In Hoc Anno Domini

When Saul of Tarsus set out on his journey to Damascus the whole of the known world lay in bondage. There was one state, and it was Rome. There was one master for it all, and he was Tiberius Caesar.

Everywhere there was civil order, for the arm of the Roman law was long. Everywhere there was stability, in government and in society, for the centurions saw that it was so.

But everywhere there was something else, too. There was oppression—for those who were not the friends of Tiberius Caesar. There was the tax gatherer to take the grain from the fields and the flax from the spindle to feed the legions or to fill the hungry treasury from which divine Caesar gave largess to the people. There was the impressor to find recruits for the circuses. There were executioners to quiet those whom the Emperor proscribed. What was a man for but to serve Caesar?

There was the persecution of men who dared think differently, who heard strange voices or read strange manuscripts. There was enslavement of men whose tribes came not from Rome, disdain for those who did not have the familiar visage. And most of all, there was everywhere a contempt for human life. What, to the strong, was one man more or less in a crowded world?

Then, of a sudden, there was a light in the world, and a man from Galilee saying, “Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s and unto God the things that are God’s.”

And the voice from Galilee, which would defy Caesar, offered a new Kingdom in which each man could walk upright and bow to none but his God. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto Me.” And He sent this gospel of the Kingdom of Man into the uttermost ends of the earth.

So the light came into the world and the men who lived in darkness were afraid, and they tried to lower a curtain so that man would still believe salvation lay with the leaders.

But it came to pass for a while in divers places that the truth did set man free, although the men of darkness were offended and they tried to put out the light. The voice said, “Haste ye. Walk while you have the light, lest darkness come upon you, for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.”

Along the road to Damascus the light shone brightly. But afterward Paul of Tarsus, too, was sore afraid. He feared that other Caesars, other prophets, might one day persuade men that man was nothing save a servant unto them,  that men might yield up their birthright from God for pottage and walk no more in freedom.

Then might it come to pass that darkness would settle again over the lands and there would be a burning of books and men would think only of what they should eat and what they should wear, and would give heed only to new Caesars and to false prophets. Then might it come to pass that men would not look upward to see even a winter’s star in the East, and once more, there would be no light at all in the darkness.

And so Paul, the apostle of the Son of Man, spoke to his brethren, the Galatians, the words he would have us remember afterward in each of the years of his Lord:

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ has made us free and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

[This editorial was written by Vermont Royster in 1949 and is published yearly at Christmas in the Wall Street Journal.]

 

Dancing at Dawn

I woke up at dawn, next to a small rural road in northeast Texas. It was my birthday; I was 21 years old now. I’d slept well overnight, just laying on a grassy patch I found. No snakes or scorpions or other varmints had bothered me.

The day before I’d tried to hitchhike from near the Oklahoma border, back down to Austin to start university again for the fall. The rides were few on the meandering back road I took and so I had to sleep under the stars. There had been big thunderstorms not far off so I stayed up late, watching the lightning show as the storms slowly moved further south from me, into the night.

But the thing I remember most to this day is the incredible peace and joy I had that early morning. I’ve written in articles like  “Lucifer and the white moths” and “Going to Hell”, about  the soul-shattering “near death experience” I’d had in Austin 5 weeks before this morning along the side of the road. My near death experience remains the pinnacle experience of my life because, through that decent into hell, I experienced the reality of both God and His enemy, Lucifer

Through it all, I’d come away with such a “change” (that’s a weak word for it) that I was just recreated in my innermost being. So there at dawn, the Beatles’ song “You’re having a birthday” roared through my mind. And an emotion that was so utterly foreign to me until just the last few weeks seized my heart. It was astounding joy.

So on the side of the road I got up and just started dancing there by myself, filled with a happiness and elation that I recognized very much right then was just so unlike anything I’d ever thought or felt in the years before my near death experience a few weeks before.

Afterwards I ate a sandwich I’d brought in my backpack, got back out on the road and was able to hitch-hike back across another 200 miles, back to Austin. But the whole experience came to me this morning of how almost other-worldly that was and what a transformation I’d gone through.

Was I a Christian? That’s the funny thing. I had not been raised in a Christian family and at that time, I was still searching to try to find out who Jesus was. I could tell He was really important. I’d gotten my grandmother’s Bible that my parents had kept and I was daily reading through it, although I didn’t get a lot out of it.

This was the period in my life when I was wondering if I should start sacrificing chickens. Well, you laugh but it looked to me like it was right there in the Scriptures I was reading. So I was really coming out of a kind of ignorance and darkness concerning the things of the Lord. But now I’d come to vehemently believed in the God of Abraham; I also now knew only too well the enemy of God who’d tried to come and claim my soul. But I just didn’t know who Jesus was. It was still a few months more before I meet some dear teenage “Jesus People” who showed me plainly who Jesus was and is. And they led me to receive the Lord.

This morning these memories came back to me and I remembered dancing at dawn on the side of a road, just so very happy to be alive and to know the power of God’s deliverance and love. It reminds me of the verses, “God has delivered us from the power of darkness, and has translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son.” (Colossians 1:13) “Because the creature itself shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.” (Romans 8:21)