Today
is the Feast of St Peter, or of Saints Peter and Paul.
Outside
the colony town of Caesarea Philippi there is an enormous cave, held throughout
the Greco-Roman world to be one of the entrances to the underworld. The stories
of what went on here—allegedly involving sexual acts performed with goats in
honour of Pan—would make a feisty fisherman blush. But this is the location
Jesus chose to take his disciples—don’t believe everything you hear, boys—to ask
them who, exactly, they thought he was. Who would be so brazen?
And
there, standing in front of the gate of Hades, Jesus declared:
‘…
I tell you, you are Peter [Petros],
and on this rock [petra] I will build
my church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it …’
Matthew 16:18
Fast-forward
several years to the anniversary of Jesus’ death and resurrection:
‘About
that time King Herod laid violent hands upon some who belonged to the church. He
had James, the brother of John, killed with the sword. After he saw that it
pleased the Jews, he proceeded to arrest Peter also. (This was during the
festival of Unleavened Bread.) When he had seized him, he put him in prison and
handed him over to four squads of soldiers to guard him, intending to bring him
out to the people after the Passover. While Peter was kept in prison, the
church prayed fervently to God for him.
‘The
very night before Herod was going to bring him out, Peter, bound with two
chains, was sleeping between two soldiers, while guards in front of the door
were keeping watch over the prison. Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared and
a light shone in the cell. He tapped Peter on the side and woke him, saying, “Get
up quickly.” And the chains fell off his wrists. The angel said to him, “Fasten
your belt and put on your sandals.” He did so. Then he said to him, “Wrap your
cloak around you and follow me.” Peter went out and followed him; he did not
realize that what was happening with the angel’s help was real; he thought he
was seeing a vision. After they had passed the first and the second guard, they came before the iron gate leading into
the city. It opened for them of its own accord, and they went outside and
walked along a lane, when suddenly the angel left him. Then Peter came to
himself and said, “Now I am sure that the Lord has sent his angel and rescued
me from the hands of Herod and from all that the Jewish people were expecting.”’
Acts
12:1-11 (italics added)
According
to the gospel, the world in which we live is passing away, and a new world is
being brought to birth even as it does so. A passing out from death into life.
The kingdom of heaven colonising this world, even as the Greek and Roman
Empires had colonised it—except that this kingdom would have no end.
The
gates of Hades represent the power and authority—the ultimate end—of the powers
of this passing world. They might look impressive, but they are a shadow
existence, lacking the substance of life in its fullness.
The
gates of Hades stand for the prison gates behind which Herod, a puppet monarch
installed and propped-up by the Romans, attempted to hold Peter captive.
But
Jesus had promised that the gates would not prevail. The church prays
fervently, and the gates swing open, apparently of their own accord.
Fast-forward
again, to today. As I read these passages, a friend of mine comes before a
magistrate who will hear his appeal to be granted leave to remain, permission
to stay in this country, to work and make a new life here because it is not
safe for him, as a known and active member of the church that Jesus has been
building, to be sent back to Iran.
My
friend finds himself at the gates of Hades, on the inside. His life as an
asylum-seeker is a shadow existence, caught in limbo.
Today,
the church is praying fervently to God for him.
This
story is our story.