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our country, our culture, is in moral crisis. I see it every day and part of me dreads what new lows to which we may yet sink. Yet this I do know. The task of changing this to the better is not a task for kings and princes. They are already compromised. It may not even be a task for religious leaders because many, even in unexpected places, have sold their inheritance for a bowl of this world’s pottage.
Two things present themselves. The first is the call of God in all of this. We cannot go back to some mythical yesterday and live our lives in dreams. The world we have around us is the world as it actually is. We need, as Christians, to see the events around us as a call from God to wake from our slumber and realize that for the sake of the love of God and neighbor we must always commit ourselves to be who we claim to be. If we are not who we claim to be than how will those looking for help know if there is an alternative to what they see around them? How deep the hopelessness must be for people who see everything in decay around them and no way out. Jesus is the way out and we are the ones who need to present Him to the world in thought, word, and deed. Even if it is actually the end of the world, and no one but God knows this for sure, we are still not exempt from being a witness until the very moment of the angel’s trumpet.
Second, we need to do God’s things in God’s way. For too long we’ve played the world’s game of politics and economy as our path and we shouldn’t be surprised we’re losing because the game was rigged from the beginning. As Christians we live in many kingdoms but we belong to only one, the Kingdom of God and how we act in the world has to be on its principles if we are to succeed. The time of idolizing nations and institutions of power and wealth is long past. They are only tenants on this world. When we seek the Kingdom everything else will find its true place and order.
It’s possible that things are going to get tougher for observant Christians of all kinds in the near future. We may rediscover we really are pilgrims and strangers on this planet. The depths of our faith may be tested. Deviance will become normal and those who attempt to live righteously will be identified as deviants. What did we expect? Jesus told us that if the world hated Him they would also hate us. Such a day may be coming. Such a day, in part, may already be here.
Yet don’t be afraid. It is also possible that God sees in this generation a people holy and wholly up to the task of being His in a dark world. There are lights among us, lights that can only be discovered and lit by the encroachment of shadows, lights that will draw strength from the Light which is never overcome. Prepare, be ready, but do not be terrified. The hostility of the world is a sign that they cannot win by conversion so force must be applied. The night is desperate because it knows morning is coming.
Remember Gideon.
Vestments can be expensive and no vestment is more personal to a Priest or Deacon than the cassock. It can be worn in many different circumstances and in some ways is the “signature” vestment of an Orthodox Priest. For years I have either not had one or used hand me downs that worked but were ill- fitting. God has blessed us with a little extra money and today I have purchased this cassock. After all what do Priest’s do with extra money? Buy books and vestments! It’s style is Bulgarian I like the lines and added a few extras like a pocket (you never know when you need one) and some collar and sleeve embroidery. I like wearing a cassock at church because it reminds me of who I’m supposed to be and where it is I actually am. Yes, I am excited to get it because I truly enjoy one of life’s simple pleasures, getting a package in the mail.
From Fr. Guy Winfrey:
I’ve been reading the history of the Church of Holland recently. What strikes me is that political strength (whether of William of Orange or Obama) usually tends to duplicity and tyrannical use of power. The only place for Christians to stand is firmly in the Faith with humility, but with courage and strength. We cannot be silent to evils, nor slow to respond in love to those who are in need. But we would be foolish if we thought that we shall overcome the world’s misuse of power (which usually masquerades as love). We are not to surrender our struggle against the evils of this world, but we are not to place our hope here for we are Christians, not political parties. We struggle for the Kingdom of God.
winter has been going on and on. Snow is still on the ground. The temperatures are well below average. The sky is gray.
I’d like it to be over today or tomorrow at the latest. A week of 50’s and 60’s should do the trick. Just that should take out the snow, turn the grass green, and clean the alley of its frozen ruts. If I had my way that’s how I’d make things happen. Why not even throw a 70 degree day in for good measure?
Except I would be wrong.
We’ve had a lot of snow in the past month and the ground has been frozen since last November. If the snow melts in a few days the ground will still be cold and hard, unable to absorb the water. All the benefits of the moisture will be lost as it runs off the lawn and into the ponds and rivers without seeping in to nourish the anticipated spring growth. Worse yet, basements and streets will flood as the water makes its way downhill.
The best of all possible worlds is what’s happening right now. A slow rise in temperature allowing the ground to thaw and absorb the melting snow. Spring, even if its late, has to come on a larger schedule driven by forces beyond my desire. What I want and what is good are not always the same thing. Now if I can remember that for the rest of life I may become wise.
through western Wisconsin on an errand to and from New Richmond. The city itself is about twenty minutes from home, a quick ride sped along by the interstate. The atmosphere is rural but the Twin Cities is reaching in an embrace, and perhaps to consume. There are park and rides for commuters. Roundabouts have appeared on the formerly country roads to speed on the west bound commuters. Suburban homes are filling in fields. People are here to get away from it all and bringing everything with them. The demographers say this is one of the fastest growing counties in the state.
In a few years there will be a new four lane bridge across the St. Croix river to make it all happen even faster. Already the towns have coffee shops and Wal Marts and new schools are popping up to handle the expected arrivals. Old farmers are dying off and their land either becomes even a larger farm or a subdivision. It will be hard, perhaps, one day to see the sky full of stars as is only possible far from town.
Yet today was the calm before the storm. It was a day when people could still sleep with their doors unlocked and the clerk at the store didn’t sport the bored look of her urban counterpart. Still the wind can blow with the smell of cows. Still the snow stays white even on the side of the road. Still a cup of coffee was to be had at a restaurant that wasn’t anyone’s global franchise. Still it was good to be there.
Will we, my wife and I, join the folks who’ve already made the leap beyond the cities to this place? It wouldn’t be true to say we haven’t thought about it. Our neighbors garages have begun to sport grafitti. The streets in our neighborhood are rutted and worn. Last year someone left their gun in our alley. Sometimes the thought of a smaller place in the country sounds just about right.
Yet if we come will our arrival kill the very thing we hope to find? Will we find an empty spot and then fill it with more cars, more houses, and more people, until it looks like what we left? Will we become cynical and get while the getting is good only to turn around and join the locals to keep everyone after us out? Or is there something about salt and light in it all?
There are no answers yet. But the snow is beautiful, the towns along the road are at rest, and I am happy to be driving in the country. After that only God knows yet I thank Him for every moment that rushes past the car’s windows as we take it all in.
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