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Reading the Reformation

by Philip Roddis

Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God’s grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out. Bishop Latimer: Oct 16, 1555

On this day five hundred years ago an exasperated preacher and professor in moral theology is said to have nailed his ‘grievances’, ninety-five theses written in the spring and summer of 1517, to a chapel door at Wittenberg Cathedral. First in his sights was the trade in indulgences: papal promises signed by this bishop or that to expedite the progress of the purchaser’s soul through purgatory. One practitioner was Dominican friar Johann Tetzel, seller of indulgences who rose to become Grand Inquisitor of Heresy to Poland, aided by a ditty Madison Avenue itself could not have improved on: “as soon as gold in the coffer rings, the soul from purgatory springs.”

Disgusted of Wittenberg – a Martin Luther soon outflanked by fiercer critics of Rome – was by no means the first to look askance on such practices. Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, written in the fourteenth century but only published in the last quarter of the fifteenth, gives us the Pardoner. This fellow – “thin and droopy” … hair “yellow as wax hanging lankly” … eyes like a rabbit’s and voice like a goat’s (animals known then as now for lust and lechery) – tops up his commissions on indulgences, for which he’d have to account, by way of a more lucrative racket. Why disturb the bishop’s men with details of “pigges bones” traded as those of an apostle’s finger?

Chaucer was a contemporary of John Wycliffe, leader of the Lollards and scathing not only of indulgences and relics but a bloated clerisy in general. It’s true that just as Luther would distance himself from Men Who Went Too Far, men like his erstwhile comrade Thomas Muentzer, so had Wycliffe baulked at a Peasants’ Revolt backed by the more firebrand of his Lollards. But Wycliffe’s attacks, initially ad hoc, would evolve, as such criticisms will, into more doctrinal form; viz, that papal authority has no scriptural basis.

Wycliffe predates the Reformation by more than a century. He never saw the bible translated into English by Luther’s contemporary, William Tyndale, but would have been unsurprised by the consequences. Tyndale, like lawyer and fellow traveller James Bainham, did not have to await Mary Tudor’s short but vindictive reign for martyrdom at the stake. His work drew the wrath not only of men like Thomas More but also a Henry VIII dubbed Defender of the Faith by the pope until, less the fervent protestant than disobedient catholic, his lust for Anne Boleyn and need of a male heir saw him break reluctantly with Rome.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God may strike our secular age as superstition – and the materialist as philosophical idealism to be opposed by in the beginning was the Deed – but its revolutionary significance at the time was clear to Church and Reformers both. A bible devoid of reference to pope, bishop or purgatory posed, in any vernacular translation, let alone one whose publishers insisted that God’s Word could be heard without priestly mediation, an intolerable threat to a divinely ordained status quo – and, except where it suited one contending faction or another, its ruling class.

We might note in passing that according to Melvyn Bragg, the King James version, an early jewel in the crown of that flourishing of arts and sciences under the Stuarts, has been shown by recent textual analyses to be almost seventy-five percent Tyndale – rising to ninety percent for its New Testament.

…“under the sun”, “signs of the times”, “let there be light”, “my brother’s keeper”, “lick the dust”, “fall flat on his face”…on and on they march through our days, phrases, some from his childhood in the Cotswold countryside, some from Anglo-Saxon and Hebrew, all alchemised into our everyday language…

Wycliffe escaped the full wrath of the Church in his own lifetime. It was stroke, not stake, that took him in 1384. Not until 1415 was he declared a heretic, his body exhumed from consecrated ground, bones ceremoniously burnt and ashes flung on the River Swift upstream of Lutterworth. Meanwhile, his ideas had been taken up by a brilliant Czech academic whose final words were croaked out as, a guarantee of safe passage declared non-binding if made to a heretic, torches of burning pitch lit the firewood and straw piled around him at the gates of Konstanz Cathedral. Jan Hus, one of the ablest scholars of his day and, like his mentor, ahead of the Reformation by a century, was paying a price that Luther – unlike many of those he inspired: Latimer, Cranmer, Anne Askew and countless others incinerated by Bloody Mary and Bishop Bonner in England, and by Counter-Reformation across Europe and beyond – would not be called on to pay.

