I’ve been married all of 6 months now. So as you can imagine I was ring shopping not too long ago. Any jeweler worth his own salt will always have the best background to accentuate his product. A beautiful diamond is beautiful no matter the context, don’t get me wrong. But black velvet and the right lighting sure do make it shine all the more.
The Divine Romance of the Bible is a precious, precious diamond… I believe that the more I read, listen, speak, and write about it the more I’m all together changed by it. God is not only my Master, Creator, Lord, and Savior (praise God that He is). He is also my Husband (Isa. 54:5). This surely is a wonderful fact, truth, and theme across the entirety of Scripture. But what makes the Divine Romance shine all the more brilliantly is the black background it is set against.
The “blackground” of the Divine Romance of course is the Old Testament. God gave the children of Israel the law, and it exposed how sinful and utterly depraved His people were. The Jews were brought so low that mothers ate their own children (Lam. 2:20)… I don’t know if there is a darker point human life. What depths of despair must a woman experience to be brought to eating her own children? If this doesn’t illuminate man’s real inward situation and clearly show his need for a Savior, I don’t know what does. However, this is only the Biblical/Jewish side of history. What was happening on the Gentile side of things in order to prepare them for the coming of Christ, the preaching of His gospel, and their imminent salvation?
The following excerpt is from Philip Schaff’s “History of the Christian Church.” His 8-volume masterpiece is a classic as far as church histories go. I recently read this section entitled Moral Corruption of the Roman Empire and absolutely loved it. I was riveted and gripped by nearly every line. I know this post is longer than usual. I know that many of you may not read its entirety. But those of you who do will surely be filled with appreciation for the Divine Romance you are in. Here Schaff masterfully portrays the black background in heathendom at the time of Christ’s incarnation, unlike I was ever aware. This is the “black velvet” upon which the “diamond” gloriously shines.
When Christianity took firm foothold on earth, the pagan civilization and the Roman empire had reached their zenith. The reign of Augustus was the golden age of Roman literature; his successors added Britain and Dacia to the conquests of the Republic; internal organization was perfected by Trajan and the Antonines. The fairest countries of Europe, and a considerable part of Asia and Africa stood under one imperial government with republican forms, and enjoyed a well-ordered jurisdiction. Piracy on the seas was abolished; life and property were secure. Military roads, canals, and the Mediterranean Sea facilitated commerce and travel; agriculture was improved, and all branches of industry flourished. Temples, theatres, aqueducts, public baths, and magnificent buildings of every kind adorned the great cities; institutions of learning disseminated culture; two languages with a classic literature were current in the empire, the Greek in the East, the Latin in the West; the book trade, with the manufacture of paper, was a craft of no small importance, and a library belonged to every respectable house. The book stores and public libraries were in the most lively streets of Rome, and resorted to by literary people. Hundreds of slaves were employed as scribes, who wrote simultaneously at the dictation of one author or reader, and multiplied copies almost as fast as the modern printing press. The excavations of Pompeii and Herculaneum reveal a high degree of convenience and taste in domestic life even in provincial towns; and no one can look without amazement at the sublime and eloquent ruins of Rome, the palaces of the Caesars, the Mausoleum of Hadrian, the Baths of Caracalla, the Aqueducts, the triumphal arches and columns, above all the Colosseum, built by Vespasian, to a height of one hundred and fifty feet, and for more than eighty thousand spectators. The period of eighty-four years from the accession of Nerva to the death of Marcus Aurelius has been pronounced by high authority “the most happy and prosperous period in the history of the world.”
