Skip to main content

In Persona Chriti

I'm always delighted to come across another theological concept that I haven't considered. Lately it's the doctrine of "In Persona Christi" or "In the Person of Christ." In it's most basic sense, when a Catholic Priest celebrates the sacraments, he is not celebrating as himself, but in the person of Christ - that is, Christ is speaking through the priest during the Sacraments.

In his sermon for the Holy Chrism Mass in 2007, Pope Benedict XVI expanded this concept and used it to describe the ministry of all the Baptized. For it is through our baptism that we exchange our old selves and put on Christ. This time the Holy Father uses the metaphor of clothing to describe the change that's affected when we become a member of God's family - the sacred exchange. God gave up all of God's glory to become human, so that we, in our humanity may obtain that glory through grace. How much more of an insult is it when we fail to put on that glory - God effectively gave everything up for us, and we refuse to take it upon ourselves. Everything we do, every act of ministry we perform should not be done as ourselves, but In Persona Christi. Put on Christ and allow Christ to work through us.

I've heard of this sacred exchange many times before from my evangelical friends - always in the context of Good Friday. On the cross Jesus exchanged all of his righteousness for our lack thereof, suffering and dying for our sins. This Easter I've come to understand that the exchange began much sooner than the cross, it began the minute Christ was conceived within the blessed womb of Mary. At that moment God had emptied himself in order to make all his glory available to God's Children. All through his life, up to and including his death and resurrection, Jesus was experiencing humanity as the Empty God. I suppose the challenge was to remain humble and empty throughout his entire life - otherwise he would have been taking back the gift that was to be freely bestowed upon others. That's why the temptation in the wilderness was so pivotal. Had the Devil succeeded in his temptation, Christ would have taken his "clothing" back upon himself, and it would have been unavailable to us. Hence His entire life was an emptying - consider how lowly He stooped in the upper room when He washed His disciple's feet.

So what then happened at Easter, what happened at the Resurrection? I believe having experienced everything that human beings do - birth, life, and death, Jesus now reaped the reward of his perseverance and emptying. He received back His clothing, and the glory He emptied himself of, not as the Son of God, but as the Son of Man. He actually referred to himself as the Son of Man more often than any other title. The resurrection He experienced was the gift bestowed upon all humanity - the gift of God's "clothes" and glory - given up at the Annunciation, and restored on Easter Sunday.

During this Eastertide, it would do us well to take up this gift so freely bestowed upon us. Everything we do should be done while wearing the clothes that Christ emptied Himself of so long ago. Every act of ministry can only be done in the person of Christ. Far from making us proud, for such a great honor that has been bestowed upon us, this should make us humble, knowing what it cost. Let us offer our great thanksgiving to God for the work He has done through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Setbacks, Disappointments, and New Opportunities

Yesterday I received a phone call I had been waiting anxiously for. It was about a job I had put in for - and I didn’t get it. The person delivering the news was kind, and even encouraged me to apply for another position that, in her opinion, was a better fit for me. It is a different kind of job, would require a decent commute, and I’m not sure I have it in me to enter another process right now.  This morning I got myself showered and dressed and put on my clericals. Even though I was home all day I wanted to shoot a video and hence the outfit. Somehow just dressing up had me feeling less dejected - like I still could do something I was proud of. I remember years ago when my dad was looking for work. Each day he put on a shirt and tie before filling out job applications.  After the video I scheduled some more content, opened up my notebook, and started working on my plan. The ideas began to flow, time seemed to flow by, and before I knew it I had a pretty great outline for a ...

What’s In Store For The Future

I have some supply work this coming Sunday, and I’m excited to be in a pulpit again. The OT text is God’s promise to Abraham - how he was to become the father of many nations - that his descendants would be more numerous than the sands on the seashore or the stars in the heavens. That’s a lot of people.  God made this promise so that Abraham’s offspring would be a blessing to the world. Because of the Jewish people we have a great deal of Scripture, and a moral consciousness that raised the world to new levels.  What strikes me about this promise is how many people are involved. God counted on Abraham having so many descendents that they couldn’t be counted. This many people created a critical mass that influenced the rest of the world.  Today in the Church we need another another critical mass. We need a critical mass of people willing to tell their faith stories. We need so many faith stories out there in the public space, to influence people in a positive, respectful w...

Jesus Christmas What A Celebration

We stepped out of the cold into the foyer of my grandparent's raised-ranch on 104 Washburn Drive.  Kicking the snow off our boots we lined them up while hanging our coats in the front closet with the sliding natural wood doors.  There was a little hole in each of the doors where you could grab onto to start it moving, and I swear on more than one occasion if I looked closely I could see a penny in there.  On the side table my grandmother's small Church figurine sat proudly, lit up from the single bulb inside.  Every year it was the same, and we wouldn't have had it any other way.  We were first greeted by smell of tobacco lined walls, and the sound of Nat King Cole's Christmas album scratching away on the record player upstairs.  "Hey come on up!" my grandfather bellowed from his easy chair in the living room.  Even though it was a mere 15 minute drive from our house to his, his face always lit up when he saw us as if he hadn't seen us for years. My fa...