Hus’s execution sparked the Hussite Wars, 1419-34. Initially between Hussites and forces loyal to the papacy, these soon turned in on themselves as, foreshadowing many a protestant split, Hussite factions confronted each other. Of particular note here are the Utraquists whose tightly organised footsoldiers and archers saw off five papal crusades, only to side with Rome against the more radical Taborite Hussites. And win. And be rewarded by being allowed to practise an unorthodox but nonthreatening version of the Faith.

(For light on this we might turn to Freud, who gave us the term ‘narcissism of small differences’. But while the ego’s drive to locate itself in difference is seldom far from the crime scene in such schisms, it is in this case overshadowed by the realpolitik of a dangerous age.)

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I’m jumping back and forth in time because, as with many a tale, the narrative laid out in strictly chronological sequence can miss things that matter. One being that few if any of these men and women wanted to die. Hus did not defend himself by grandstanding about being answerable to a Higher Authority than that of his accusers. Rather, though he had cause enough to protest the circumstances of his arrest, he rested his case on having been misunderstood. For his part, and a hundred and forty years on, Cranmer did recant, and not just the once. That by custom should have spared him so cruel a death but the divine gleam in Mary’s eye shone brighter than usual in his case.

As Archbishop of Canterbury, Cranmer had not only driven through the divorce of her mother – even ‘threatening’ Henry with excommunication should he have further sexual relations (as if!) with a brother’s widow – but had with his own hands placed Catherine’s crown on Anne Boleyn’s head. Had Anne borne a robust son, and so saved her own life, Mary would at this point be at best sewing smocks for the poor in some farflung convent, not following Jane Seymour’s sickly son Edward, and nine day Jane Grey, to the throne. And not using protestants to light her bonfires. Doubly betrayed – his life by Mary’s refusal to play the game; his soul by his own survival instincts – Cranmer went to the stake in 1556, six months after Latimer and Ridley, recanting his recantations:

And now I come to the great thing that troubleth my conscience … the setting abroad of writings contrary to the truth. Which here now I renounce and refuse, as things written with my hand contrary to the truth which I thought in my heart, and writ for fear of death, and to save my life, if it might be: and that is, all such bills, which I have written or signed with mine own hand, since my degradation; wherein I have written many things untrue. And forasmuch as my hand offended in writing contrary to my heart, therefore my hand shall first be punished. For if I may come to the fire, it shall be first burned. And as for the Pope, I refuse him, as Christ’s enemy and antichrist, with all his false doctrine.

Personal considerations aside, Cranmer’s downfall and subsequent demeanour left both sides with an uphill struggle claiming moral victory. Besides taking the edge off her schadenfreude, that last act of defiance robbed Mary and Rome of the propaganda boost they’d sought. Then again, Cranmer’s vacillations had left little enough for the protestant cause to crow about – though John Foxe gave it his best shot, his depiction of the execution in Foxe’s Martyrs leaving for posterity a vision of that ‘offending’ right hand offered first to the flames by its owner.

It’s a side issue here but an important one given the recurring Reformation theme of dynastic insecurity. That Anne Boleyn’s daughter Elizabeth survived Mary’s thirst for vengeance is down to legalities not easily overcome. While the Third Succession Act of 1544 had not anulled the ‘bastard’ status of either of Henry’s daughters, it had restored both to the line of succession. Since ancilliary legislation had made defiance of the Act treason, Jane Grey had, regardless of protestant Edward’s will, played for the highest stakes. (In such heady times it’s not easy to sift personal ambition from conviction that God was calling on Jane to advance – or in Mary’s case roll back – the Reformation, nor from dread of Letting Him Down.

The separation is harder still given powerful and eloquent voices in the wings, their owners likewise exposed in a zero sum game; urging and flattering, coaxing, bullying and advocating.) Of course, legal niceties would have counted for nothing had efforts to capture Mary in those first critical days after Edward’s death succeeded. (As noted in the context of Catalonia, laws are written in ink; underwritten in blood.) But Mary was not captured and did Rally The People. The Privy Counsellors – sensing a winner, not bent on martyrdom, and in any case wanting no rerun of civil wars whose tail end a few were old enough to remember – switched sides to seal protestant Jane’s fate. Protestant Elizabeth was a different proposition though. Mary could not deny her half sister’s place in the queue without invalidating her own. What she could and did do was lock Elizabeth in the Tower and pray for longevity, the latter in vain.