But this is only a surface view. The inside did not correspond to the outside. Even under the Antonines the majority of men groaned under the yoke of slavery or poverty; gladiatorial shows brutalized the people; fierce wars were raging on the borders of the empire; and the most virtuous and peaceful of subjects—the Christians—had no rights, and were liable at any moment to be thrown before wild beasts, for no other reason than the profession of their religion. The age of the full bloom of the Graeco-Roman power was also the beginning of its decline. This imposing show concealed incurable moral putridity and indescribable wretchedness. The colossal piles of architecture owed their erection to the bloody sweat of innumerable slaves, who were treated no better than so many beasts of burden; on the Flavian amphitheatre alone toiled twelve thousand Jewish prisoners of war; and it was built to gratify the cruel taste of the people for the slaughter of wild animals and human beings made in the image of God. The influx of wealth from conquered nations diffused the most extravagant luxury, which collected for a single meal peacocks from Samos, pike from Pessinus, oysters from Tarentum, dates from Egypt, nuts from Spain, in short the rarest dishes from all parts of the world, and resorted to emetics to stimulate appetite and to lighten the stomach. “They eat,” says Seneca, “and then they vomit; they vomit, and then they eat.” Apicius, who lived under Tiberius, dissolved pearls in the wine he drank, squandered an enormous fortune on the pleasures of the table, and then committed suicide. He found imperial imitators in Vitellius and Heliogabalus (or Elaogabal). A special class of servants, the cosmetes, had charge of the dress, the smoothing of the wrinkles, the setting of the false teeth, the painting of the eye-brows, of wealthy patricians. Hand in hand with this luxury came the vices of natural and even unnatural sensuality, which decency forbids to name. Hopeless poverty stood in crying contrast with immense wealth; exhausted provinces, with revelling cities. Enormous taxes burdened the people, and misery was terribly increased by war, pestilence, and famine. The higher or ruling families were enervated, and were not strengthened or replenished by the lower. The free citizens lost physical and moral vigor, and sank to an inert mass. The third class was the huge body of slaves, who performed all kinds of mechanical labor, even the tilling of the soil, and in times of danger were ready to join the enemies of the empire. A proper middle class of industrious citizens, the only firm basis of a healthy community, cannot coëxist with slavery, which degrades free labor. The army, composed largely of the rudest citizens and of barbarians, was the strength of the nation, and gradually stamped the government with the character of military despotism. The virtues of patriotism, and of good faith in public intercourse, were extinct. The basest avarice, suspicion and envy, usuriousness and bribery, insolence and servility, everywhere prevailed.
The work of demoralizing the people was systematically organized and sanctioned from the highest places downwards. There were, it is true, some worthy emperors of old Roman energy and justice, among whom Trajan, Antoninus Pius, and Marcus Aurelius stand foremost; all honor to their memory. But the best they could do was to check the process of internal putrefaction, and to conceal the sores for a little while; they could not heal them. Most of the emperors were coarse military despots, and some of them monsters of wickedness. There is scarcely an age in the history of the world, in which so many and so hideous vices disgraced the throne, as in the period from Tiberius to Domitian, and from Commodus to Galerius. “The annals of the emperors,” says Gibbon, “exhibit a strong and various picture of human nature, which we should vainly seek among the mixed and doubtful characters of modern history. In the conduct of those monarchs we may trace the utmost lines of vice and virtue; the most exalted perfection and the meanest degeneracy of our own species.” “Never, probably,” says Canon Farrar, “was there any age or any place where the worst forms of wickedness were practised with a more unblushing effrontery than in the city of Rome under the government of the Caesars.” We may not even except the infamous period of the papal pornocracy, and the reign of Alexander Borgia, which were of short duration, and excited disgust and indignation throughout the church.
The Pagan historians of Rome have branded and immortalized the vices and crimes of the Caesars: the misanthropy, cruelty, and voluptuousness of Tiberius; the ferocious madness of Caius Caligula, who had men tortured, beheaded, or sawed in pieces for his amusement, who seriously meditated the butchery of the whole senate, raised his horse to the dignity of consul and priest, and crawled under the bed in a storm; the bottomless vileness of Nero, “the inventor of crime,” who poisoned or murdered his preceptors Burrhus and Seneca, his half-brother and brother-in-law Britannicus, his mother Agrippina, his wife Octavia, his mistress Poppaea, who in sheer wantonness set fire to Rome, and then burnt innocent Christians for it as torches in his gardens, figuring himself as charioteer in the infernal spectacle; the swinish gluttony of Vitellins, who consumed millions of money in mere eating; the refined wickedness of Domitian, who, more a cat than a tiger, amused himself most with the torments of the dying and with catching flies; the shameless revelry of Commodus with his hundreds of concubines, and ferocious passion for butchering men and beasts on the arena; the mad villainy of Heliogabalus, who raised the lowest men to the highest dignities, dressed himself in women’s clothes, married a dissolute boy like himself, in short, inverted all the laws of nature and of decency, until at last he was butchered with his mother by the soldiers, and thrown into the muddy Tiber. And to fill the measure of impiety and wickedness, such imperial monsters were received, after their death, by a formal decree of the Senate, into the number of divinities and their abandoned memory was celebrated by festivals, temples, and colleges of priests! The emperor, in the language of Gibbon, was at once “a priest, an atheist, and a god.” Some added to it the dignity of amateur actor and gladiator on the stage. Domitian, even in his lifetime, caused himself to be called “Dominus et Deus noster,” and whole herds of animals to be sacrificed to his gold and silver statues. It is impossible to imagine a greater public and official mockery of all religion.
