But to obey the dictates of a pope who came after me? In this, Cardinal Wadding is certainly right: Vatican II’s papal and consular authority must be constrained to your time, Cardinal Mazzare, because it was informed by centuries of history-both papal and global-that came after this century. How could the needs of your twentieth- century Church be no different from the needs of this one? The charism of perfection that attends the Sacred Magisterium made Vatican II’s doctrines perfect insofar as they reflect God’s grace in answering the questions and quandaries that were particular to the Church in your bubble of time and space.”
Urban made a small, circular gesture. “This bubble- our bubble-is not that bubble. So I must believe that, even if we asked the same questions that your Church did, the answers would be different. If Vatican II was accepted without modification in this world, it would trigger far more schisms and wars than it would prevent, despite the fact that it provided timely and essential answers to challenges that had long vexed the Holy See of the twentieth century.”
Perhaps Urban saw the worried eyes of his audience; he smiled and nodded. “However, it is also true that the mind of God does not change; man changes. And the way in which Vatican II does apply to this time, and this world, is that it is a further revelation of the mind of God. And particularly important is its renewed emphasis upon one of the most fundamental truths Christ brought to us: we are not to convert others by the exercise of power, but by examples of perfection-by living in as Christ-like a fashion as possible.”
Urban spread his hands. “When did Christ ever instruct us to do violence upon others? At what sermon did he commend our evangelical duty to the force of weapons, instead of words? He preached the tolerance and hope and charity that your popes reaffirmed through the Apostolic Constitutions that arose from Vatican II. And although those Constitutions were not issued in or to this world, and are thus not specifically binding upon us, I acknowledge that they reflect the will and mind of God. Which leads me to conclude that, since we cannot accept the specific doctrines and language of your Vatican II, it is incumbent upon me to convene one of our own.”
Mazzare sneaked a look at Wadding, and was surprised to see the former Franciscan nodding thoughtfully.
Urban folded his hands again. “And so we come to the final question I must answer: quo vadis? ” Seeing uncertainty on the faces of most of the up-timers, Urban smiled and translated, “‘Where are you going?’” He held up his hands. “I already knew the worldly, prudent answer-to reside in the USE while I rebuild our shattered Church. But Cardinal Wadding rightly pointed to the dangers of putting oneself in the house of another; one’s freedom of choice will slowly, but surely, be compromised and constrained.
“But mostly, I was listening for My Savior’s wise whisper. And it was Cardinal Mazzare who inadvertently pointed out how to listen for Christ’s guidance in this matter. The story of the Good Samaritan is precisely the one I needed to consider at length, for among its many lessons, it shows us just what the up-timers own insistence upon freedom of religion truly reveals: that coexistence between faiths is not merely possible, but the only way to live a Christ-like existence.”
Urban frowned. “As a pope, sitting safely ensconced in the Vatican, it is still all too easy to become distracted from the basic truths to be found in the Gospel. As protector of the faith, one is called upon to make-difficult decisions.” Urban looked like he suffered a moment of indigestion. “With Gustav Adolf defeating our armies in Germany, and endless rounds of reprisals and massacres between Catholics and Protestants, my conversations with God become too focused on mundane urgencies rather than enduring grace. And with the Spanish cardinals always pressing the issue, the line between heresy and toleration was ever on my mind, ever a political issue, and often, a rationalization for the use of papal troops and authority, both to accommodate and thwart the policies of Madrid’s coterie of cardinals. But now-”
The pope paused and stared out the back window; Mazzare wondered if he was looking at the sheet covering the last mortal remains of George Sutherland.
Urban turned back to the room. “Now, all those urgent decisions seem akin to the splitting of hairs. We can find all the truth we need in the Gospels, and at the danger of repeating myself, I find no place where Christ exhorted us to kill, rather than love, our neighbor. So how can I allow God’s Church to fall into the hands of Gaspar Borja? And how can I prevent it but by remembering that God teaches us humility in many ways-and maybe, for this pope, at this time, that lesson comes in the shape of saying, ‘Yes, I am the beaten Jew in the story of the Good Samaritan.’ My God and Savior has had the infinite kindness and wisdom to place this lesson before me and maybe-maybe-help me to become a better, more Christ-like man than I have been up until now. So yes, I will gladly accept the help of Gustav Adolf, of he whom I thought was my enemy but who may now be my Good Samaritan. Assuming that is truly his will.”