Also noteworthy, for underscoring those real fears of damnation and the courage they gave to defiance, is that the seventeen year old Jane might have saved herself. Scholars tell us her death was inevitable after her father joined Thomas Wyatt’s rebellion over talk of Mary’s betrothal to Philip of Spain. (The 1544 Act debarred Mary and Elizabeth from marrying, as queens, without Privy Counsel approval.) But days before the execution, Mary sent her own chaplain to convert Jane. The nine day queen who’d condemned Mass as “wicked” and urged protestants to “return, return again unto Christ’s war”, was having none of it. She lost her protestant head but might she not have kept, albeit in reduced circumstances, a catholic one? The question brings us, via another leap back in time, to Mr Bainham.

It’s hardly proof, but the portrayal of James Bainham in the BBC screening of Hilary Mantel’s quite brilliant Wolf Hall is compelling. We see an ordinary man in an extraordinary situation, gripped by an all too understandable terror at his fate. But it’s a fate he could avert by uttering a few words: “just words”, as the kindly Thomas Cromwell of the Beeb’s at times anachronistic imagining urges him. He can’t utter them though. Real as the flames of Smithfield are to him, realer still are those of eternal damnation. And that’s the second of the truths to be brought out here: for all their doubts, and for that matter their hubris, these men and women died, or risked, terrible deaths for what to them was Truth everlasting; Truth non negotiable. We’d have to be lacking as much in imagination as humanity not to be impressed.

This segues into a third truth, but let’s first set the record straight. Protestantism had and has no monopoly on martyrs. I say this less in any spirit of fairness than because, taking nothing away from the courage of these individuals, their heroism and depth of faith can’t easily be separated from realpolitik. The conservatives got Hus in the end, but why had he been allowed for so long to preach the gospel according to Wycliffe?

Because he had the patronage of King Wenceslaus IV, a man with an axe to grind. The papal schism early in the fifteenth century, between backers of Gregory XII in Rome and those of Benedict XIII in Avignone, saw Wenceslaus championing Benedict because he feared Gregory would stymie his shot at Holy Roman Emperor. When he ordered Bohemia’s clergy, university included, to stay neutral on the schism, the influential Hus – unlike an Archbishop Zajíc who declared for Gregory – ordered his dons to do just that. It’s a fascinating story but my point is simply the interplay of power politics and devotion. Whatever games Wenceslaus was playing, in assessing Hus and all the others who took their faith to the wire, we have to walk a fine line between credulity and cynicism.

Devotion and power are equally entwined in the case of English catholicism’s most celebrated martyr. Such is television’s ability to shape our perceptions, it’s hard to set aside in the interests of more grounded assessment Thomas More’s depiction in Wolf Hall by an Anton Lesser who excels at unsympathetic and/or morally complex characters. We can fairly conjecture though that More’s positions on a range of interwoven matters, from Tyndale and Bainham (each of whom Cromwell had indeed tried to save) to Henry’s divorce and Anne’s coronation, stem as much from the views of the one time humanist now fearful – it’s a common enough trajectory – of earthly chaos as from unshakeable faith in the Old Religion. Can the two even be separated? Can we tell brilliant lawyer and wordsmith from canny theologian and intransigent patrician?

But the clearest Tudor signs of faith inseparable from realpolitik and statecraft are afforded not by Henry’s reign or Mary’s but Elizabeth’s. Hers is marked by a pragmatism her father in fits and starts aspired to but was temperamentally incapable of, while Mary didn’t even try. And though Elizabeth ruled at a time when protestant zealotry, real or adoptive, posed in the early years as big a threat as catholicism, the latter provided the greater body count. Just as the paranoias and ambition, four centuries on, of a Joe McCarthy would be underpinned and/or inflamed by a new superpower projecting its demons on The Other, so did real fears of an Enemy Within plotting with Spain to roll back the Reformation and place Philip or a proxy on her throne add urgency to Elizabeth’s persecution of catholics. So too, for a dynasty whose founder grabbed the crown at Bosworth and whose legitimacy remained contentious, did fears of Plantagenet resurgence decked out in holy garb. Which brings us back to those catholic martyrs and their belief – every bit as sincere as that of their mirror images, and every bit as prone to appropriation by worldlier designs – in their own salvation and the damnation of fellow christians they could never bring themselves to recognise as such.

