I Hate Writing…

about politics these days because so much of the news is dismal and my soul is darkened when I wallow in the controversies of the world. Yet when I do speak, because sometimes it is a necessity, I try to speak for freedom, for that which would be good, for solutions, and hopefully not for the degradation of any person. Of course I fail at this sometimes and when this happens I need to step back, calm my passions, and focus on the things and the One that really matters.

That’s what really counts. I will speak for human dignity and freedom. I will seek justice as best as I can understand it. I will do my best to not harm or belittle anyone along the way.  Yet above all I hope to keep myself on the Beautiful Path that is the Christian life and help any others who might like to come along. Beyond specific issues I believe this is the best way to make any society better, to help the transformation of people from within by the grace of God in Christ.

Princes, rulers, governments, they come and go and are never a place to store ultimate trust. God and the life that God offers are what lasts and remains. I will speak and write of many things but cling only to that.

 

There is Nothing…

I want, Lord, so much as to know that you are with me and that I am in the place you wish me to be. Knowing this I can be anywhere. Without this knowledge I will be alone and fragile even in paradise. Yet my eyes are dim, my thoughts too, and more often than not I wander even when I know the way.Yet, still, do not forget me. Grant me even the slightest glimpse of your presence and I will run to that light without fear. Grant me to understand the path you have prepared and I will walk through any darkness. Only the sound of your voice and I shall be joyous.Only the touch of your garment and I will be made whole.Only the thought of you and I shall be at rest. Night is coming, it has already come. The darkness is alive and furious in anticipation of the morning.Yet if I am where you are and you are with me I shall be at peace, secure, as heaven watches over my journey home.

A Cautionary Tale…

Time does a lot of things, but in the parish setting anecdotal data tells me that the run-of-the-mill parish is more likely to remain insular than it is to choose to do things to make it more accessible to outsiders. It is the ambition of the parishioners that determines which route a given church will take. The soft phyletism of a parish that doesn’t announce its service times online (or in English), that performs those services almost entirely in another language, etc. has no methodology for taking in new members and few parishes have enough young children in attendance that they can replace their aging members as they pass on much less grow. Oddly, the same people who acknowledge they have something wonderful (e.g. the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church) are also befuddled by visitors.

Read more here.

The Rain…

has been coming down off and on for nearly a month. Everything is damp and the sky has been a gray iron helmet. When the sun comes it’s a tease, a few moments, an hour or two, and then the sky begins to weep again.

On the trip down to LaCrosse, Wisconsin this Sunday past the constant drizzle and drip forced its way into my thoughts. Windshield wipers scuffed back and forth. The road was shiny, glazed with water. Clouds rolled by like a monochrome wall. Surely the drought conditions of the year gone by were over. Now what falls from the sky is simply adding insult to injury, damp to dark, and purposeless wetting to what should be a beautiful day in June.

Except, of course, for the larger scheme of things.

I’m a creature who lives in moments, moments past and moments present. All I see is the rain. All I remember is the rain. All I ponder is that the rain will never stop. That this rain may actually be for years from now, an aquifer for some future dryness means nothing to me. That rivers need replenishing all the way down to the sea for people I do not know has not crossed my mind. That creatures other than myself may find not dreariness but abundant life in the waters falling from the clouds is not in my frame of reference.

But all of that and more is always present to God who causes the rain to fall on the just and the unjust. God is mindful of things in ways that I cannot comprehend. So the rain falls. I wait. Soon the sun will shine again for the same reasons the rain falls now, order, meaning, and purpose from the One who sees everything in its proper and timeless perspective.

Relics…

Although as a general rule Orthodox Christians do not “proof text”, that is take a selection of individual verses from the Bible to “prove” a particular doctrine, here are some passages from the Bible which do undergird the larger Orthodox understanding, forged not just from the texts but also from the lived experience of the Faith,  that the power of God is able to manifest itself, in certain circumstances, through either the remains of a holy person or objects that may have been touched by the holy person.

 

Once while some Israelites were burying a man, suddenly they saw a band of raiders; so they threw the main’s body into Elisha’s tomb. When the body touched Elisha’s bones, the man came to life and stood up on his feet. (2 Kings 13:21, NIV)

Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding to 12 years came up behind him [Jesus] and touched the edge of his cloak. She said to herself, “If I only touch his cloak, I will be healed.” Jesus turned and saw her. “Take heart, daughter,” he said, “your faith has healed you.” And the woman was healed from that moment. (Matthew 9:20-22, NIV)

People brought the sick into the streets and laid them on beds and mats so that at least Peter’s shadow might fall on some of them as he passed by… and all of them were healed. (Acts 5:15-16, NIV)

God did extraordinary miracles through Paul, so that even handkerchiefs and aprons that had touched him were taken to the sick, and their illnesses were cured and the evil spirits left them. (Acts 19:11-12, NIV)

 

While one may rightly object to the abuse of the practice of veneration of relics, it should also be noted that it is not without biblical precedent. It is also not without precedent in the larger human understanding. We often, as humans, cherish objects, for example, that have been given to us by those who have departed this life because we understand that a certain part of the person and their attributes remain with us in those objects. We obviously don’t and shouldn’t worship such things, but they do hold a cherished and venerable place in our hearts.  Historically, even in the earliest eras of the Faith Christian believers understood that the graces of God were so profound and powerful in certain people that they were holy, as it were, right down to the bone and that this holiness, because all true holiness is from God, is not ended by death.

