Fr George David “Peter Abelard” Byers

peter abelard

Our new Vicar Forane in the Smoky Mountain Vicariate the other evening described me as being like Peter Abelard, the most brilliant if somewhat heretical philosopher who firmly established the foundations for all that which would be scholasticism after his death with Saint Thomas Aquinas (Abelard being born about a millennium ago).

The comparison, mind you, wasn’t about Heloise, or even smarts, but rather a marked hubris that antagonized whatever powers of hubris in whomsoever they might be incarnated at any given time or place, no matter how powerful, no matter how famous they might be. He made a career of challenging and humiliating all adversaries.

He did have some mighty adversaries, mind you, such as, according to a General Wednesday Audience of the great Pope Benedict XVI, Saint Bernard of Clairvaux. Bernard pursued Abelard trying to convert him from his unstoppable hubris. Abelard finally calmed down a bit on his death bed with his famous, “Je ne sais pas.”

What provoked this was my story of what I did with Father, now Cardinal Prosper Grech, an Augustinian and Maltese Patristic Scholar, indeed, co-founder of the Augustinianum across the street from Saint Peter’s Square, who was teaching the course on the historical critical method at the Pontifical Biblical Institute when I as a student there.

Father Grech was also a member of the Pontifical Biblical Commission. He was to be most feared by students in that, for instance, pretty much every candidate for the doctorate at the Biblical Commission who was praised by all members as the most brilliant in the world would nevertheless be forthwith failed by the supposedly merciless priest-academician, Father Grech, he destroying life-times of study with a stroke of his pen.

Father Grech told us at the end of the course that we had two options for the final exam, but only because he was forced to offer both by the Biblicum itself. He said that he would quite certainly fail all those who chose to write an essay, and this within the first paragraph, not even bothering to read the rest. “DON’T write an essay!” he commanded us, saying that he warned us, again forbidding us. The other option was to do an oral exam in which he promised that, as a consolation prize, he would look at the floor indicating our condemnation to hell, but thus giving us a chance to change our minds mid-sentence and provide, instead, the correct answer.

I, of course, waltzed right up to him after class and asked if I could nevertheless go ahead and write an essay. Astounded and speechless for some five seconds, grasping for words (hard to do that for five seconds mind you), he finally blurted out, visibly upset and yet enthralled at the same time, that, yes, he had to permit me to make this foolhardy move. I think that he secretly loved the fact that someone had the hubris to do the right thing, learning something while researching and thinking and writing. He would spy on me in the library researching my chosen topic, and even approached me a couple of times as I flew through the pages of massive tomes to discover what I just knew could be discovered in whatever language, living or dead, of whatever century or location, and discussed what I was doing, leaving quite flabbergasted. I finally handed in the essay at the last possible moment and waited in anticipation of hell. He gave me, according to the Roman system, 10 out of 10. Ha ha. Cardinal Grech is the best. I love him to pieces.

I could fill volumes with such stories, academic, ecclesiastical, political, interpersonal.

  • One diocesan priest at the Urbaniana University (right next to the Augustinianum) said that he would totally destroy me in print should I publish on “Yahweh Elohim” as a sentence name given what he thought he knew (but didn’t) about historical perceptions of Northwest Semitic by Semites to the South. Whatever.
  • One Dominican priest at the Angelicum said that if I published a defense of Saint Catherine of Sienna’s portrayal of Jesus commenting on Saint Paul, gutting the possibility of his mocking the great saint, he would pursue me right around the world by way of his iron grip on Catholic and Christian and Biblical publishing companies, easily convincing them to steer clear of anything written by yours truly. Whatever.
  • One Cardinal, papabile at the time but now deceased, said that if… [I had better stop…] But these stories are endless…
  • One Rabbi, head of relations between the State of Israel and the Holy See, said that if I were to continue spearheading a certain project, that would mean that… [again, I had better quit…]

I guess it’s that I’ve discovered early on that doing one’s best to do the right thing no matter what with no compromise always leads one way or another to the most interesting and varied of lives one couldn’t otherwise even imagine. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I just hope that on my death bed I will repeat those words of Peter Abelard with the attitude of hoping that perhaps I might thereafter be instructed by the Most Holy Trinity in the beatific vision, for after all, it is what Christ Jesus would have us say, we who know nothing at all, about our present understanding: “Je ne sais pas.”

 

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8 responses to “Fr George David “Peter Abelard” Byers

  1. pelerin

    Your post has prompted me to search further regarding Pierre Abelard. I have seen his tomb in the Pere-Lachaise cemetery in Paris – I remember coming across it by accident while searching for another but at the time knew little about him.

    When I was received into the Church over 50 years ago a good friend who was my sponsor gave me a prayer card on which she had written ‘By doubting we come to enquire and by enquiry we come to the truth’ and at the time I did not know who had written that originally. Many years later by googling I found that it was a quote from Abelard in one of the many English translations which can be found on line.

    I still treasure the prayer card although sadly my good friend later left the Church and joined a Protestant sect in Canada where she now lives.

  2. Father George David Byers

    @ Pelerin — In my hubris I will correct and have corrected Peter Abelard on this point of doubt, asserting instead that it is not doubt which is helpful in instruction, but rather the wonderful inquisitiveness of a child before the magnificence of God and God’s creation. Doubt comes from cynicism which is a despairing of mercy because of justice, the foundation of mercy, being left behind. It is just this relativism that catapulted Peter Abelard into being the heretic on so many points, especially regarding morals, that he was. He didn’t have successful teachers, or was too full of himself to learn from them, instead just wanting to one-up them.

  3. Monica Harris

    Mocking St Catherine of Siena??

  4. Father George David Byers

    @ Monica– and Jesus too.

  5. pelerin

    Father I have been thinking over your reply. Could it be that the English translation of ‘En doutant …’ as ‘by doubting’ is where the confusion lies? There is a subtle difference between the French and the English.
    I see that the Larousse gives the first meaning of ‘douter’ as ‘etre dans l’incertitude de la realite d’un fait’ – to be uncertain of the reality/truth of a fact.’ This then makes more sense of the quote than the English translation using the verb ‘to doubt.’
    The original quote is ‘En doutant nous nous mettons en recherche et en cherchant nous trouvons la verite.’ It seems to make more sense in the original French!

  6. Father George David Byers

    @ pelerin– Nope. There’s a difference as the yawning chasm between heaven and hell. One looks into the face of Jesus and says I want to know more because you draw me to the cross of Calvary where true love is revealed. Another looks into the face of Jesus and says I will discover reality on my own, being left to himself, trusting in himself. One cannot prescind from the faith to discover the faith.

  7. pelerin

    I think I am beginning to see the difference. However it does look as if all those years ago I set about searching for the truth in the wrong way by first trying to find out entirely on my own as much as I could by reading about the Church – both for and against – in order to make up my mind what to do next. For family reasons I had to be sure before telling them of my decision.

    Once I had become convinced of the Truth of the Church then everything else fell into place and I knew then that I could no longer deny what I had come to acknowledge as the truth.. The next step was to ring the door bell of the nearest presbytery and that was one of the most frightening things I have ever done in my life!

    I may have gone about it the wrong way but at least I got there in the end!

  8. Father George David Byers

    Ah. Now that’s much different. Abelard was another case altogether!

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