Review Title: When in Ireland,...
As I have gotten the chance in the last year to see some of the fabulous treasures of Christianity in the British Museum and Library, the Bodleian Library in Oxford, and Dublin's Trinity College, and see some of the ruins of 6th to 10th Century England and Ireland, I have often referred to Cahill's only partially tongue in cheek title. I had read the book several years ago before I had started listing and then writing down what I thought about the books I read, which turned into these book reviews that are now my life's avocation, and before I had the God-given gift to see these treasures firsthand. So of course, when in Ireland I had to find a copy and read it again. It didn't disappoint.
Cahill is what I would call a "popular theologian", although he might be better known as a historian, as this small volume turned into a readable yet thoughtful series he calls "The Hinges of History" (perhaps growing out of a phrase he uses here). Not in chronological order, other volumes have covered Jesus, Judaism, and Greek philosophy. Just like his title here, his topics and viewpoints are a little off-kilter, but he knows when to drive a serious point home and how to deflate a historical figure or event of its hot air. So, for example, the one about the Irish saving civilization....
... Except they really did. Of course making a statement like that and backing it up requires context, so Cahill backs way up and starts in Rome, in about 400 AD, when the borders of the aging Empire are about to be overrun by barbarians--are we allowed to still use that word without air quotes or irony? Defined as peoples from the north and east of the Empire with no exposure to the centuries of Greek and Roman language, literature, art, political order, and religion, and with no appreciable quantities of any of those cultural artifacts of their own, these were indeed barbarians at the gate, who burst through the weakened borders and even weaker institutions at the core of the hollowed out empire and quickly laid most if that civilization to waste.
Meanwhile, far to the north and west was born a "Romanized Celtic Briton", as Cahill calls him. We know him as St Patrick, but as a young middle class son of a fading empire far away, he was kidnapped into slavery by marauding bands of Irish Celts, so far beyond the pale the Romans never attempted to invade, conquer or incorporate them into Roman civilization. His conversion while tending sheep on cold lonely Irish hills, his escape back home, and his call back to Ireland are the stuff of both history and legend, and while the dates as with most legends are speculative, Cahill places the fall of the Empire and the rise of St Patrick's mission as roughly contemporary.
And rough that mission was, as the Irish landscape and people, ignored by history and civilizations both past and Roman, comprised what Cahill refers to as "Unholy Ireland." But unholy, as Cahill proves, is not uncultured. In fact he points out that Ireland, unconquered by larger more advanced cultures, developed the best documented vernacular history, legends, and language on the planet. Likewise, St. Patrick was the first missionary to take Christianity to, as it were, uncivilized people--"to barbarians beyond the reach of Roman law. " (p. 108) in the thirty years of his ministry in Ireland, Patrick is able to meld the wild heart of the Celt to the wild heart of Christianity in a vibrant religion (looked at with heresy-seeking skepticism when it interfaced with the Roman religion of the continent) and an explosion of literacy (Cahill claims that Irish is the first vernacular literature to be written down) and language that doesn't obliterate the Irish Celtic heritage but gives it a recorded voice and direction that would....
.... save civilization. How did that work? First the lost part (otherwise what's to save?): now overrun by the uncivilized, learning, literature, and literacy itself retreated to small isolated pockets while the barbarians looted and destroyed the artifacts of millenia of civilization. The shattered bits of Empire became tiny feudal kingdoms with little energy, interest or surplus to build or even retain their cultural heritage. While Cahill speculates that most of the Hebrew and Greek Bible might have been saved, he believes most of the rest of civilization (Greek and Roman literature, law, religion, and ways of thinking that developed into modern philosophy, science, and democracy) as we know it today from 2,000 years of development would have been lost without the Irish. Patrick's death in 461 and the deposing of the last Roman emperor in 476 seemed death knells for the great civilization borne by Greece and Rome.
But following Patrick's leadership, his spiritual children like Columcille began planting centers of learning, libraries and scriptorium around the rocky edges of western and northern Ireland, then around the edges of "Hibernia," including the most famous places like Skellig Michel, Iona, and Lindesfarne among dozens of others. There they produced and reproduced the cultural heritage that, sheltered from from the barbarians long enough to incubate and rebuild the cultural stock, then spread east and south through England, meeting the Roman mission of Augustine's spreading north from Canterbury on better than equal terms: "All England North of the Thames was indebted to the Celtic mission for its conversion," claims one historian quoted by Cahill. (p. 200). Over the next 300 years they sailed across the North Sea and the English Channel to replant the cultural stock amongst the European remnants and settled-down barbarians populating the continent and ready to reclaim or adopt the nearly-lost heritage. So that by the time the Vikings began sweeping south through Lindesfarne and Iona to bring a new band of destruction from which the Book of Kells and the Lindesfarne Gospels were miraculously preserved, these great cultural symbols could survive today as representatives of the time when the Irish saved civilization.
It's a great story, and if you have the chance you can and must make the trip to the British Library to see the Lindesfarne Gospels, and Trinity College, Dublin, to see the Book of Kells. Go see Augustine's Abbey in Canterbury, mere ruins outside the walls of the massive Cathedral he also established on that first official Roman mission to England. Make the effort to visit one of the far flung islands that shelter the stone ruins of the once vibrant scriptorium that reproduced the works of men and angels. I missed Lindesfarne when I was in England, but made it to the Aran Islands off Ireland's west coast on a perfectly mystical foggy day to see the ruins of 6th and 8th century churches and the graves of the people who had the infinitely incredible power of faith to raise these monuments on a tiny island on the western edge of the civilization they would save. Because for me, Cahill's excellent account isn't just about saving civilization, but is more importantly the living proof thousands of miles away across dangerous bodies of water of the living Logos, the Word made Flesh of the first chapter of John's Gospel. When the Romans pushed the diaspora out of Jerusalem, it was only a handful of generations later that all of these living evidences of the living Logos in word and stone were created directly from their spiritual testimony and influence. They exist, they are real, the Logos is alive. The British Library calls its exhibition where the Lindesfarne Gospels are displayed "The Treasures". These are eternal Treasures we can see and hold in our hands and our hearts because, well, the Irish really did save civilization.