On Being the Grand Inquisitor
The fifth chapter of The Brothers Karamazov–called the Grand Inquisitor–contains a parable that demonstrates our tendency to domesticate Jesus. In the parable, Jesus returns during the Spanish Inquisition. The people recognize him and flock around him. He compassionately heals several of the sick and lame. Knowing who Jesus is, an elderly cardinal (the Grand Inquisitor) promptly arrests Jesus. Jesus is dangerous. He threatens the status-quo. The Grand Inquisitor visits Jesus in his cell, informing him that he is no longer needed. The Church, which is now allied with the devil, is better able to give the people what they need. Jesus is set free, but banished. The Grand Inquisitor will continue to use the name of Jesus, but has replaced his teachings for ones better equipped to meet the needs of the people.I’ll confess: I’ve been a Grand Inquisitor. In my first years of ministry, when I first began to lead Bible studies or preach sermons, I stumbled over the teachings of Jesus. They seemed too harsh or naive. And so, I filtered them through my common sense and gave the people what they needed. After all, you can’t let the words of Jesus remain as they are–they’re too dangerous as-is. We have to disarm his words so that they will be safe. Especially his teachings about money and enemies.
I was simply passing along to others what had been passed along to me. I was teaching people to marginalize the voice Jesus, just as I had been taught…
When I became a Christian at the age of 14, I was given a bible by my church. They told me to “read it and do what it says.” So I did. I think I skipped the Old Testament (it was so long and boring!). I spent most of my time in the Gospels. After all, it was Jesus who had gotten me into this mess. Being a bookish kid without many friends, it didn?t take long for me to read through the New Testament.
A few months after receiving my Bible, I was sitting in a youth Sunday school class. It was Memorial Day Sunday. At the end of the discussion, the Sunday school teacher asked for prayer requests. Based upon my new found biblical understanding, I proudly asserted: “I’d like to pray for our veterans; that God will forgive them for killing their enemies!”
Let me be clear: I was living in rural Minnesota. I lived on a farm. And my parents were conservative. This assertion of mine didn’t come from latent hippy tendencies or the hippy instructions of my parents. It came from a 14 year old’s read of the Gospels.
Obviously, I didn’t get to pray for the veterans that day. Instead, I was corrected…strenuously. The veterans were to be honored for their sacrifice. Loving your enemies only counts with our personal relationships. When it comes to countries, we must wage war for the common good. America is a country blessed by God. And so on. Later in the church service, the pastor had the veterans come to the front of the church and we prayed for them. We even sang patriot songs for the worship music.
What happens when someone who cherishes affluence encounters the lowly Jesus? What happens when someone who bleeds red-white-and-blue encounters the subversive Jesus? What happens when the contented consumer meets the simple Christ? One of two things: they either repent or find a way to make Jesus safe.
If we’re going to enjoy the fruits of the Empire–if we’re going to pursue the American Dream–then we’ve got to find a way to shut Jesus up. We don’t need lunatic Jesus turning over the tables of the money changers. We don’t need judgmental Jesus who wilts fig trees. We don’t need reckless Jesus who hangs out with unsavory people. No. Jesus exists for our fulfillment. He loves us and has a wonderful plan for our lives. And I already have an idea about what that wonderful plan is. He can help me with it if he likes.









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