The Apostle James who we honour today
is the son of Zebedee and Salome, the brother of Saint John the
Evangelist, called with him to follow Jesus. He is known as James the
Greater, to distinguish him from his fellow Apostle, James the Lesser
(or James the Just), the son of Alphaeus and cousin of Jesus who
wrote the canonical Epistle. James the Greater was one of the first
to be called to the Apostolate together with his brother and, leaving
his father and his nets, he followed the Lord. Jesus called them both
Boanerges, that is, sons of Thunder. He was one of the three Apostles
whom our Saviour loved the most, and whom he chose as witnesses of
His transfiguration, and of the miracle by which he raised to life
the daughter of the ruler of the Synagogue, and whom He wished to be
present when He retired to the Mount of Olives to pray to His Father
before being taken prisoner by the Jews.
After the Ascension of Jesus into
Heaven James preached His Divinity in Judea and Samaria, and led many
to the Christian faith. Soon, however, he set out for Spain, and
there made some converts to Christianity. Among these were the seven
men who were afterwards consecrated bishops by Saint Peter, and were
the first sent by him into Spain. James returned to Jerusalem and,
among others, instructed Hermogenes the magician in the truths of
faith. Herod Agrippa, who had been raised to the throne under the
emperor Claudius, wished to curry favour with the Jews. He therefore
condemned the James to death for openly proclaiming Jesus Christ to
be God. When the man who had brought him to the tribunal saw the
courage with which he went to martyrdom, he declared that he too was
a Christian. As they were being hurried to execution, he implored
James’
forgiveness. The Apostle kissed him, saying: “Peace be with you.”
Thus both of them were beheaded, James having a little before cured a
paralytic.
His body was afterwards translated to
Compostella, where it is honoured with the highest veneration.
Pilgrims flock there from every part of the world to satisfy their
devotion or pay their vows. The memory of his natalis
is celebrated by the Church today, which is the day of his
translation. But it was near the feast of the Pasch in 43 AD that,
first of all the Apostles, he shed his blood at Jerusalem as a
witness to Christ.
Dom Prosper Guéranger:
Let us today hail the bright star
which once made Compostella so resplendent with its rays that the
obscure town became, like Jerusalem and Rome, a centre of attraction
to the piety of the whole world. As long as the Christian empire
lasted, the sepulchre of Saint James the Great rivalled in glory that
of Saint Peter himself.
Among the Saints of God there is
not one who manifested more evidently how the elect keep up after
death an interest in the works confided to them by our Lord. The life
of Saint James after his call to the Apostolate was but short. And
the result of his labours in Spain, his allotted portion, appeared to
be a failure. Scarcely had he, in his rapid course, taken possession
of the land of Iberia when, impatient to drink the chalice which
would satisfy his continual desire to be close to his Lord, he opened
by martyrdom the heavenward procession of the twelve which was to be
closed by the other son of Zebedee. O Salome, who gave them both to
the world and presented to Jesus their ambitious prayer, rejoice with
a double joy: you are not repulsed. He who made the hearts of mothers
is your abettor. Did He not, to the exclusion of all others except
Simon His Vicar, choose your two sons as witnesses of the greatest
works of His power, admit them to the contemplation of His glory on
Thabor, and confide to them His sorrow to death in the garden of His
agony? And today your eldest born becomes the first-born in Heaven of
the sacred college: the protomartyr of the Apostles repays, as far as
in him lies, the special love of Christ our Lord.
But how was he a messenger of the
faith, since the sword of Herod Agrippa put such a speedy end to his
mission? And how did he justify his name of son of thunder, since his
voice was heard by a mere handful of disciples in a desert of
infidelity? This new name, another special prerogative of the two
brothers, was realised by John in his sublime writings in which, as
by lightning flashes, he revealed to the world the deep things of
God. It was the same in his case as in that of Simon, who having been
called Peter by Christ, was also made by Him the foundation of the
Church: the name given by the Man-God was a prophecy, not an empty
title. With regard to James too, then, Eternal Wisdom cannot have
been mistaken. Let it not be thought that the sword of any Herod
could frustrate the designs of the Most High upon the men of His
choice. The life of the Saints is never cut short. Their death, ever
precious, is still more so when in the cause of God it seems to come
before the time.
It is then that with double
reason we may say their works follow them. God Himself, being bound
in honour, both for His own sake and for theirs, to see that nothing
is wanting to their plenitude. “As a victim of a holocaust He has
received them, says the Holy Ghost, and in time there will be respect
had to them. The just will shine, and will run to and fro like sparks
among the reeds. They will judge nations, and rule over peoples. And
their Lord will reign forever” (Wisdom iii. 6‒8). How literally
was this Divine oracle to be fulfilled with regard to our Saint!
