“Every Christian should be both conservative and radical; conservative in preserving the faith and radical in applying it.”
― John R.W. Stott
“The ‘average sensual man’ who is sometimes unfaithful to his wife, sometimes tipsy, always a little selfish, now and then (within the law) a trifle sharp in his deals, is certainly, by ordinary standards, a ‘lower’ type than the man whose soul is filled with some great Cause, to which he will subordinate his appetites, his fortune, and even his safety. But it is out of the second man that something really fiendish can be made; an Inquisitor, a Member of the Committee of Public Safety. It is great men, potential saints, not little men, who become merciless fanatics. Those who are readiest to die for a cause may easily become those who are readiest to kill for it.”
― C.S. Lewis
(the crucified Christ/ Fra Angelico / The Convent of San Marco, Florence, Itlay / Julie Cook / 2007)
When I was a sophomore in college I was required to take an upper level Lit class.
Now I’ll admit that I was never the best of students.
School was never terribly easy for me.
I was a slow reader, but yet I greatly enjoyed reading—especially if it was something I found to be relevant—particularly to my Christian spiritual development.
This particular Lit class was taught by a professor who was in his very early 30’s, not much older than his students. A free spirit who would come to class barefoot and sit indian style atop a desk as he lead conversation in whatever it is was we were currently reading.
He let it be known that he was a disenfranchised former Catholic turned atheist.
We read the works of men such as Kafka and Dostoyevsky.
Some of the material was bizarre and boring, others were not so bad.
He wasn’t one much for giving grades but up to the end of the course I was under the impression that I had made A’s, B’s and even a C on my written “critiques” of our readings.
That is until our last book, the book that the final exam would be based on. . .
The Grand Inquisitor by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I thought this would be a book right up my alley as I found it intriguing.
I think my mistake was to take issue when this barefoot professor began to expose the questions and role of the Inquisitor against the silent Christ who was on trial, again so it seemed, for his life.
I defended Jesus to the Inquisitor who just so happened to be my professor. We went back and forth.
I later wrote with the same thread of thought when taking the final exam.
This had been the spring quarter so that meant we were all to depart for home at the end of the term.
These were the pre-email, internet, computer days so I would never know what I made on my final as we were all long gone and would merely wait for our grades to be delivered home during the summer via Post.
A couple of weeks went past when my grades finally arrived.
Opening the card and perusing the posted grades, I was shocked when I saw that I had failed the Lit class.
I was not only shocked, I was furious.
This would cause havoc to my GPA.
I had not failed a single paper.
I was never given any indication that I was in any sort of “academic” trouble. . .
How in the world could I have failed the course?
I did all of my assignments.
What grades I did receive were all very satisfactory.
I participated in all class discussions. . .
And that’s when it hit me.
I immediately called the University.
I was told the professor had resigned, moved on to the University of Arizona, taking all of his papers and records with him.
In other words, I had been screwed and there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it—
I couldn’t protest the grade as there was no professor nor “evidence” of paperwork in which to refer.
I get mad to this day just thinking about it all these near 40 years later.
I knew good and well, as I know to this day, that I failed that class because of my outspokenness of my faith and of my thoughts of Dostoyevsky’s Inquisitor verses Christ.
So when I read the Bonhoeffer reflection this morning. . .of his thoughts on radicalism (who else could so intimately understand the evils of radicalism than Bonhoeffer!!), and of his mention of Ivan Karamazov, I thought of a person who had, for whatever reason, grown at odds with God, who had left his faith for the emptiness of nothingness, taking his form of radicalism to the classroom, punishing anyone who stood on the opposite side of his internal angst.
Sadly today we see this same sort of issue of exploding radicalism across the country growing by leaps and bounds as there seems to be a growing intolerance against Christianity on any stage. . .be it on a college campus, in the news, laced throughout our entertainment industry and even in our political arena. We see it not as expected on the shores of foreign lands of the non-believers but we now see it growing on our own shores within our own culture
And yet our friend Bonhoeffer is actually writing into today’s lesson of his concern of that same sinister infiltration of radicalism seeping into the faithful—working to infest the faithful with a smug and pious self-righteous indignation. A radicalism which is witness to Christians using Christ more as a weapon and defense of their own agendas rather than embracing the pure message of selfless Love and of the Salvation found in the cross— and where that now in turn places the believer in the world. . .so now we see radicalism facing us, the Christian, on both our right and on our left. . .each from within and without. . .
