St. Athanasius and Times, 4th Century
This is the story about(c. 296–298 – 2 May 373), also called Athanasius the Great or Athanasius the Confessor, was the 20th bishop of Alexandria, Egypt, then a part of Roman Empire (as Athanasius I).
His episcopate lasted 45 years (c. 8 June 328 – 2 May 373), of which over 17 were spent in five exiles ordered by four different Roman emperors.
Athanasius is a renowned Christian theologian, a Church Father, the chief defender ofagainst , and a noted Egyptian leader of the .
In 325, at the age of 27, Athanasius began his leading role against the Arians as his bishop's assistant during the:
Roman emperor Constantine the Great had convened the council in May–August 325 to address the position of(256-336, from Libya) and his followers that the Son of God, Jesus of Nazareth, is not Himself a God, but a created being, although very close to God and morally perfect.
The most Christian bishops however upheld the position that Jesus Christ is the true Son of God, of the same substance as God and has been an, which has been together with God Father since times eternal and denying that would be a great blasphemy towards God and Christian religion.
The Roman Emperor27 February c. 272 – 22 May 337) – was the very first Emperor who assumed Christian faith to fight against his enemies:
Before of Constantine Romans had their own Roman Religion, often called Paganism by Christians; and Christians were then a small, marginal, persecuted sect. But now on, with Constantine, times were changed and he issued new laws to banish all who didn’t follow the official Christian Creed.
Three years after that Council of Nicaea, Athanasius succeeded his mentor as archbishop of Alexandria.
Conflict with Arius and Arianism as well as successive Roman emperors shaped Athanasius's career.
In addition to the conflict with the Arians (including powerful and influential Arian churchmen led by Eusebius of Nicomedia), he struggled against the Emperors Constantine, Constantius II, Julian the Apostate and Valens.
What follows next is the full life story of Saint Athanasius of Alexandria in 11 chapters:
1. A Foreshadowing
THE Patriarch of Alexandria, Egypt was expecting company. He stood at the window of his palace looking down the long road, that at the first sign of his guests' arrival he might go forth and welcome them.
Before him, like a white pearl in the blue waters of the Mediterranean, lay the city of Alexandria—“the beautiful,” as men loved to call it.
Across the harbour the marble tower of the great lighthouse soared up into the clear Eastern sky, white as the white cliffs of the Island of Pharos from which it sprang. It was noonday, and the sunshine lay like a veil of gold over all.
The Patriarch's thoughts were wandering in the past:
He had been celebrating the anniversary of his holy predecessor Peter, the previous Bishop, who had won the crown of martyrdom during the terrible persecution of the Christians not so many years before. Several of the clergy present had come from afar to assist at the festival, and these were to be his expected guests.
The time of suffering was past and over, and yet it seemed to Alexander as if it had all happened yesterday and might happen again tomorrow.
There stood the great palace of the Caesars, where the pagan emperor had sat in judgment upon the lambs of Christ's flock;
there the famous temple of Serapis, where the Christians had been dragged to offer incense to the gods; there the amphitheatre where they had been torn to pieces by beasts and slain with the sword for confessing the Name of Christ.
And all through those dark days, firm and steadfast as the lighthouse on the cliffs of Pharos, had stood the Patriarch Peter, a tower of strength and comfort to his persecuted children.
A hundred Bishops and more had looked to him as their head, for the See of Alexandria in the East was second only to that of Rome in the West, and the burden of responsibility was heavy.
But, thanks to the example of its chief, the Church in Egypt had borne the trial bravely, and if some had quailed before the torture and the rack and had fallen away, by far the greater number had been true.
Even the unheroic souls, who had loved their lives better than their God, had not been lost beyond hope, for they had come back during the lulls in the storm, begging to be absolved from their sin.
And Peter, mindful of his Master's words that he should not quench the smoking flax nor break the bruised reed, received them back, after they had done penance, into the fold of Christ with mercy and compassion.
There were some who had not scrupled to protest against such mercy:
“Were these apostates,” cried Meletius, Bishop of Lykopolis, “to be made equal to those who had borne the burden and the heat of the day?”
And he had rebelled against the decision of the Patriarch and made a schism in the Church.
Even the martyrdom of the holy Peter had not brought him back to his allegiance: the Meletians were rebels still, to the crying scandal of Christians and pagans alike.
They were a hard people to govern, these Alexandrians—subtle, passionate and unstable, ready to follow any preacher of novelties. Alexander half envied Peter his martyr's crown as he stood musing over the past.
What was delaying his guests? - He wondered, as he looked down the long road, where there was as yet no sign of them.
On the shore, at a little distance, a group of boys were playing, their bare legs and white tunics flashing hither and thither as they ran.