He looked directly at Sharon who, holding her breath, nodded twice, quickly.
Urban nodded back. “However, there is a one last, instructive detail of the parable of the Good Samaritan that wants mention. Although the Good Samaritan provided all aid to the stricken Jew, even paying for a room at an inn and a physician, he did not bring the injured man under his own roof.”
Uncertain looks started ricocheting from face to face in the Garden Room; even Antonio Barberini paused in his writing and looked up with a perplexed expression on his face. But Larry suddenly knew what was coming-and scolded himself for not having anticipated it.
Urban raised a finger. “Let us not doubt that if the beaten Jew had required it, the Samaritan would have brought him under his own roof. But since he did not, we must ask why this was not, in fact, the best alternative?”
Urban clearly did not expect-and was not inviting-a response, but he let the rhetorical question dangle for a moment before answering it. “There are probably two reasons. First, although the Samaritan demonstrated his goodness by ignoring his community’s prejudice against Jews, he could not have assured that the beaten man would have been safe had he brought him home. Indeed, his neighbors might have done violence against both of them for what they considered the effrontery and outrage of caring for an enemy in their midst.
“But perhaps the second reason is more pertinent. By taking the Jew to an inn-a neutral place-the Good Samaritan also avoided putting the recipient of his help under the obligations that accrue when one is a guest in another’s home. Not only was the Jew rescued and healed, but his dignity was protected. What passed between them later, the parable does not tell us; we can only hope the Jew repaid the Good Samaritan with friendship and gratitude. But the free expression of such amity is only possible because he remained in neutral territory: he was never placed under any obligation to obey, or even thank, his benefactor.”
Urban folded his hands. “And so it must be with Mother Church.” He looked at Sharon again. “We are happy- and enduringly grateful-for the kindness shown, for our rescue, and for the promise of being carried to a safe, neutral place where we may recover our strength. But we may not enter your house, just as the Good Samaritan elected not to take the wounded Jew into his own. And in the better years to come, the Good Samaritans of the USE may thus know that the Church’s future friendship and gratitude is given freely, rather than in the satisfaction of an obligation to a former host.”
Urban crossed the room to stand before Sharon. “I hope this decision does not disappoint you, or those above you in the USE. It could not be otherwise, at this historical moment. After all, the faithful of the Church have accepted popes suspected of being murderers and liars; the record is sadly clear on that. However, to lead the Catholic Church from within the borders of a nation whose monarch is a Protestant?” Urban wagged a remonstrating finger and smiled. “No, that will not be tolerated. It is sad but true that if I did so, it would undo all we hope to accomplish by accepting your help: to make this the beginning of an open and full friendship between us, and to begin healing the wounds of sectarian strife.”
“Your Holiness, I just heard you say you can’t stay with us in the USE,” remarked Sharon, who had made Urban-watching a near specialty of hers, “but why does it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself of that, even more than you’re trying to convince me?”
He smiled shrewdly. “Ah, Ambassadora, you are a most perceptive person. And of course, you are correct. There is no place I would rather visit right now than Grantville, and there is no place I would feel more safe. But at this time, it would not just be the Spanish cardinals who would declaim me for even visiting the USE. Too many of the moderate cardinals would be tempted to agree that I would only do such a thing if I had fallen under the spell of witches sent here by an infernal miracle.
“Yes, we have settled and put aside this issue officially today, but it will take time for many of the moderates to accept it. And beyond that, it will take my restoration to the Holy See before the suspicions of a distressingly large portion of the common folk are truly allayed. Consequently, the unfortunate realities of this political moment make a visit to your fascinating town completely out of the question. However, I promise you this-indeed, I request
