A Passionate Pilgrim:
reviewed by Ian Hunter
Episcopal Bishop James Pike may be a forgotten man today, but four decades ago he made a big splash in the ecclesiastical pond, albeit usually because of self-aggrandizing, sometimes heretical, remarks. David Robertson, the author of previous biographies of the slave rebel Denmark Vesey and of American Secretary of State James Byrnes, demonstrates in this carefully researched and lively biography that there was ever less to Bishop Pike than met the eye. More important, he traces, through one bishop’s career, the sad decline of the Episcopal Church to its present ribald state.
James Albert Pike was born on St. Valentine’s Day 1913, in Oklahoma. His father died when he was two, and thenceforth he was raised by a hard-working, indomitable, but sometimes smothering mother, Pearl, perhaps the only love that Pike never betrayed. Pearl was a Roman Catholic, and her son an altar boy before, quite suddenly at the age of 19, announcing that he had become an Episcopalian and she should too. She did.
Pike studied, and briefly practiced, law before deciding that he had a vocation. Since he was already twice married, his first brief (one-year) marriage had to be annulled, and Robertson suggests this was accomplished by subterfuge and incomplete disclosure.
Pike served as curate at a church in Washington, D.C., commuting regularly to New York to take classes at Union Theological Seminary, presided over then by Reinhold Niebuhr and Paul Tillich. Robertson points out that it is bootless to ask what influence such intellectual giants had on young Pike: “Other men’s ideas and beliefs were like a concave, silvered vessel that Pike occasionally held up to his eyes; all he usually saw were his own features, reflected and enlarged.”
Pike first came to public attention for belligerent rhetoric—from the pulpit and outside it— on the right. In 1947, just as the House Committee on Un-American Activities was getting underway, Pike captured headlines by denouncing the faculty of Vassar College as “Unitarian, humanist, materialist, and Marxist”; his evidence was little more than one Vassar girl’s essay questioning the Virgin Birth (a doctrine the radicalized Pike of the 1960s would repudiate with great fanfare). Then he called on Christian churches to purge Communists in their midst and do battle against “secular humanists.”
Pike’s notoriety increased following his appointment in 1952 as Dean of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York. He got the highly sought-after position thanks to influential friends in high Episcopal circles, particularly two bishops, Charles Gilbert and Horace Donegan.
Among other initiatives, Pike launched a weekly television show on ABC called Dean Pike, which soon eclipsed Bishop Fulton J. Sheen’s long-running Life Is Worth Living. The program made celebrities of Pike and his wife, Esther. They offered harmless chitchat about a topic, with Pike weighing in at the end to give what he called “a five-minute commercial for God.” Between 1952 and 1958 he also wrote seven books, including quite orthodox and widely read titles like Doing the Truth and Beyond Anxiety.
Never comfortable with Evangelicalism in any of its manifestations, Pike had spoken out, for example, against the practice of glossolalia or speaking in tongues. Any such manifestations of religious enthusiasm he condemned as “inconsistent with the sacramental theology of the Holy Catholic Church.” But things were to change.
Pike only gradually descended from this orthodox-sounding invocation to theological liberalism, then to gnosticism. Just when he became an outright heretic is difficult to pinpoint. As Robertson points out, he was an inveterate “trendy,” not wishing ever “to be even slightly behind the curve of a coming spiritual movement.” On the other hand, he often sounded orthodox; indeed, his last and fatal trip to Israel was undertaken so that he could walk where Jesus had walked.
Pike’s incessant womanizing and drinking caused ripples of concern in the church; still, in 1958 he was popular enough to be narrowly (by one vote) nominated to become Bishop of California (meaning the San Francisco area). By this time, he had publicly dispensed with the Virgin Birth, the Trinity, salvation by grace, and the uniqueness of God’s revelation in Jesus Christ. (Today this may sound unexceptional, but back then such heresies were not commonplace.)
He won the election, but the process was divisive. First, his slippery annulment of his first marriage became an issue, and then opposition to his increasingly heretical views coalesced.
In San Francisco, Pike proved a good fundraiser and a capable administrator. But his personal life was increasingly out of control; for example, he had a clandestine telephone installed in the bishop’s office for the exclusive use of whomever he was having an affair with.
Esther filed for divorce in 1965. A year later, his eldest son, Jim, committed suicide at age 20. A year after that, his secretary/mistress, Maren Bergrud, killed herself in his apartment by an overdose of sleeping pills. He dragged her comatose body down the hall to her own apartment, lied to the police, and destroyed evidence, but was sufficiently composed to conduct her funeral service a few days later.
On three separate occasions, a bill of particulars alleging heresy against Pike was presented at Episcopal synods, but on each occasion, the bishops elected to follow the path of compromise, and a full-blown heresy trial was averted.
Pike’s last sad years were consumed by spiritualism. Through several “mediums,” he attempted to communicate with his dead son and eventually persuaded himself that he had done so. By this time he had become an embarrassment, and when in 1968 he offered his resignation as Bishop of California, it was received with alacrity.
In April 1969 Pike made life even easier for his church by formally announcing he was leaving, calling the Episcopal Church (in a Look magazine article) “a sick—even dying—institution.” In this, at least, the bishop may be said to have been prophetic.
What should we make of Bishop James Pike?
Certain saints excepted, perhaps, any man’s life is a tangled skein of good and evil, right and wrong, darkness and light; that being so, it is churlish, perhaps uncharitable, to say that nothing so became Bishop Pike’s life as his leaving of it. But the circumstances of his death were, it must be conceded, highly unusual.
It was August 1969, the year of the moon landing. Fascinated by the news of a discovery of scrolls in a cave in the Qumran desert, Pike and his third and much younger wife, Diane, went to Israel and, against all advice, set out without a guide or adequate water to wander through the desert ravines around Wadi Mashash. They soon got lost. Diane eventually managed to walk out.
It took rescue parties five days to find Pike; he had apparently fallen from a canyon ridge about sixty feet onto a ledge. Baked in the merciless sun, his body was already in an advanced state of decomposition.
David Robertson has written a compelling, instructive account of a life ostensibly given up in the service of the church, but which will strike many readers as a tragic catalogue of squandered—or rejected—opportunities.
Ian Hunter is Professor Emeritus in the Faculty of Law at the University of Western Ontario. He is the author of biographies of Robert Burns, Hesketh Pearson, and Malcolm Muggeridge.
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