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In summary: one, for the most part these were not fanatics bent on glorious deaths. Some had protection more pliant or less powerful than they supposed; others were simply naive. Two, for all that, they showed a courage we can only attribute to faith that wavered but did not desert them. Three, they died in times which – ironically on one side, given Lutheran insistence on the very private relationship between ‘Man and Maker’ – had not the luxury of dividing personal and public realms. Or to put it in terms already used, faith and politics aren’t easily separated.
But what did it all stack up to, this Reformation? Well might we ask, and well recall Zhou Enlai’s reply to the question, allegedly put to him the best part of two centuries after the fact, what did the French Revolution achieve?

I like to think Zhou really did answer – tongue half but only half in cheek – that it was “too early to tell”. All knowledge is provisional, as good scientists know. And as good historians know, all judgment on momentous events is even more so. The Reformation undoubtedly falls into that category, and we don’t have the natural scientist’s privilege of attributing causality by means of controlled and repeatable experiment. Beyond Reasonable Doubt is the best we can aspire to, and in this case not even that.

I start as Luther pace Wycliffe did, with injustice rationalised by cant. The idea of a soul sped to heaven by cash payment to a priesthood now unites believer and non believer alike in aghast incredulity. Twas ever thus. The crimes and absurdities of times gone by are crystal clear to our so clever, end-of-history age – what wolves and sheep they were; what rogues and fools! – but should humanity survive, a time will come when faith in the superiority of blind market forces over wealth creation planned by and for humankind will evoke a similar response. Ditto the fact of fewer than a dozen men owning half the world, while scores of millions die in destitution and arms profits in and of themselves drive industrialised carnage. Cry Godwin’s Law if you will, but why would these things not seem as monstrous to our grandchildren’s grandchildren’s age as the nazi holocaust to ours?

There is an answer to that but it’s not good news. Not only is every generation desensitised to greater or lesser degree to the horrors of its day. Those I speak of flow from laws of motion few understand (least of all economists, salaries dependent on their not understanding) and which leave us with beneficiaries, yes, but not identifiable agents in the sense of individuals who, by making different choices, could reverse those laws of motion. On the contrary, by making other choices those agents would see their ‘power’ evaporate in an instant. I call them a ruling class for good reason, but ultimately it’s no more than a useful fiction when they too are enslaved. In our own day the Henry Tudors and Himmlers, ogres whose humanity we disown to reaffirm our own, are thin on the ground. But their elusiveness is that of a world amok: an Asimov dystopia without the misprogrammed robots.

Relieving an illiterate peasantry of its hard-earned in exchange for relics and indulgences was the tip of an iceberg for Luther. As with Wycliffe and Hus it led him to question Rome’s mix of spiritual and temporal authority, its meddling in politic alliance and its kingmaking. This in an age when to question the authority by which a priesthood – its higher echelons living as princes while debauchery and sharp practices operated at all levels – interpreted for the masses a text whose translation into vernacular was a capital offence. Regardless of the agendas of men like Henry Tudor – regardless too of the hesitance and worse of a Luther – the Reformation was in no small part a fight against the earthly injustices of its day.

There’s more. Historians differ on how much an equally momentous process, the eighteenth century Enlightenment, owes to the Reformation. Some find more direct antecedence in the Renaissance; some point to a catholicism amply represented in both scientific enquiry and the thoroughly modernist project, its clearest manifestation the French Revolution, of changing the course of history on the basis of an Idea. Responding to the first argument, Renaissance and Reformation are not mutually exclusive candidates. The second argument implicitly supposes protestantism and catholicism to inhabit parallel universes. A moment’s thought reveals the absurdity of assuming a Vatican deaf and blind – even if Rome did wait until 1822 to cease its attacks on heliocentrism – to ideas it could no longer suppress. Dafter still is the notion of individual catholics, the intelligentia in particular, stoically unmoved by Lutheran, Calvinist and secularist thought.

