Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul, Apostles
June 29, 2023
Today’s Readings:
https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/062923-Day.cfm
Today, in in God’s Lavish Mercy, we celebrate the great Apostles Peter and Paul, first architects of the Christian faith.
From our 21st century perspective, we may be tempted today to celebrate the totality of their accomplishments – the scriptures ascribed to them, the theology traced to them, the cathedrals named for them.
But there is a deeper message given to us in today’s readings, one that challenges our practice of faith. We can access that message by asking an obvious question:
Why were Peter and Paul, simple religious leaders, persecuted, imprisoned, harassed, and eventually executed? What was the terrible threat these unarmed preachers presented to political power?
In those days, King Herod laid hands upon some members of the Church to harm them.
Acts 12:1-3
He had James, the brother of John, killed by the sword,
and when he saw that this was pleasing to the Jews
he proceeded to arrest Peter also.
–It was the feast of Unleavened Bread.–
He had him taken into custody and put in prison
under the guard of four squads of four soldiers each.
The answer:
It was their testimony to the transformative Gospel message of Jesus Christ – the Gospel of Mercy and Justice.
But Jesus’ proclamation of God’s kingdom constituted a serious challenge to the Romans who ruled Israel during his lifetime. The cheering crowds who greeted him, especially during his entry into Jerusalem, as well as his confrontation with the moneychangers in the Temple, constituted such a threat to the unjust power of empire that the rulers crucified Jesus in order to silence him. – Elizabeth Johnson, CSJ
Peter and Paul, and every committed Christian after them, bears the same holy threat to ensuing cultures of domination, violence and greed.
As Jesus, Peter, Paul and so many others down through Pope Francis show us, faith and politics always work hand in hand. The work of faith is to build a world where every person can live, and find their way to God, in dignity and peace. It is to witness to an alternative to any power that feeds on the freedom, joy and peace of another person – especially those who are poor, sick and vulnerable.
May Peter and Paul inspire us to continue the daunting task of such an apostolic faith.
Poetry: The Passion of the Apostles Peter and Paul by Aurelius Prudentius Clemens, a Roman Christian poet, born in 348 AD. With his merger of Christianity with classic culture, Prudentius was one of the most popular medieval authors, being aligned as late as the 13th century alongside such figures as Horace and Statius. (Wikipedia)
Reading this poem, I was pleasantly reminded of my long-ago Latin classes. For those who might want to read the original Latin composition, here is a link:
http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/prudentius/prud12.shtml
More than their wont do the people flock hither
today; my friend pray tell me
Why do they hurry throughout Rome rejoicing?
Once more has come round the triumphal feast day
of two apostles,
By blood of Peter and of Paul made sacred.
One and the same day with space of a year intervening
was the witness
Of laurels won by glorious death in battle.
Well does the Tiberine marsh that is washed by the
river flowing through it
Know that its soil by these twin crowns was hallowed.
For it was witness to victories by cross and by sword,
which twice poured showers
Of crimson rain upon its grassy meadows.
Sentence fell first upon Peter, condemned by the laws
of cruel Nero
To die, upon a lofty tree suspended.
Fearing, however, to rival the glory won by his
Lord and Master
By death upon a towering wooden gibbet,
He was resolved to be nailed with his feet in the air
and head bent downward
So that the crown unto the base extended.
Straightaway his hand were then fastened below and
his feet turned toward the summit,
His soul more noble as his frame was humbled.
Mindful that heaven is wont to be reached from a
lowly place more quickly,
He bowed his head in giving up his spirit.
When the bright car of the sun had completed the
journey round its orbit,
And that day dawned again on earth's horizon.
Nero unleashed all his ire on the neck of the Doctor
of the Gentiles
And straightaway ordered Paul to be beheaded.
That his release from this life was at hand the Apostle
had predicted:
"I long to be with Christ, my course is finished."
Without delay he was seized and to death by the
sword was rudely sentenced.
The hour and day were those of his foretelling.
Flowing between the blest tombs of the martyrs, the
Tiber separates them,
Both banks made holy by their sacred ashes.
On the right bank in a golden basilica lie the bones
of Peter,
Mid olives gray and near a purling fountain.
Water that trickles from the springs on the hilltop
sustains this lively streamlet,
Forever fruitful of the holy chrism.
Now through a channel of marble it rushes and
moistens all the hillside,
At least emerging in a verdant basin.
Down in the lowermost part of the underground
crypt the stream falls loudly
Into a deep and icy pool of water.
Bright-hued mosaics above are reflected upon in
glassy surface,
The gold is tinged with green from shining
mosses.
While in the shades of the water is mirrored the
overhanging purple;
The ceiling seems to dance upon the billows.
There the great Shepherd now laves in this icy
cold spool of living waters
The sheep that thirst for Christ's eternal
fountains.
Opposite, near the left bank of the Tiber, the
Ostian Way now treasures
The temple that to Paul is dedicated.
Regal in style in this shrine that our dutiful sovereign
has embellished
And poured upon its walls his boundless riches.
Plates of bright gold he affixed to the beams, and the
light within is ruddy
As is the morning sun at its first rising.
Columns of Parian marble upholding the rich
gold-paneled ceiling
Adorn the central aisle in fourfold order.
Then with mosaics of many bright hues he inlaid
the vaulted arches,
Which shine like meadows gay with flowers
in springtime.
Lo, you behold the twin dowers of Faith by the
Heavenly Father given
To be revered by togaed Rome forever.
Mark how the people of Romulus surge through
the streets in both directions,
For two feasts on this day are celebrated.
Now with glad steps let us hasten to visit these
holy sanctuaries,
And there let us unite in hymns of joy.
First we shall go by the road that leads over the
mighty bridge of Hadrian,
And later we will seek the stream's left margin.
After the vigil the Pontiff officiates first across the
Tiber,
Then hither hastens to renew the offering.
Let it suffice that at Rome you have learned of these
feasts; in your own country,
Remember thus to keep this double feast day!
Music: A simple song by Nellie Goes to honor Sts. Peter and Paul
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