Because the Anti-Christ is Politics

I’ve been reading Giovanni Papini’s Life of Christ some more. My Chinese mentor, John C.H. Wu, introduced this book to me. You’ve probably never heard of Papini (I sure hadn’t!) but he was a well known author back in the early 20th Century. Come to think of it, that was ’round about the same time G.K. Chesterton was pumping out tons of great stuff from his pen/typewriter too.

Papini had lots of ghost’s in his closet. He had been an ardent atheist, having written what many considered to be the ultimate blasphemous slap at organized religion in his The Memoirs of God, published in 1911. Ten years later, after a reconversion to Catholicism, he wrote  his Life of Christ. It seems he had an encounter with the truth made flesh, and it changed his life forever.

Later on, in his home country of Italy, he got entangled with Fascists, and Mussolini, and all the other kinds of interests that derail most of us from the prospect of ever officially being canonized as saints. As Qoheleth said long before the coming of the Messiah, see, “God made man simple, but he gets lost in his many thoughts.”

The following passage from his Life begins following Jesus’s time of temptation in the desert. Papini entitles it “The Return.” It reminds me of the futility of allowing our political passions to get the better of us. Because, as far as politics goes, the song remains the same as it always has been, which is to say, it generally is not the Good News. If anything, especially now that nationalism has displaced religion (in the minds of many), politics, now more than ever, when we turn it into an idol,  is the ultimate anti-Christ. A heresy wherein the virtuous love of our country and neighbors has morphed into love of the thing that used to be our country, and is now a Leviathan betrothed to Mammon.

Jesus unrolls the book in the synagogue, by James Tissot (1894)

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As soon as Jesus came again among men, he learned that the Tetrarch (second husband of Herodias) had imprisoned John (the Baptist) in the fortress of Machaerus. The voice crying in the wilderness was stilled and pilgrims to the Jordan saw no more the long shadow of the wild Baptizer fall across the water.

He had done his work and was now to give way to a more powerful voice. John waited in the blackness of the prison until his bloody head was carried on a golden platter to the banquet—almost the last dish served to that evil woman, betrayer of men.

Now Jesus understands that his day is at hand, and crossing Samaria He returns into Galilee to announce at once the coming of the Kingdom. He does not go to Jerusalem, the city of the great king, the capital. Jesus comes to destroy that Jerusalem of stone and arrogance, proud on its three hills, hard of heart like the stones. The men whom Jesus comes to combat are precisely those who glory in great cities, in the capitals, in the Jersusalems of the world.

At Jerusalem live the powerful of the world, the Romans, masters of the world and of Judea, with their soldiers in arms. Jerusalem is ruled by representatives of the Caesars; of Tiberius, the drunken assassin, the perfidious heir of Augustus, the hypocritical voluptuary, and of Julius the adulterous spendthrift. At Jerusalem live the High Priests, the old custodians of the Temple, the Pharisees, Sadducees, Scribes, the Levites and their guards, the descendants of those who pursued and killed the prophets, the petrifiers of the Law, the bigots of the letter, the haughty depositories of arid fanaticism.

At Jerusalem are the treasurers of God, the treasurers of Caeser, the guardians of the treasure, the lovers of wealth; the Publicans with their excisemen and parasites, the rich with their servants and their concubines, the merchants with their crowded shops; money bags clinking with shekels in the warmth of the bosom above the heart.

Jesus comes to combat all these. He comes to conquer the masters of the earth—the earth which belongs to all; to confound the masters of the word—the word which should be spoken freely wherever God wishes; to condemn the masters of gold, base, perishable and fatal element. He comes to overthrow the kingdom of the soldiers of Rome who oppress bodies; the kingdom of the priests of the Temple who oppress souls; the kingdom of the heapers-up of money who oppress the poor. He comes to save bodies, souls, the poor; he teaches liberty, in opposition to Rome; setting at naught the doctrines of the Temple, he teaches love; He teaches poverty against all the ideals of the rich.

He does not wish to begin his message in Jerusalem where his enemies, gathered together, are the strongest. He wishes to surround the city, take it from the outside, arrive there later with a following behind him, when already the Kingdom of Heaven has slowly begun to lay siege to it. The Conquest of Jerusalem will be the last test, the supreme trial, the great battle, the tremendous battle between “the Greater than the Prophets”, and Jerusalem “the Slayer of the Prophets.” If he should go to Jerusalem now (where he will presently enter as a king, and whence he will be buried as a criminal) he would be taken prisoner at once and would not be able to sow his word on less ungrateful, less stony, soil.

Jerusalem, like all capitals—great sewers to which flow the refuse, the outcasts, the rubbish of the nations—is inhabited by a mob of frivolous, elegant, idle, skeptical and indifferent people, by a ceremonious patrician class who have kept only the tradition of ritual and the sterile rancor of their decadence; by an aristocracy of property owners and speculators who belong to the herd of Mammon, and by a rebellious, restless, ignorant crowd, controlled only by the superstition of the Temple and the fear of the foreigner’s sword. Jerusalem was not fit soil for the sowing of Jesus.

A man from the provinces, —therefore healthy and solitary—he goes back to his province. He wishes to carry the tidings of good news to those who were to be the first to receive him, to the poor and the humble because the tidings are  specially for them, because they have long been  waiting for them, and because more than any others, they will rejoice. Jesus’ coming onto the world is for the poor. Therefore leaving Jerusalem, he arrives in Galilee, enters into the synagogue and begins to teach.

Try as you might to dress your candidate of choice up as a man of the people, man of God, man of hearth and home, man of the sword, and by degrees, defender of all that is true, good and beautiful, the truth is that not a single one of them even comes close to proclaiming any news that is “good.” Which is why spending a lot of your time and intellectual horsepower pretending they do is a prodigious waste of the precious resources of our spiritual lives.

So what’s left for us to do then? Well, only Frodo could go to Mordor and destroy the Ring of Power. Perhaps that is what we too must do.

  • http://grahamtx.net Greg Graham

    I don’t place my hope in politics; it is not our savior. However, God does use the government as a good in society, and I do have a small part to play with my vote in our own government. I try to be informed enough to use my vote responsibly, although I must confess that due to my lack of interest, I am usually not sufficiently informed.


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