Today is the feast of Saint Paul Miki and Companion martyrs, put to death by crucifixion on February 5, 1597 at Nagasaki, Japan, whose example offers a healthy antidote to the rather darker and, to be quite honest, more depressing, meanderings and musings of the sad and tragic apostasy in the Shusaku Endo’s novel Silence. The Office of Readings is a powerful contemporary testimony to their glorious martyrdom, as the Franciscan priests, brothers and their lay associates prayed, sang and forgave their executioners, as they hung from their crosses, in their ironically joyful imitation of their Lord. Father Paul Miki preached his last sermon from his cross, saying:
As I come to this supreme moment of my life, I am sure none of you would suppose I want to deceive you. And so I tell you plainly: there is no way to be saved except the Christian way. My religion teaches me to pardon my enemies and all who have offended me. I do gladly pardon the Emperor and all who have sought my death. I beg them to seek baptism and be Christians themselves.”
And, as the account concludes:
Others kept repeating “Jesus, Mary!” Their faces were serene. Some of them even took to urging the people standing by to live worthy Christian lives. In these and other ways they showed their readiness to die.
Then, according to Japanese custom, the four executioners began to unsheathe their spears. At this dreadful sight, all the Christians cried out, “Jesus, Mary!” And the storm of anguished weeping then rose to batter the very skies. The executioners killed them one by one. One thrust of the spear, then a second blow. It was over in a very short time.
In a providential connection the depths of which only the good God knows, Nagasaki, the most Christian region in Japan, was also chosen (as a secondary target, the primary one having too much cloud cover) for the dropping of the second atomic bomb on Japan by the Americans in August of 1945. Whatever the exigencies of war, as I wrote, one cannot escape the evil of that action, which destroyed thousands of innocent lives – women, children, including the unborn, the sick, the elderly – in an instantaneous fireball, to say nothing of all those lingering in a living death from radiation burns and poisoning. One may not do moral evil, regardless of how much good may come or how much evil may be avoided.
The martyrs knew this, that they were gaining a far greater reward than their earthly lives. Their pagan executioners thought in some way they were preserving their own Shinto and Buddhist faith – ultimately a religion of despair, as Chesterton so vividly wrote – and their own national cohesion; but, in the demonic tortures they imposed, their flailing against the truth and the light, we might ask, at some level they knew something as wrong, and that the martyrs had something far more right.
Curiously, or miraculously, as one’s a priori suppositions lean, the eight Jesuits stationed in Nagasaki in 1945, although only eight blocks from ground zero, not only survived the blast, but received no ill-effects from the radiation and lived to a ripe old age, as religious often do. The same goes for the Franciscan house nearby the Jesuits. As mentioned, wonders really do never cease, and there are no accidents in God’s providential design.
May the martyrs pray for us, that in this age of falsity and lies, all may be open to the Truth.