Christian Patriotism: a Sermon on S George's Day

The Tyndall Sermon for the Armourers and Braziers Company preached at the church of  S Margaret Lothbury on the Feast of S George, 23 April 2024



The Will of Roger Tyndall, Citizen and Armourer, 1589:

… and also to procure yearly, on the feast-day of St. George the Martyr if it be not a fish-day, and if it be a fish-day then the next Sunday or Monday after that, a godly sermon be made in the forenoon of the same day in the parish Church of St. Dionise Backchurch [Now in S Margaret Lothbury] by a godly learned preacher of King's College in Cambridge, [or some other godly preacher] at which sermon the livery of the said company, or the greater part of them, to be present in their liveries, they to give the said preacher for preaching the said sermon 6s. 8d., and also to have him with them from the said Church to their common hall to dinner if he will go.


John 1:46 Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?


“S George for England!” we used to cry, innocent and unabashed in our patriotism; but just now the spectre of populist nationalism stalks the world, we are unsure of our response. Loud voices wrap themselves in the flag and incite hatred in the name of making our nations great again. Equally loud voices tell us that patriotism is dangerous, that love of our nation is hatred of other countries, the beginning of racism and oppression.

Many images of S George placed in churches
after the First World War were, like this one,
 portraits of soldiers who had been killed

Nazareth! Can anything good come from there? We don’t know the tone of voice in which Nathaniel made his remark. It might have been the happy rivalry of good friends: as Armourers and Braziers might wonder if anything good can come of the Blacksmiths. Or maybe it was a bit more freighted, as when they ask in Tottenham if anything good can come from the Arsenal. Or was it altogether a different thing, as when Kyiv asks if there is any good in Moscow, or when Theran glowers at Jerusalem.

Roger Tyndall’s bequest gives us the opportunity to seek out a Christian patriotism – to learn that it is precisely by a healthy love of our nation that we can learn better to fulfil the command of the Lord to love our neighbour.

Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph. This passage of Scripture is from the fist chapter of S John, the opening part of which we read at carol services: In the Beginning was the Word – through Him all things were made and without Him was not anything made that was made… and the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us. …  and the chapter then follows on to our text: Jesus of Nazareth the son of Joseph. God, the Creator of all things, came among us in a family, in a place. Remember the little moment in the passion narrative when the servant girl from Jerusalem recognises Peter by his regional accent – surely you are one of them; you speak with a Gallilee accent. Then Peter replies, we may imagine as it were in broad Yorkshire, I don’t know th’ man.

We all have our settings, our places, our networks; and we are proud of them, because they contribute, for good or ill, to who and what we are.

The Lord came to us as we are. Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph”. His work was to offer Himself in sacrifice for the sins of the whole world. He did so as a Galilean; the titulus over the cross says as much: Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews. But already this is widening the locus of His offering: King of the Jews. What was the vocation of Israel but to be the means of salvation of the whole world? This is the burden of those readings from Isaiah we have in the nine lessons and carols: unto us a Son is Given, and the government of the nations will be upon his shoulders. His sacrifice is for the sins of the whole world. But it is made specific, more direct, more personal, because He who prayed for those who nailed Him to the cross was a Nazarene praying for Roman Auxiliaries. This salvation offered to all the world encompasses the realities of our little, local, mortal loyalties.

True patriotism will lead us on from love of our own family and association, love of our own nation and people, to love of the neighbour we do not know, to love of the one who is not like me.

Another time or over lunch we can have a happy discussion about the history of S George. Maybe he was the martyr of 250s listed in a seventh century chronicle; or the Christan Roman Tribune martyred under Diocletian in AD 303; or, as Gibbon claims with splendid invective in the Decline and Fall, actually a heretic Bishop of Alexandria whose corruption upset everyone and who was lynched by an angry mob in 359. It’s all fascinating: but for now the significant thing about having George as our patron is that he encapsulates the point that when it is conformed to the Christian love of God and neighbour, love of one’s own nation widens to love of others.

The legend of the dragon is that George was passing through what was to him a foreign country, and was doing a service for those not of his own community when he conquered the evil personified in the beast with the sign of the cross and his own courage – doubtless protected by fine armour.

George came to us likewise: though he might have been Syrian or African or Roman he was certainly not English. He came to us, foreigners as we are to him, with the armour of Jesus of Nazareth and His cross which George had on his flag and which we took as our banner. His general fame in the Christian East meant his devotion came to us from Cappadocia or Georgia well before the conquest. He grew in our affections as a result of a vision of him at the liberation of Antioch in 1098; and because of the devotion of Edward III and Henry V who were seeking his patronage as much in order to be Kings of France as of England. Then in the 18 Century we had Hanoverian monarchs who shared his name to whom we showed our loyalty by dedicating our new churches to their eponymous patron. So George, our English Patron Saint has always been for us a reminder that true patriotism leads us abroad.

And not just abroad, but to the true patria – the home which is for us all, the home in heaven. For as Sir Cecil Spring Rice’s great hymn which we have just sung reminds us, if we love our own country with the sacrifice that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best, then we will be led to another country, whose armies we may not count and whose King we may not see, whose ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. Nazareth! Can anything good come from Nazareth? Come and see.


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