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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Golden Spear

The story of Phinehas the grandson of Aaron is chilling.  In Psalm 106:30 we are told that “Phinehas stood up and intervened, and the plague was stayed.”  How Phinehas intervened is another matter.  In Numbers 25:6-8 an Israelite named Zimri, the son of a Simeonite chieftain takes a Midianite women into the family tent to lie with her in full view of the congregation which is weeping in repentance over God’s judgment on them in the matter of the adulterous Baal of Peor.  The tale of the intervention by Phinehas is bloodthirsty,


When Phinehas the son of Eleazar, son of Aaron the priest, saw it, he rose and left the congregation and took a spear in his hand  and went after the man of Israel into the chamber and pierced both of them, the man of Israel and the woman through her belly.” 

There are times in life when there can be no equivocation, but only firm action, uncomfortable or not.

On the other side of the coin is the account of Theresa of Avila who has an unusual vision of an angel with a beautiful face, so beautiful that his face seemed aflame.  She says:

“I saw in his hands a large golden spear and at the end of the iron tip there appeared to be a little fire.  It seemed to me this angel plunged the spear several times into my heart and that it reached deep with me.  When he drew it out, I thought he was carrying off with him the deepest part of me; and he left me all on fire with great love of God.  The pain was so great it made me moan, and the sweetness this greatest pain caused me was so superabundant that there is no desire capable of taking it away; nor is the soul content with less than God.[1]  p. 252

There is a stark contrast between the two spears, one a spear of divine judgment, the other a spear of divine love, yet they are one spear.  Divine Love pierces the soul putting to death all that is deathly within us, and at the same time Divine Love pierces us with unimaginable love, a love so sharp and incisive that it reaches deep within us leaving us transfixed with a divine sweetness.

The twofold nature of the spear draws its power from the act of divine redemption when the Christ is wounded for our transgressions and pierced for our iniquities.  Upon the Christ is the chastisement that brings us peace.  On that fateful day, the soldiers come to the three crucified men, break the legs of the first, then of the second.  Then coming to Jesus they see that he is already dead.  Then one of the Roman soldiers, (Mallory tells us that his name is Longius) takes his spear and pierces the side of Jesus, at once there comes out blood and water. 

Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Blood of Christ, inebriate me.
Water from the side of Christ, wash me.

John who is a witness reports this, he knows that it is true, and he tells us that we might believe.

The Spear of Longius, along with the Holy Grail, is transported to ancient Britain by Joseph of Arimathea and the spear is placed on a golden table with silver legs in a richly appointed room of the castle of King Pellam.  King Pellam’s brother, the evil knight Garlon rides invisibly with the thunder of unseen hooves; his invisible lance thrusts his victim through the body, occasionally leaving behind the broken truncheon, now visible, piercing the body, as the traitor knight Garlon rides off to seek another victim.  Balin at the feast in the castle recognizes Garlon, who is arrogant and insulting, and slays him cleaving his head from his body. 

King Pellam seeking vengeance catches up a grim weapon and smites eagerly at Balin.  Balin blocks the stroke with his sword which shatters leaving Balin weaponless.  He runs from room to room through the castle seeking a weapon with the murderous Pellam close behind.  At last he enters a richly appointed chamber wherein he finds a golden table with silver legs, and upon the table a wondrous spear marvellously wrought, not knowing that this is the spear of Longius with which the Christ was pierced.  Taking up the spear Balin strikes King Pellam with the Dolorous Stroke.  King Pellam falls down in a swoon, and the castle roof and walls break and fall around them.  King Pellam, a kin of Joseph of Arimathea, lies many years sore wounded until Galahad comes to heal him. Balin is rescued from the ruin by Merlin and departs travelling through a ruined land where many are slain as a result of that dolorous stroke.  He has caused great doom but vengeance will fall on him at last.

There is justice in the story.  Balin’s execution of Garlon is both heroic and correct, he did what a worthy knight ought to do.  King Pellam’s wrath is understandable but it is untempered by the knowledge of his brother’s murderous deeds, and in wrath he pursues a weaponless man in order to kill him.  Balin is right to defend himself, and he is right to smite King Pellam.  The problem lies in the handling of the spear of Longius with which the heart of the Christ is pierced.  There is ultimately no excuse for the misuse of holy things, witting or unwitting.  Balin himself is a man of wrath destined to kill his own brother who in the same encounter slays Balin.  Right, or not, his hot temper and internal violence leave him vulnerable and his just slaying of Garlon in a fit of temper opens the gateway leading to an act of unwitting sacrilege.

Under all of these stories of the Golden Spear, is the spear that wounds the heart of St. Theresa of Avila, and the hearts of all those who will be both reverent and tender before our Lord, Jesus, whose heart was pierced that we might enter in.


[1] The Collected Works of St. Teresa of Avila, Vol. One, The Book of Her Life, (Washington: ICS Publications) 1987, p. 252

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