Introduction By Rick Porritt
Many and varied are the interpretations of the Book of Revelation. Some
would admit to not really understanding the meaning and purpose of this book at
all, whilst others will state with confidence that thus and thus is
unquestionably the message and interpretation thereof. It is not at all my
intention to enter into debate on this subject here, I would though like to
share with you this delightful allegorical story, which when I first heard it
was a great blessing to me.
This story has been told in the context of teaching what is known as the
Historic Interpretation of the Book of Revelation (as with other interpretations
there are doubtless several variations on this theme). One element that is of
informative interest in this allegory is the mention of the origins of two other
perspectives that have been offered as interpretations of the Book of
Revelation. It may be helpful if I just mention in advance the names connected
with these views, and what those views are.
Luis De Alcazar, (1554-1613) of Seville, Spain – taught that all the events of
the Book of Revelation occurred in the first century A.D. In other words, it
essentially has nothing to teach us today. This view is known as preterism. So
far as I know there are few who still hold to this belief today (?).
Francisco Ribera (1537-1591) of Salamanca (also in Spain) – taught that the
central events of the Book of Revelation were all yet to come. Such happenings
would take place during a special seven-year period after the ‘rapture’ of the
Church. This view is known as futurism.
It was my personal experience for some years into my Christian life that the
only view I ever heard of (from books, tapes and conversations with other
Christians) was the futurist view. Many are the variants on this theme
including: pre, mid and post tribulation rapture etc. It was only in listening
to some tapes on the subject of Church history (by Edgar Parkyns) that I came
across the historic teaching on Revelation.
If preterism says that it is all done, and futurism says it is all to come, then
historicism says: It started to happen from the time that the Book of Revelation
was first written, it has continued to happen throughout the Church’s history,
it is still happening now, and (finally!) it will continue to happen until Jesus
returns – (and some parts glimpse beyond that to!). In other words (I quote Mr
Parkyns from memory) – “Revelation is a love-letter written to The Church, for
The Church, concerning The Church.”
I have no wish to argue, battle or cajole on this subject. I only hope that if
you are unaware of the historical understanding of this Book that this following
piece may give you some feel for it. If you are someone who is already
determinedly futurist in your outlook then maybe, just maybe, you are yet
unaware of the origins and reasons for why this interpretation was first taught.
This narrative alludes to those origins. Either way I do hope that all will
appreciate the simple picture that this story illustrates. It has been
transcribed from tape.
The Wagon Train, Edgar Parkyns
During the years 1850 to 1890 there was a tremendous trek westwards across the
plains from the eastern United States to the far west as folks looked for new
homes in that magnificent territory. I want you to imagine that a young
bridegroom has gone out west to prepare a home for himself and his bride, and in
due course he is going to receive her. This is an analogy of Jesus going to
prepare a place to receive His Bride, the Church
.
The bride stays in New York for some time getting ready, and then she joins a
wagon train going west. It's rather a mixed wagon train, with all kinds of
people in it; but the only way to cross that area is in such company. Her
bridegroom has sent her a letter from away out west, but the letter doesn't
arrive in time to meet her as she sets off. It reaches her after she has begun
her journey and has already experienced a few skirmishes with Red Indians in the
Great Lakes area. She finds that her letter has been opened - those responsible
in the camp have examined it but, not being able to understand much of it
because it is written in code, they let her have it.
As soon as camp is formed for the night and she can get away into her covered
wagon, she lights the paraffin lamp and reads her beloved's letter. How her
heart thrills to the glorious description of him on the opening page. And then
there are some very straight words of exhortation to her, how she is to behave
and keep herself pure, and she takes all that to heart for she realises that
there are many temptations as well as dangers on this journey.
But then she comes to a section of the letter, which absolutely bewilders her,
about beasts and horns and mountains and all kinds of horrors. It just doesn't
make sense, and so she hurries through that and comes to the closing part. She
is very thrilled with what she reads there - it describes the time when her
beloved will meet her. He comes riding onto the scene and takes her to be with
himself. There is a description of the heavenly home, and the glories that will
follow. She is thrilled with her letter and puts it away with a thankful heart.
At the earliest opportunity, next time they've formed camp, the wagons drawn
into a ring, she gets away and looks into her letter again; and it puzzles her,
all that middle section. Whoever is this woman in scarlet? Whatever is that
terrible beast? "I hope I don't meet him", she thinks. Day after day she puzzles
over the letter, and becomes more and more separated from the rest of the camp.
They wonder whatever is happening to her, until someone says "Look here, there
are a couple of Jesuit priests in the camp, why don't you go to one of them and
tell him what's troubling you?" She says, "Thank you, I think I'll do just
that."
She goes across to meet one of the Jesuit priests. He says he's been waiting for
her to come to him as he's seen that she's very troubled, and asks what it is
that she wants to say. "Well", she says, "it's like this - I have a letter..."
"You'd better give me your whole confession", he says, "then I can put you
right." "Oh no", she replies, "it's not that. It's a letter from my husband.
It's a beautiful letter but the middle part puzzles me so badly I can't make
head or tail of it."
He says "My dear, I know your husband quite well, and the leader of our
whole party knows him very well, he's one of his closest friends. So let me have
a look at your letter, I'll be able to explain it for you." So this Jesuit,
whose name happens to be Alcazar - he's a Spaniard - takes the letter and looks
at it. In due course he comes back to her and tells her there's nothing to worry
about as her husband was writing about the skirmishes with the Red Indians that
took place just as they were leaving New York, only the letter didn't reach her
in time.
When she requests her letter back, the priest replies, "Well, I don't think it's
good for you, it's obviously been making you ill" and it is with great
difficulty that she finally gets it back with half a promise not to read it any
more. But still she is not content. She thinks, "What on earth did my beloved
write this long letter to me for, if it was all about those few little fights
with Indians that we had at the beginning of our journey?"
Eventually she goes to the other Jesuit priest, whose name is Ribera, and tells
him the story and he again offers to hear her confession. She explains about her
letter and how the other priest said it covered things, which had already
happened, and she gives her reasons why she doesn't feel that's a sensible
explanation. He takes her letter, and when in due course he returns it, he tells
her that the middle part is all about the future - after her husband has met her
and taken her away. He says "You'll be raptured; I know it's not written plainly
in the letter, but then of course it's one of those letters; you'll be caught
away before any of these things happen."
"But what about the great beast that comes out of the sea?" she asks. "You'll
never see him, he lives in a lake on the far side of the Rocky Mountains. Now
come along and enjoy yourself with the rest of us."
So she thanks him and accepts this very reasonable explanation, especially on
such strong authority, and presently joins in the fun. There's a magnificent
woman in scarlet there, who introduces her to the leader of the group, who has
been longing to meet her. They have some grand parties together and soon she's
in the thick of the fun and wondering why she ever moped away trying to
understand that letter when it didn't really concern her at all.
She gradually forgets the promises she made to her beloved; they fade into the
background. She becomes more and more enamoured with the leader of the party. He
tells her about her husband and says, "In fact, I'm his very best friend, I know
all his secrets, and I'm here operating on his behalf so you can trust me." And
she does trust him, until one night after the revelry she's almost seduced, and
flees shaken and in tears. She rushes out to the perimeter of the camp and sees
against the skyline two men keeping guard. She watches them for some time and
then they see her and, drawing near, they say "You should be back in camp you
know, it's not safe for you out here."