Even at the level of theology, secularists see the protestant view of the transubstantiation as a step in the right direction from insisting the Eucharist bread and wine literally become Christ’s flesh and blood. But here too we must be careful. America’s baptist belt holds no shortage of folk convinced the earth is six thousand years old, dinosaur bones God’s test for the faithful and black people descendants of Ham the betrayer of Noah. For his part Ian Paisley vilified ‘papist superstition’, but the Free Presbyterian Church of Ulster he co-founded is no stranger to blind fundamentalism. Not that the ‘Troubles’ should ever be understood as religious in nature or origin. My point is that even in spiritual terms, with its social justice aspects artificially stripped out, the Reformation sits easier with the Age of Reason than does papal infallibility.

Which is emphatically not the same as declaring protestants more rational than catholics! Or even that rationalism is the be all and end all of human inquiry. In a universe jam-packed with unknowns, and perhaps unknowables too, the limits to rationalism and for that matter empirical methods are epistemologically known. Likewise the acts of faith on which they rest. But in gauging the Reformation’s contribution to events in the second half of the eighteenth century, its elevation of rational argument over “Saint Peter’s last will and testament” can hardly be ignored. Not even when said rational argument builds on beliefs many of us find fantastical.

My final argument for the Reformation as a progressive force – its theological drivers, bloody powerplays and dashed hopes notwithstanding – is that whatever men like Luther and Tyndale thought they were up to, in vernacularising the bible and declaring the priest’s role less than pivotal they did more than change the way millions of christians see their relationship with God. In 1994 David Olson’s The World on Paper drew on evidence, much of it counterintuitive and not always kind to cherished assumptions, from many disciplines for answers as to how literacy impacts on thought, in both its individuated and cultural forms. Within a much broader historic sweep, Olson makes the telling but underappreciated point that in opening up the possibility of God’s will as decodable by all inquiring souls armed with the tools of literacy, the Reformation introduced another: that divine intent could similarly be ‘read’ in nature.

Might creation too be an open book to those willing and able to master the code? One way of viewing the explosion of inquiry marking the late seventeenth century, the age of Boyle, Hooke, Newton and Wren – christians all – is that the giants whose shoulders they stood on include in one century Jan Hus, in another Askew, Bainham, Cranmer, Latimer and so many others: men and women who went to terrible deaths for convictions which in Newtons’ own lifetime, and in strikingly similar garb, had returned to overthrow a king.

So what if England’s revolution did falter, and did enthrone that king’s son? Monarchy was altered for good: the divine right of kings, like papal infallibility, kicked into the dustbin of history from which it has yet to emerge. Luther would turn in his grave but who, on the basis of evidence and reason – evidence and reason – would swear he had no hand in all that followed his hissy fit of October 31, 1517?

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Again: historians have not the natural scientists’ luxury of controlled experiments. They can’t remove the Reformation and rerun history to see whether we still get an Isaac Newton, still get a Charles Darwin, a Voltaire, a French Revolution and for good measure a Russian one. It can be argued of course that science is defined less by method than by predictive power; that what distinguishes physics from voodoo is not white coats and particular methodologies but the fact one can propel us, on the basis of ‘if x + y then z‘, thousands of miles through the air at thrice the speed of sound while the other has yet to deliver on flying carpets or astral travel.

But we can’t separate historians’ inability to run controlled experiments from their inability to make causal connections that are empirically unassailable. It’s not that history deals with the past. So too does an evolutionary theory that has furnished elegant examples of predictive power; of life forms found because we looked for them, convinced by models of naturally selected random genetic mutation that they must exist. The problem for history lies elsewhere, and confronts all of the human sciences. That’s our species complexity, individually and socially, and the myriads of turning points it engenders at every moment. ‘If x + y then z’ doesn’t entirely work here. No law of the cosmos ruled out a Catherine of Aragon, never mind an Anne Boleyn, giving Henry a strapping son or two.

But in the wider scheme of things Henry’s desires and agendas, like Wenceslaus’s, fall into the category of small events while the Reformation was a Momentous Event. Small events may be catalysts for but not causes of Momentous ones. We can say with a probability close to Beyond Reasonable Doubt that the Reformation had to happen for reasons way beyond securing the Tudor line; such as that the rise of mercantile capitalism created tensions insoluble within the absolutist worldview Martin Luther – objectively and, again, regardless of what he may or may not have believed he was up to – railed against on that church door.

