John the Liminal and Luminous Baptist

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We celebrate the birthdays of three ‘saints’ in our Liturgy: Christ, the Son of God; His Mother, the Virgin Mary; and, today, Saint John, called ‘the Baptist’, to whom was given the role as the last, greatest and clearest of the Prophets of the Messiah: Behold, the Lamb of God! As the most liminal of saints, John signifies the bridge between the Old and the New Testament, the most momentous in history, after the crossing of which nothing was, is nor will be ever the same again. Behold, I make all things new. Since then, we have been in the ‘last days’, ushering in that great eschatological fulfilment, of which our temporal lives – indeed all of history – are but a prelude.

And speaking of days, it is fitting that we celebrate the Precursor just after the summer solstice, as the get incrementally shorter. As he put it, I must decrease, and He must increase. So it will be until the shortest day of the year, just before Christmas, when another and greater birth is celebrated, and the daylight begins to increase again. As Josef Ratzinger explains in his Spirit of the Liturgy, the liturgical cycle really is cosmological, for all His creatures, Sun and Moon, stars and planets, praise Him.

While on greater than I, here is Saint Augustine from today’s Office of Readings:

John, it seems, has been inserted as a kind of boundary between the two Testaments, the Old and the New. That he is somehow or other a boundary is something that the Lord himself indicates when he says, The Law and the prophets were until John. So he represents the old and heralds the new…

Zachary is struck dumb and loses his voice, until John, the Lord’s forerunner, is born and releases his voice for him. What does Zachary’s silence mean, but that prophecy was obscure and, before the proclamation of Christ, somehow concealed and shut up? It is released and opened up by his arrival, it becomes clear when the one who was being prophesied is about to come.

This is also the official patronal feast day of Quebec, which in the current secular milieu infecting the once-Catholic province now goes by the name of Fete Nationale. Having just banned all ‘religious symbols’ for public employees – from crosses to hijabs – one may wonder where la belle province is headed. We may take some comfort in the historical Catholicism, still so evident in the churches, street and town names, monuments, side-road crosses and shrines. What was may yet be again, we may hope, at least with the supernatural virtue by that name, which – as we hear of Justin Trudeau cavorting with Gay Pride, emotively declaring ‘we are all allies!’, everybody and their granny coasting along the insidious rainbow – is about all we have left in these times. But, along with faith and charity, it is more than enough. For the darkness does not win out in the end, even if in the interim, we are all like voices crying out in the wilderness.

Saint Jean Baptiste, priez pour nous!