(Don't let those stores and homeowners who are already taking down their Christmas decorations fool you! It's still Christmas until January 5.)
This morning, one of our members reminded me that today, according to the traditional Western calendar, is the feast day of a most special saint, the fourth century bishop Gregory of Nazianzus. What's so special about him, you ask? Simple. He's your rector's favorite. I wrote my ThM thesis on him, and I occasionally smuggle quotes of his into my sermons. I even quoted him during my recent Christmas Eve homily. Those who know me well know of my love for this man I affectionately call "my boy."
Well, I can't let Gregory's day go by unnoticed. I recognize that his writings may not be all that accessible or interesting to most of you, and that's fine. But I do think that we can all learn something about the ways of our God from his life. To that end, I encourage you to read this devotional I wrote in honor of Gregory on his feast day three years ago. I hope you find it edifying this Christmas season.
Blessings to you all,
PS: In case you were wondering, "Nazianzus" is Gregory's hometown, a now abandoned settlement in the Roman province of Cappadocia in what is today central Turkey.
Gregory is known primarily for his theology. He is preeminently the theologian of the Trinity, a truth long recognized by the church, which very shortly after his death boldly acclaimed him Gregory the Theologian for his crucial and groundbreaking insights about this very doctrine. For Gregory, the doctrine is the absolute centerpiece of Christian revelation and the fundamental bedrock of salvation, so much so that he can say:
"I consider the Trinity the only true devotion and saving doctrine." (Oration 43.30, Funeral Oration on the Great Saint Basil)
But I must confess, it is not primarily Gregory’s doctrine that draws me to him. Gregory was an extremely dynamic personality. In the course of his life, he studied and mastered the highly esteemed art of oratory and became a sort of fourth century Billy Graham, helped form the monastic foundation of his friend Basil for whom the latter is widely acclaimed even today, healed schisms in his father’s church and elsewhere by his preaching, wrote the first dedicated reflection on the art and dignity of pastoral care, was pulled from retirement on several occasions by adoring fans, single-handedly revived faith in the Nicene Creed in the Roman capital Constantinople by his preaching alone, was acclaimed Archbishop of that city by a crowd after a ray of sunlight landed on him in a dimly lit church, gained the favor of an Emperor and presided over an Ecumenical Council, and still had time to record several thousand lines of finely tuned poetry about his life and his theological contemplation. All the while, he survived storms at sea, stonings in church, an assassination attempt, political machinations, the attempts of his own friends to use him to their advantage, and, horror of horrors, overbearing parents.
What is striking about how God managed to providentially use Gregory in all these things is the way in which Gregory himself endured it all kicking and screaming. Gregory was an introverted and very sensitive soul, and his rote reaction to crisis was, somewhat humorously, to run. He ran away when his father forcibly ordained him to the priesthood. He ran away when his friend Basil forcibly ordained him to the episcopate. He ran away when his father’s church tried to make him his father’s successor as bishop after the latter’s death. He ran away when the political tides turned against him at the Council of Constantinople in 381. Gregory loved to run. And better yet, Gregory loved to complain about it. Considering his flare for the dramatic, Gregory was without a doubt a reluctant saint. By the end of his life, Gregory was left a frustrated and wounded man who felt that he had failed in all the trials he’d been forced to face and, most tragically of all, had been failed by his family and friends, who were often the ones who forced him into these trials in the first place. Gregory died believing that his life’s work—work he wouldn’t have done had he not been cajoled by others—was for naught.
But my how God used Gregory mightily! His doctrinal synthesis became the standard for the eastern church almost immediately after his death, and in translation he heavily influenced Jerome and Augustine and the whole of the western church as well. His sermons set the rhetorical bar for all Christian preaching for centuries, where they were preached every year on important feast days in Constantinople well into the second millennium. His thoughts on pastoral care heavily influenced such giants as John Chrysostom and Pope Gregory the Great. When subsequent generations were tasked to, as John of Damascus put it, “think theologically,” they invariably meant by this “to think like Gregory the Theologian.” Even Protestant favorite John Calvin found “great delight” in Gregory’s vision of the Triune God. To have him on your side is to have a very influential friend indeed.
Gregory for his part saw none of this. But that great Triune God in which he delighted saw it all. His hand was truly heavy on his servant Gregory, and he used him mightily. Indeed, that selfsame Holy Spirit Gregory so loved to contemplate and defend continues to return the favor to this day. Gregory is still our man on so many points. But perhaps on no other does he better teach us than this: God providentially preserves those who love him, and even amidst, as Gregory says, “calamities of soul,” God makes their names great. It is, in the last analysis, Gregory’s vision and example of divine providence that makes him a dear companion in the faith for me, and for which I remember him most fondly:
"It is necessary to accept every turn of the rudder by which God leads me out from both struggle and storm, till he has harbored me in a fair haven: if indeed he did not build the vessel to no purpose, but toward a good and well-intentioned end." (Poem 1.1.6, The Second on Providence, 112-116)