The Lisbon Earthquake (Part 1).

Exactly two weeks ago, whilst sitting enthroned in my bathroom I heard and felt, what I thought was a bang on the door. It wasn’t: it was an earthquake centred on Loro Piceno around 20 kilometres away. Fortunately it only measured 4.5 on the Richter scale and was about 20 km deep. There was no damage.

  Today, our parish priest announced that the collection would be sent to aid the victims of the earthquake in Haiti - they hadn’t been so lucky: 7 points and near the surface.

  In the interval between these two events I heard the Anglican Archbishop of York being grilled on the Today programme. The poor man was having to attempt to reconcile the Christian belief in an omnipotent and all-loving God with the devastation wreaked by his creation on the unlucky sods living in Port-au-Prince. Ever since Voltaire’s demolition of Leibniz after the Lisbon earthquake, that’s been a tough call. Inevitably John Sentamu made an embarrassingly poor fist of it, muttering platitudes about God being there suffering alongside the victims. Try telling that to mother’s whose baby’s just been crushed to death.

  However, I suspect his pre-reformation Catholic predecessors would have had an easier job. These days we wander down a pick-and-mix counter of beliefs either selecting astrology, Buddhism, Islam or Christianity in any of its multifarious guises or, alternatively, deciding not to buy at all but to go down the road to Dawkins & Co who have a much more up-to-date selection. In the middle ages you had Catholicism and that was it. Everybody you’d ever met or even heard of was a Catholic, belief wasn’t an option, it was as much part of life as the sun coming up in the morning or going down at night. And the Church taught that this life was just a small and finite part of an eternal existence, solely important as a determinant of where you spent that eternity. The Archbishop of York may well believe this today, though, his being an Anglican, it’s difficult to be sure. Even some of the Today programme’s audience may share the belief. But what none of them will share is our mediæval ancestors’ experience of it not as a belief but an undisputed fact, a given. To have that you need the intellectual hegemony which the Church exercised 500 years ago.                  

  The nearest modern equivalent is the West’s belief in democracy. Apart from the odd BNP nutter, we instinctively share Churchill’s belief that despite its weaknesses parliamentary democracy is the best political system on offer. A mother whose son gave his life defending Britain against Nazi Germany would have felt the same anguish felt by the Haitian survivors today. But behind the pain would be the knowledge that his death was part of a larger pattern which gave it a positive meaning. And maybe that gave some comfort. Similarly, whilst the pain of bereavement was no less acute in the Middle Ages, behind the grief was the knowledge that the loss was not final. Luther, Calvin and Zwingli destroyed that world for ever. We may well feel the change was for the good. But in losing that world we’ve lost the only thing which could comfort us in the face of a natural disaster.