I’ve been following “Epic: A Journey through Church history,” as part of a Bible study course at my parish. Quite an eye-opener I must say. I’m learning about the difficult and painful path our Church fathers had to follow in order to keep the Church alive; how much it was asked of them for the sake of the Church and their faith; the unspeakable torments they had to endure in those early days.
I can’t help but wonder what drives a human being to inflict such torture on another–what deviant minds can fashion such horrific modes of punishment (is it the Devil at work there perhaps?)?
Would I be that brave and strong to endure all that our martyrs and saints endured for their faith? I try to put myself in that situation and cannot help but come up short of those expectations. No; I know for a fact that I would not have been strong enough to withstand such tortures; I probably would’ve given in; renounced my faith, done whatever it took to save my hide (or that or my loved ones). An eye-opener indeed! What a weakling I’d be. And how humbling the realization.
I marvel at the privilege of living at a time (and place) where my faith won’t get me killed–at least not here (at least not now).