The wives and mistresses of the emperors were not much better. They revelled in luxury and vice, swept through the streets in chariots drawn by silver-shod mules, wasted fortunes on a single dress, delighted in wicked intrigues, aided their husbands in dark crimes and shared at last in their tragic fate, Messalina the wife of Claudius, was murdered by the order of her husband in the midst of her nuptial orgies with one of her favorites; and the younger Agrippina, the mother of Nero, after poisoning her husband, was murdered by her own son, who was equally cruel to his wives, kicking one of them to death when she was in a state of pregnancy. These female monsters were likewise deified, and elevated to the rank of Juno or Venus.
From the higher regions the corruption descended into the masses of the people, who by this time had no sense for anything but “Panem et Circenses,” and, in the enjoyment of these, looked with morbid curiosity and interest upon the most flagrant vices of their masters.
No wonder that Tacitus, who with terse eloquence and old Roman severity exposes the monstrous character of Nero and other emperors to eternal infamy, could nowhere, save perhaps among the barbarian Germans, discover a star of hope, and foreboded the fearful vengeance of the gods, and even the speedy destruction of the empire. And certainly nothing could save it from final doom, whose approach was announced with ever-growing distinctness by wars, insurrections, inundations, earthquakes, pestilence, famine, irruption of barbarians, and prophetic calamities of every kind. Ancient Rome, in the slow but certain process of dissolution and decay, teaches the:
“… sad moral of all human tales;
’Tis but the same rehearsal of the past;
First freedom, and then glory—when that fails,
Wealth, vice, corruption, barbarism at last.”
(Schaff, vol. 2, p. 312-318)
While the greatest empire the world had seen was in its uttermost glory outwardly, it was at the same time reaching its guttermost depths of corruption. Truly beginning to rot from the inside out. It was approximately at this time, the background at its blackest, that God became a man to die for His bride. The scene couldn’t be set better and the diamond couldn’t shine any brighter.
How does this excerpt affect you?
Wow – that is a BLACK background which puts that time in human history into perspective. Thank the Lord that instead of walking “according to the age of this world, according to the ruler of the authority of the air, of the spirit which is now operating in the sons of disobedience” and conducting ourselves in the lusts of the flesh, we’ve been made alive together with Christ! I certainly have a renewed appreciation that we can live in the divine history within human history by being in the divine romance! We need to tell this out and bring others into this!
That’s right Andrea. The more we speak it, the more we will enter into it ourselves and bring others with us. It’s true that the “blackground” of today is dark just as it was then; all the more reason to bring out the precious from the worthless. Amidst the satanic chaos we found the state of the world to be, we can live in the divine history of what God is doing by loving Him unto our wedding day (Rev. 19:7).
When we read of what current world rulers do to their opposers, and look at the self-indulgent living of the wealthy in contrast with the scenes of misery among the poor today, we realize our own blackground needs the diamond.
That’s right Jenny! I hope all of the Body of Christ will more and more open their mouths and let His word run, “utter[ing] what is precious, and not what is worthless” (Jer. 15:19).
That excerpt was intense. It’s amazing how dark the time was when Jesus came. It kind of reminds me of the present times. The events are not the same but we definitely live in a dark world. But amidst all of the darkness the Lord is gaining ones for His bride simply with His peerless worth. Thanks for posting.
Dark is right Rebecca. But it’s in this kind of situation that the light shines the brightest. The age we’re in now may be facing different kinds of problems, but probably they’ve only been modernized and aren’t altogether different from what the Roman Empire was filled with 2,000 years ago. The point you make is so right. The focus and glory to God is that in the midst of such rebellion and darkness, there is a precious bride being prepared for the Lamb. The sovereignly arranged contrast only makes her look all the more beautiful, and brings all the more glory to God.
when we have such a dark background we can appreciate – if our eyes are opened by the Lord to see – the preciousness of the Lord and the divine history within the human history!
In many respects you can compare this to our own life which is not only not perfect, but sometimes there seems to be a total mess – but within the Satanic chaos there’s a constructive divine economy, and we can actually live in the divine history within the human history.
What a mysterious thing – the divine romance!
Amen Stefan. It really touched me that without the black background, the diamond may not be fully appreciated.
That’s right Stefan. How awesome is our sovereign God? Amidst the chaos in human history and our own personal situation, Christ is the King of Kings arranging everything for His purpose. By turning to Him and knowing His grace in our darkest hour, we are more and more made ready as His bride and filled with appreciation for the Divine Romance.