Athanasius Contra Mundum. Athanasius Against the World.

Farewell and goodbye to those I have shared my testimony, songs, and words of reflections and experience. I came out of retreat and isolation, and now I will slowly withdraw and return whence I came, and wither I know not yet. I will complete in part my commitment to the Lord for the rest of the year, but in great reduction and restriction. This Song, poem and hymn, I published in my Christian Reflections (1983-1987) booklet concerning the Word and Prayer. I will continue to post and write on my blog site at without notices or update alerts, and those who wish from time to time to know what I write and share are welcome to find me there; and I will only reply and respond or interact with direct posts address to me or email. My last request is for prayer and thoughts to God for His will and help in my crossroad. My desire from the Lord to all is His grace and peace, with faith, hope, and love be multiplied to all in Him. Michael J. Miles.

Athanasius Contra Mundum. Athanasius Against the World.
(Athanasius, St., the Great, was one of the Greek Orthodox Fathers, and Bishop of Alexandria. He was the champion of orthodoxy against the Arian heresy, and distinguished for fortitude under persecutions. He was born about 396, and attended and participated in the Council of Nicaea, in 325, was several(three times and two additional) times exiled, and died at Alexandria in 373.)
(William R. Huntington, author of this poem and hymn, a clergyman of the Episcopal Church, was born at Lowell, Mass., and graduated at Harvard College in the class of 1850. He was the class poet at the time of his graduation, and the Phi Beta Kappa poet in 1870. He has been rector of a church in Worcester since 1862.) (When faced with people saying to him [in his fight against heresy and for the truth], “The world is against you, Athanasius!” St. Athanasius replied, ” Then I am against the world.-St. Athanasius.)

“The world against me, I against the world!”
Strange words for him who just now stood
On Alexandria’s throne, and hurled
His thunders as he would.
But rock is not less rock, though forced at last
To fall before the beating sea;
Nor may I be the less myself, though cast
Away from majesty.
God’s truth I stand on, can I need a throne,
Or bishop’s vesture, if I feel
His mercy wrap me with a warmth its own,
While at his feet I kneel?
No, let them drive me thrice again from sway.
As they, ere this, three times have driven,
So but the Lord be at my side alway,
I will deem exile heaven.
They call me hasty, of opinion proud,
Untaught to bend a stubborn will;
Ah! little dreams the shallow-hearted crowd
What thoughts this bosom fill.
What loneliness this outer strength doth hide,
What longing lies beneath this calm;
For human sympathy so long untried,
Our earth’s divinest balm.
But more than sympathy the truth I prize;
Above my friendships hold I God.
And stricken be these feet ere they despise
The path their Maker trod.
So let my banner be again unfurled,
Again its cheerless motto seen,—
“The world against me. I against the world!”‘
Judge thou, dear Christ, between!

About mjmselim

Male, 65, born in Jamaica, USA since 1961, citizen in 2002; cobbler for 40 plus years, Christian since 1969; married to same wife since 1979; 6 daughters and 2 sons, with 7 grandkids. Slowly adapting to the digital world of computers and internet; hobby in digital editing.
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