Tensions we see replaying in later times between old money and new; brittle certainty and dangerous discovery. Tensions whose drivers have a habit of tossing aside the agents – the Tyndales and Tudors, Dantons and Bourbons, Kerenskys and Romanovs – who’d thought to control their pace and direction.

By the same token that upsurge in scientific enquiry of the late seventeenth century can hardly be chalked up to Charles II, a quite unremarkable man. But then, history has ways of making use of whatever materials are to hand, even mediocrity: witness, a century on from the Stuarts and on the far side of the Channel, the empty headed vanities of an aristocracy which, having sown the wind, now stood to reap the whirlwind. Those vanities did not cause France’s transition to capitalism – that was inevitable – but did ensure it took the most violent route.

All the more profoundly, then, can history write its futures with materials as wild and abundant in possibility as those the Reformation hurled into being. To what end? Too early to tell.


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pkin pum
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Sep 9, 2020 2:21 AM

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Assignment Writer
Feb 28, 2020 6:27 AM

The Reformation presented another: that divine goal could correspondingly be ‘read’ in nature.

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happy wheels
Feb 22, 2020 5:02 AM

Your feedback helps me a lot, A very meaningful event, I hope everything will go well

Jen
Jen
Nov 2, 2017 3:23 AM

A very interesting article. Thanks very much, Philip.
The devil’s advocate in me though would like to pose this conundrum: witch hunts and other persecutions of people accused of being witches leading to trials, sentences and capital punishment (not only of people but sometimes of other people and animals thought to be in league with them) actually increased during the 1500s and reached their peak during the 1600s, the century in which Rene Descartes and Isaac Newton lived. Some of the worst and most famous witch hunts and persecutions took place in Scotland, England, parts of Germany under Protestant leadership and the Puritan colonies in what’s now the northeast United States. Why should that have been?
Some answers are present in this article I found.
Dan Horn “To what extent was the Protestant Reformation responsible for the witch-hunts in the years 1520-1650?”
http://www.thomas-hardye.dorset.sch.uk/documents/news_12/dan_horn.pdf

Joki
Joki
Nov 1, 2017 5:49 PM

The world runs on magic. Mostly Air magic, i.e. The Word. There is seemingly no limit to what a human being will do if he/she is subjected to persuasive enough air magic.
Currently the world’s greatest known magician is the Television, which is to say the TeleVizier, the TeleSeer, the TeleWizard and so on, all of these being formed from the same root word. Think “Harry Potter” and you’re on the right track, even if no one bothers to clue you in on the little secret that ol’ Harry is simply a reconstruction of Heru-Ptah, that being Horus and Ptah or Putah, known and frequently depicted as a potter molding the form of Horus from clay or sketching his form on papyrus.
Ptah the potter was the god responsible for the carving out of the Earth of Eternity, otherwise known as Amenta. It also goes by names such as Sheol and Purgatory, hence it is where we’re said to “make amends” for the evil deeds done in our life on the Earth of Time, i.e. here and now. Ptah carved out the underworld for the passage of Atum-Ra, so that ol’ Atum or Autumn, he of the Tomb so to speak, could make his way through to light the way for those poor souls/sols in Amenta to reach the garden of Arru on the eastern side, and ultimately to reach Mount Hetep, meaning the Mountain of Peace.
Ptah wasn’t alone. He had the assistance of seven Khnemmu, helpful spirits. 7 little gnomes or dwarves, one might say. These little mining fellows assisted Ptah with all the excavation necessary to carve out a passage for Atum.
Atum only led the way, however, for his son Horus, otherwise known as the Iusa, the “Son who comes”. Under his moniker of Iu-em-Hetep he was the “Prince of Peace”. Whether he’s known as Iusa, Iusif, Jesus, Horus or anything else he was and always will be Sol, the great big “eye in the sky”.
Which is one variant of the “All-Seeing Eye”. There is literally nowhere on Earth to hide from the Eye. It sees all, night and day. It being “God” it then follows that it is absolutely truthful to say that “without God we would all be doomed”. Indeed, God goes about His business daily, brightening the lives of the faithful, putting food on the table, shining a light in the darkness. Through God all things are possible. God is Love or l’oeuf, The Egg. None can look directly in the face of God without severe consequence.
All of which just goes to say that regardless of the flavor of christianity or judaism or islam or buddhism etc. that we’re talking about, not a single one of them has ever, neverever, bothered to tell you the truth about… well about anything, really. I don’t see the RE-formation as anything other than a continuance of the time-honored strategy of divide et imperium, to divide and conquer. Whether one needs an intercessor betwixt themselves and God becomes completely irrelevant when one understands that God is and always has been the Sun itself. Whether he’s known as Ra, Atum, Horus, Iusa, Iahu, Jehovah, Buddha/Ptah, Allah or any other moniker.
Which brings us right back around to the Word, and the absolute supremacy of Air magic. Long before the Bible was even a gleam in a Semite’s eye “The Word” was Egyptian as Taht, the god responsible for the gift of speech to humanity. One meaning of “tat” in Egyptian is “that which divides”, hence your teeth are named from Taht as that which divides when you speak. The word thought is from Taht, whom the Greeks named Thoth. Death/Tod is Taht, that which divides those living in the Earth of Time from those in the Earth of Eternity. Da-ath, the supposed Kabbalistic “all” from which the ten Sephiroth are derived is Taht. I could go on all day.
The word “spell” originally meant “to speak”. As a “Proto-Indo European” if you were speaking you were, for all intents and purposes, casting a spell. To speak is an act of Creation. Not a single work of man exists but that existed first as Taht, a thought. Before the first wheel was carved it existed in the Mind as a Thought. Before a single soldier or Sol-Dier fires a single bullet he requires a Word, which is to say the order to shoot. His only Thought is Obedience. To do otherwise is un-Thothable, as he has willingly enslaved himself to the Air magic of another whom he deems his “superior”. They have but to speak or cast a spell and he obeys, like a Golem who can do naught but that which is written in his head.

