….his inner life
    was, as it were, wavering in the balance, and that the slightest
    effort would tip the scale to one side or the other. And he made
    the effort, calling to the God Whose presence he had felt in his
    soul the day before, and that God instantly responded.
    – Leo Tolstoy

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