Nearly eight centuries, which to the heavenly citizens are but as a
day, had passed over that tomb in the north of Spain where two
disciples had secretly laid the Apostle’s
body. During that time, the land of his inheritance, which he had so
rapidly traversed, had been overrun first by Roman idolaters, then by
Arian barbarians, and when the day of hope seemed about to dawn, a
deeper night was ushered in by the Crescent. One day lights were seen
glimmering over the briars that covered the neglected monument.
Attention was drawn to the spot which henceforth went by the name of
the field of stars. But what are those sudden shouts coming down from
the mountains, and echoing through the valleys? Who is this unknown
chief rallying against an immense army the little worn out troop
whose heroic valour could not yesterday save it from defeat? Swift as
lightning, and bearing in one hand a white standard with a red cross,
he rushes with drawn sword upon the panic stricken foe, and dyes the
feet of his charger in the blood of 70,000 slain.
Hail to the chief of the holy
war, of which this Liturgical Year has so often made mention! Saint
James! Saint James! Forward, Spain! It is the reappearance of the
Galilaean Fisherman, whom the Man-God once called from the barque
where he was mending his nets; of the elder son of thunder, now free
to hurl the thunderbolt on these new Samaritans who pretend to honour
the unity of God by making Christ no more than a prophet.
Henceforth, James will be to
Christian Spain the firebrand which the Prophet saw “devouring all
the people round about, to the right hand and to the left, until
Jerusalem will be inhabited again in her own place in Jerusalem”
(Zacharias xii. 6). And when after six centuries and a half of
struggle, his standard bearers, the Catholic kings, had succeeded in
driving the infidel hordes beyond the seas, the valiant leader of the
Spanish armies laid aside his bright armour, and the slayer of Moors
became once more a messenger of the faith. As fisher of men, he
entered his barque and gathering around it the gallant fleets of a
Christopher Columbus, a Vasco di Gama, an Albuquerque, he led them
over unknown seas to lands that had never yet heard the name of the
Lord. For his contribution to the labours of the twelve, James drew
ashore his well-filled nets from West and East and South, from new
worlds, renewing Peter’s
astonishment at the sight of such captures. He, whose apostolate
seemed at the time of Herod III to have been crushed in the bud
before bearing any fruit, may say with Saint Paul: “I have no way
come short of them that are above measure Apostles, for by the grace
of God I have laboured more abundantly than all they” (2
Corinthians xii. 11; 1 Corinthians xv. 10).
PATRON of Spain, forget not the
grand nation which owes to you both its heavenly nobility and its
earthly prosperity. Preserve it from ever diminishing those truths
which made it, in its bright days, the salt of the earth. Keep it in
mind of the terrible warning that if the salt lose its savour, it is
good for nothing any more but to be cast out and to be trodden on by
men (Matthew v. 13). At the same time remember, O Apostle, the
special cultus wherewith the whole Church honours you. Does she not
to this very day keep under the immediate protection of the Roman
Pontiff both your sacred body, so happily rediscovered in our times,
and the vow of going on pilgrimage to venerate those precious relics?
Where now are the days when your wonderful energy of expansion abroad
was surpassed by your power of drawing all to yourself? Who but he
that numbers the stars of the firmament could count the Saints, the
penitents, the kings, the warriors, the unknown of every grade, the
ever-renewed multitude, ceaselessly moving to and from that field of
stars where you shed your light on the world?
Our ancient legends tell us of a
mysterious vision granted to the founder of Christian Europe. One
evening after a day of toil, Charlemagne, standing on the shore of
the Frisian Sea, beheld a long belt of stars which seemed to divide
the sky between Gaul, Germany and Italy, and crossing over Gascony,
the Basque territory, and Navarre, stretched away to the far-off
Province of Galicia. Then you appeared to him and said: “This
starry path marks out the road for you to go and deliver my tomb. And
all nations will follow after you.” And Charles, crossing the
mountains, gave the signal to all Christendom to undertake those
great Crusades which were both the salvation and the glory of the
Latin races, by driving back the Muslim plague to the land of its
birth.
When we consider that two tombs
formed, as it were, the two extreme points or poles of this movement
unparalleled in the history of nations: the one in which the God-Man
rested in death, the other where your body lay, O son of Zebedee, we
cannot help crying out with the Psalmist: “Your friends, O God, are
made exceedingly honourable!” (Psalms cxxxviii. 17). And what a
mark of friendship did the Son of Man bestow on His humble apostle by
sharing His honours with him when the military Orders and
Hospitallers were established to the terror of the Crescent for the
sole purpose, at the outset, of entertaining and protecting pilgrims
on their way to one or other of these holy tombs? May the heavenly
impulse now so happily showing itself in the return to the great
Catholic pilgrimages, gather once more at Compostella the sons of
your former clients. We, at least, will imitate Saint. Louis before
the walls of Tunis, murmuring with his dying lips the Collect of your
feast, and we will repeat in conclusion: “Be, O Lord, the
sanctifier and guardian of your people that, defended by the
protection of your Apostle James, they may please you by their
conduct, and serve you with secure minds.”