 

A Snippet of Church History…

Written from a Roman Catholic understanding but this would also be shared by Orthodox. Hat tip to N. Begley.

“Some non-Catholic Christians urge that the whole Church went off the rails by about A.D. 95, and hence that ‘Church history’ is really the record of an immense botch. These Christians would urge that the Church of Jesus Christ, made up as she is exclusively of true believers, pursued its humble and obscure way in little assemblies here and remote groupings there, quite apart from the brontosaurian impostor that, early on, took unto herself the name of The Catholic Church.

The difficulty of maintaining this view arises from the nature of the topic itself. The Christian believers who were under the authority of the apostles and then under the bishops appointed by them understood this episcopal entity to be the Church. All the writings we have from the first and second century attest to this. If we will read the letters, sermons, and tracts of Ignatius and Clement and Justin and Irenaeus, we will find a church that, if she is not the Church, is certainly the only one anyone had any knowledge of. If we wish to forego any connection with this lineage, then we find ourselves obliged either to link ourselves with the Montanists, the Marcionites, or the Nicolaitans or to postulate some fugitive network of assemblies of which there is no record.”

(Thomas Howard, On Being Catholic, San Francisco, Ignatius Press, 1997, p.50-51). Paul Newcombe

Worth Considering…

 

via the Orthodox Way Facebook Page

Elder Paisios about patience, tomatoes, hormones and airplanes..

Geronda, why don’t we have patience today?

The current situation does not help people to become patient. In the past, life was peaceful and people were peaceful and had the endurance of the patient. Today haste has invaded the world and people have become impatient. In the old days people knew they could eat tomatoes by the end of June, for example, and they were not concerned about it. They would wait until August to eat a watermelon. They knew in what season they would eat melons of figs. But today they will import tomatoes from Egypt earlier rather than eat oranges which contain the same vitamins. You may tell someone, “Come on, why don’t you wait and find something else to eat now?” But no, he’d rather go to Egypt and get tomatoes. When people in Crete realized that, they started constructing hothouses in order to grow tomatoes faster. Now they construct hothouses everywhere in order to have tomatoes available in the winter. They will work themselves to death to build hothouses, to grow all kinds of foods and make them available throughout the year, so that people will not have to wait.

But let’s say that this is not that bad. But they go even further. The tomatoes are green in the evening and in the morning they have turned into plump red tomatoes! I scolded an officer of state once regarding this matter. “Having hothouses is one thing,” I said, “but using hormones to ripen fruits, tomatoes and so on, overnight, is going too far because people who are hormone sensitive will be harmed.” They have destroyed the animals too: chickens, cattle, they are all affected. They use hormones to make a forty-day old animal appear like it is six months old. Can anyone who eats this meat benefit from it? They give hormones to the cows and they produce more milk than the farmers can distribute to market. As a result, the prices fall and producers go on strike, they pour the milk on the streets and in the meantime, we drink milk with hormones. Whereas if we left everything the way God made it, all would go well and people would have pure milk to drink. Notice how hormones make everything tasteless. Tasteless people, tasteless things, everything is tasteless. Even life itself has no taste.

Nowadays, young people have lost their zest for life. You ask them, “What will give you peace?” “Nothing,” they reply. Such vigorous young men and nothing pleases them. What has happened to us? We believe we will correct God with our inventions. We turn night into day, so that the hens will lay eggs! And have you seen these eggs? If God had made the moon shine like the sun, people would have gone mad. God created the night so that we may take some rest, and look at us! We have lost our peace of mind. The hothouses, the use of hormones in produce and in animals have made people impatient. In the old days, we knew that we could reach a certain place on foot in a certain amount of time. Those with stronger legs would get there a bit sooner. Later, we invented carriages, then cars, airplanes and so on. We try constantly to discover faster and faster means of transportation. There is an airplane which covers the distance between France and America in three hours. But when someone goes from one climate to the other with such great speed it’s not good, even the sudden change of time itself can be confusing. Hurry, hurry…Gradually man will enter a projectile and with the squeeze of a trigger, this projectile will be launched only to burstopen at some point and allow a madman to emerge! Where is all this taking us? We are heading straight to the madhouse!

-Elder Paisios of Mount Athos, Spiritual Counsels, With Pain and Love for Contemporary Man

Woke Up This Morning…

with My Mind on Jesus.

Well, woke up this mo’nin
With my mind, stayin’ on Jesus
Woke up this mo’nin
With my mind, stayin’ on Jesus
Halleluh, halleleluh

Well, singin’ an prayin’ with my
Stayin’ on, Jesus
Singin’ and playin’ with my mind
Stayin’ on

Well, stayin’ and playin’
Halleluh, halleluh

Well, walkin’ an talkin’ with my
Stayin’ on
Walkin’ an talkin’ with my mind
Stayin’ on, Jesus

Halleluh, halleluh

Well, singin’ and prayin’
Stayin’ on, Jesus
Singin’ an playin’ with my mind

Halleluh, halleluh.