Vaska
Vaska
Nov 1, 2017 6:52 PM
Reply to  Joki

The etymology of “death” has nothing to do with any ancient Egyptian deities:
https://www.etymonline.com/word/Death

Peter
Peter
Nov 1, 2017 3:34 PM

My faith in reason and empiricism is unwavering, for now.
History predicts the future: it will be the same, only more so. (Plus ça change, etc.)

Paul Carline
Paul Carline
Oct 31, 2017 3:13 PM

“In the beginning was the Word” should not be taken prosaically. “The Word” does not refer here to an element of human speech or writing. In the original Greek it was “logos”, which, as Britannica points out, refers to “the divine reason implicit in the cosmos, ordering it and giving it form and meaning … In the first chapter of The Gospel According to John, Jesus Christ is identified as “the Word” incarnated … “.
Another website adds this comment: “The word logos … is a word with a very interesting history in ancient theological writings. It is translated “Word” in English versions, but this translation does not express everything that the term would have suggested to ancient readers”.
In thinking about the Reformation, it might be apposite to consider what might have been lost, as well as what was gained.

writerroddis
writerroddis
Nov 1, 2017 7:48 PM
Reply to  Paul Carline

I’m making two separate contrasts in that aside, Paul: between believers who hold that God created the world, and non believers who don’t,; and between epistemological idealists (i.e. I interpret “the word” as “the idea”) and epistemological materialists. While few materialists would be believers, many idealists are atheists. It’s very much a tangential point though.
I’m intrigued by your final sentence. Care to say more?

writerroddis
writerroddis
Nov 1, 2017 7:51 PM
Reply to  writerroddis

Oops – I’m missing the most important point of all about that remark: which is that “.. and the word was with God ..” was deeply subversive because the Reformers took it to mean that all anyone needed was to become acquainted with the word, and thereby be with God – no need for popes or bishops!

bevin
bevin
Nov 2, 2017 4:05 PM
Reply to  Paul Carline

“In thinking about the Reformation, it might be apposite to consider what might have been lost, as well as what was gained..”
No better place to start than with William Cobbett’s re-evaluation of the Protestant Reformation.
All of Cobbett is about considering what the price of ‘progress’ consists of: the Reformation, the Industrial and Agrarian “revolutions’ , the Enlightenment itself and, of course the political ‘revolutions’ in America and France.
To Cobbett the meaning of the reformation was obvious- about one third of all the fertile land in England was taken from the Church and privatised. The rest, which was in the hands of the cultivators, followed.

Thom Prentice
Thom Prentice
Oct 31, 2017 2:30 PM

Excellent. A very good read.