To many minds in the present day this thought of the identity between Christ and the Church seems remote and strange talk, but the Apostles and the early Church lived and breathed in it. According to the old Catholic doctrine, Jesus of Nazareth is not dead; nay, He has not even departed from the earth. He has a body in which He continues to live until the Last Day, and this body is the Church. […]
Hence it follows that the history of the Church is, if not identical, then at least parallel, with the history of Christ. The Church, too, was born in a manger, she was sought by adoring shepherds and my the last of the sages of Greece; during the ages of martyrdom she suffered massacre like the infants of Bethlehem. She had her time of preparation and her temptation in the desert – in the hermit caves of Egypt and the laures of the ascetics, in the Subiaco of Benedict of Nurcia and on Monte Cassino. She had her age of preaching when she strode through Europe proclaiming the glad tidings, century after century […] She has had her period of triumph, her entry into Jerusalem, when all the civilisation of the West was like one holy city, when art and poetry strewed all her paths with beauty, and incense diffused its fragrance in the narrow and noisome streets of mediæval cities and the people shouted jubilantly: “Hosannah! Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord!”
Then came the time of suffering – when Nogaret struck the Vicar of Christ in the face – the long, modern age of suffering, when the Church stands bound to the pillar of scourging, or is exposed to the scorn and railing of the people, and the people shout: “We will not have this man to rule over us! Away with Him, and give us Barabbas!”*