I am writing to all the Churches and I enjoin all, that I am dying willingly for God’s sake, if only you do not prevent it. I beg you, do not do me an untimely kindness. Allow me to be eaten by the beasts, which are my way of reaching to God. I am God’s wheat, and I am to be ground by the teeth of wild beasts, so that I may become the pure bread of Christ.
As I reflected on his words, I wondered how he could be so calm in the face of his pending death (and being a meal for lions, one that definitely would not be peaceful). I would expect most, including me, would want to run in the opposite direction. I pondered this for a number of days – how did the early Christians and many now be so brave in their faith. How does one keep “the faith?” As so often happens to me, I heard my answers in the words of Christian songs. I could imagine St. Ignatius saying the words of Chris Tomlin.
Whom shall I fear?
I know Who goes before me
I know Who stands behind
The God of angel armies
Is always by my side
and those from the Building 429 song, “We Won’t Be Shaken”:
. . . But I know that You go with me so I will never fear
I will trust in You
Whatever will come our way
Through fire or pouring rain
We won’t be shaken
No, we won’t be shaken
. . . Then You look at this prisoner and say to me “son
Stop fighting a fight it’s already been won”
I am redeemed, You set me free
So I’ll shake off these heavy chains
Wipe away every stain, now I’m not who I used to be
I am redeemed, I’m redeemed
I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left.
Let me see redemption win.
Let me know the struggle ends.
That You can mend a heart that frail and torn
I want to know that a song can rise from the ashes of a broken life.
And all that‘s dead inside can be reborn.