One of them, a tall slim lad, whose aureole of ruddy hair seemed to catch every wandering sunbeam, was evidently directing the game, for all seemed to look to him for orders:
“A leader of men,” smiled the Patriarch to himself, as a vigorous wave of the boy's hand brought all his companions round him.
They were building some kind of a platform now, on to which he of the ruddy locks was promptly hoisted, while the others appeared to be forming a procession.
“A church ceremony,” murmured the Patriarch to himself, remembering his own boyhood days.
Presently a little boy advanced solemnly and presented some kind of a vessel to the youthful bishop, who, with a magnificent gesture, beckoned to the procession to approach. Then, as the foremost boy advanced and knelt at his feet, he raised the vessel and poured some of its contents over his head.
“The baptism of the catechumens!” exclaimed the Patriarch; “but this looks a good deal too much like earnest!”
Hastily calling a servant, he bade him go down to the shore and bring up the band of boys who were playing there.
Summoned thus hastily to appear before authority, they approached with some uneasiness, and there was a certain amount of scuffling among them
which resulted in the appearance of the would−be bishop in the forefront of the group—and where should a bishop be if not at the head of his flock?
“What were you doing down there on the shore?” asked the Patriarch.
The boy's clear eyes looked at him with interest, but without a vestige of fear.
“We were playing,” he said. “It was the baptism of the catechumens. I was the bishop and they”—pointing to his companions—were the catechumens.”
“Are you a Christian?” asked Alexander.
“Yes,” answered the boy proudly.
“What did you do?”
“I poured the water on them and said the words.”
The boy repeated the formula in perfect Greek.
“Did you pour the water as you said the words?”
The Patriarch's face was troubled.
“It is a dangerous game to play at,” he said. “What would you say if I told you that you had really baptized them?”
The boy looked at him in amazement.
“But I am not a bishop,” he said.
The Patriarch could not help smiling.
“Although the bishop usually does baptize the catechumens,” he said, “it is not necessary that it should be a bishop, not even necessary that it should be a priest.”
The boy−bishop looked grave, his companions frightened, the Patriarch thoughtful.
“What is your name?” he asked suddenly, laying his hand on the ruddy locks.
“ ,” answered the boy.
“What would you like to be?” he asked.
“A priest,” was the prompt answer.
“A bishop perhaps?” asked Alexander with a smile; “you think it is an easy and a glorious life?”
The boy's eyes looked straight into the Patriarch's.
“The blessed Peter was a martyr,” he answered.
“You need much learning to be a priest.”
“I love learning,” said the boy.
Alexander noted the broad, intelligent brow, the keen eyes and the clear−cut face before him. His heart went out to this frank and fearless lad who loved the martyrs.
“Come to me this evening, and we will talk of this,” he said, for his guests were at last to be seen approaching, and his duty lay with them.
That evening the boy and the Patriarch had much to say to each other as they walked under the palm trees in the garden of the episcopal palace:
Alexander learned how Athanasius had been brought up in the Christian Faith under the shadow of the great persecution, among those who counted it the highest honour to shed their blood for Christ.
He had been well taught in the famous Greek schools of Alexandria and was full of enthusiasm for the great Greek philosophers and poets.
Strong of will, noble of heart and keen of intellect, the boy was born to something great—of that the Patriarch felt assured. The Church had need of such men in these troublesome times, when the dangers of heresy had succeeded to those of persecution.
Alexander at once resolved to take Athanasius into his household and to bring him up as his own son, an inspiration for which he was often to thank God in the years to come.
The boy soon grew to love the gentle and holy Patriarch, who could act with such strength and decision when it was needful for the good of the Church.
He was constantly in touch with men of every rank and country, for Alexandria was a city where people of all nations and of all creeds met:
Pagans, Jews and Christians lived side by side in their various quarters; there even existed a set of philosophers who tried to make a religion for themselves out of an amalgamation of several others.
was still very young when he began to act as secretary to the Patriarch, accompanying him on all his journeys throughout his vast diocese;
and he himself tells us how he stayed for a time among the monks in the desert of Egypt and how his young soul was set on fire by the holiness of their lives.
Neither science nor logic nor philosophy offered any difficulty to the brilliant young scholar, whose knowledge of Scripture and of theology was to astonish the men of his time.
Alexander himself as he grew older leaned more and more on Athanasius, consulting him, young as he was, on the most important matters.
So, the years rolled on, and the boy grew into manhood, “gentle and strong,” as we are told by one who knew him, “high in prowess, humble in spirit, full of sympathy, angelic in mind and face.”
That he would make his mark on the world of his time, few who knew him doubted;
but of the dauntless soldier - spirit that slumbered behind that gentle mien, of the steadfast will that no human power could shake, they knew but little. God's moment had not yet come.