The Rise of Radicalism
Radicalism always arises from a conscious or unconscious hatred of what exists. Christinan radicalism, whether it would flee the world or improve it, comes from the hatred of creation. The radical cannot forgive God for having created what is. It is Ivan Karamazov, the one totally at odds with the created world, who creates the figure of a radical Jesus in the legend of the Grand Inquisitor. When evil becomes powerful in the world, it simultaneously injects the Christian with the poison of radicalism. Reconciliation with the world as it is, which is given to the Christian by Christ, is then called betrayal and denial of Christ. In its place come bitterness, suspicion, and contempt for human beings and the world. Love that believes all things, bears all things, and hopes all things, love that loves the world in its dry wickedness with the love of God (John 3:16), becomes—by limiting love to the closed circle of the pious—a pharisaical refusal of love for the wicked. The open churn of Jesus Christ, which serves the world to the end, becomes kind of supposed ur-Christian ideal church–community that in turn mistakenly infuse the realization of a Christian idea with the reality the living Jesus Christ. Thus a world that has become evil succeeds in making Christian evil also.
Sorry you got screwed.
It’s amazing how such events change/shape our lives for better or worse. Glad you chose the Christian path. God holds all the answers (even if it takes us a while to see and understand His grand plan).
Have a blessed day 🙂
Thank you—I knew back then, as I do now, that there were life lessons to be learned—it can still be maddening however 🙂
Yes I understand. Hugs 🙂
I’m sorry you got screwed too Julie. I got mad just reading about it!
Thank you David—the irony of it, if you can call it that, is that two years later, my senior year, I saw the guy back on campus—my first reaction was to rush over to him and demand we “fix” things—then the rational part of my brain stepped in and reasoned that he most likely had no materials from the two years prior and no recollection of me and of my little life he’d afflicted—-the sad thing is that I know it to be much worse on Christians in colleges today. I have a friend who is a professor, as well as ardent Christian—she said that it is awful the way the more liberal, non believing faculty treat their “believing” colleagues and students—
Hope your’e back home by now—hugs David—julie
Yes thanks Julie – got home last night at 10:00pm. Off with some of the men from church tomorrow for the weekend to a men’s Christian event. I could have done with not going away again. Bucharest was ‘interesting’ but it is always good to be home.
It does seem to be getting tougher and tougher to be a follower of Jesus – in many different ways. Your experience seems to belong to today, not 40 years ago.
As I read this reflection on what happened so many years ago, the Beatitudes immediately came to mind: “Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:10
Julie, you knew to whom you belonged even then just as you do now. You are blessed by our Lord. I don’t mean to minimize the pain that was caused but remember that our Lord was there also. I pray that the professor will come into a relationship with God for that is what God would want for him.
Blessings and prayers.
Oh I know Lynda—and you are 100% correct—I think more of my concern is for today’s student—I was just sharing with David that I have a friend who is a professor as well as outspoken Christian and she said that it is almost criminal how so many non believing staff treat their colleagues as well as students—the margins grow more and more narrow every day—
this as you probably have another major paper due 🙂
I understand your concern for today’s student. Our faith demands more of us today perhaps. As for me, I am finished for the summer!! As much as I love studying and writing papers, it will be good to have a break. 🙂
If only believers had the Zeal of the radical unbelievers……………that zeal is good, too bad the food is spoiled. Paul commended the zeal of Israel, but he was quick to point out it was ‘not according to knowledge.’
What we think is radical, is probably the normal christian life. Anyway, I saw today you were ‘lost’ from my readers list; hate when that happens and don’t know why. Gotcha back though.
first you throw me away, then you dig me out of the trash–that’s a true friend 🙂
I’m glad knowing that once I was lost, and now I am found. . .oh I could go on all day 🙂 HA
Truthfully, I never knew you lost me but I am happy to be back in the fold so to speak. . .
Yes CS there is that fine line of being the rebel with the cause—let it be God’s cause truly and not our own convoluted desires as we so often find our feet tangled in—throughout my life, I have often grabbed the battle flag in the heat of the emotion without really stepping back first and assessing the full picture—the older I’ve gotten the better at assessing I’ve become—but I do still tend to reach for my flag first as I’m pondering while racing out the door to do battle—-discernment has come to me slowly 🙂
Hugs to you and thank you for digging me out of the trash 🙂
Ah jewels you were never in the trash, just on the island of misfits 😉
Ha, in the still of the night, the blog muffins will borrow some friends; not all at once mind you, that would be too obvious.
Remember remember the 26th of June, and sure as the moon, it will happen to you soon.
Anyway………discernment, yep, a good asset.
Moving and insightful as usual, my friend. 🙂