The air is cool tonight…

and children wander the streets in costume. The game is on TV but its just sound and noise. Everything that matters is far away and lost in time.

I’m back home, a child again in Wausau, running from house to house collecting candy. Laughter floats in the air and neighbors pretend they don’t know who we are. Tomorrow is school and stories of the collection, but tonight is about magic of a kind found only in an innocence lost and far away.

Too soon the world comes, a ghoul without a mask. Too soon cool nights become winter. Too soon we find ourselves far away from the child within. The world of deadlines and jobs and the knowledge of good and evil keeps pushing backward through time and we are caught up in it before we notice. The child, the hometown, the friends forever all gone.

It’s all I can do this Halloween night to stop from driving my car east and seeing if anyone is still home. A fool’s errand for sure because the world is the world and there are no magical nights left for anyone, even children. Yet for the sake for the sake of the dream. For the sake of the dream…

Some thoughts…

I’m tired, sad, perplexed, sometimes angry, and not a whole lot make sense right now. I wish things were different but they’re not. In other words I’m grieving.

Yet I’m not going to give up on Orthodoxy. I’m not going to stop serving where I can. Even if I’m not sure which people I can trust I know I can trust God. Though I’m not sure I like Church right now I know where its been and where, eventually, it is going and so I hope to stay close. Somewhere along the line the things which look so dark and hazy at the present will clear up and the best I can do right now is keep my face towards the Light and try to move towards morning.

I’ve been serving people in ministry for a quarter century and I can only think of a few times that I have felt as overwhelmed as these past days. Yet I know from all those years that God’s good cannot be denied and weeping may endure for the night but joy comes in the morning. I’m learning again that princes of any kind are seldom worth my complete trust but God is and in my prayers, my silences, my perplexities, my angry moments and whatever is to come there will be a still small voice with the directions to help me find my way home.

Lord give me the faith to see wherever You are and the courage to follow.

Another Childhood Hymn…

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

From Stephen Crane…

A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A forgotten sky of bashful blue.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men —
A cluttered incoherency that says at the stars:
“O God, save us!”

A Little Prayer…

by Robert Service…

Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things –
The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
Cloud-dappled skies, the laugh of limpid springs,
Drowned sunbeams and the perfume April blows;
Bronze wheat a-shimmer, purple shade of trees –
Let us be thankful, Lord of Life, for these!

Let us be praiseful, Sire, for simple sights; –
The blue smoke curling from a fire of peat;
Keen stars a-frolicking on frosty nights,
Prismatic pigeons strutting in a street;
Daisies dew-diamonded in smiling sward –
For simple sights let us be praiseful, Lord!

Let us be grateful, God, for health serene,
The hope to do a kindly deed each day;
The faith of fellowship, a conscience clean,
The will to worship and the gift to pray;
For all of worth in us, of You a part,
Let us be grateful, God, with humble heart.

On Bishop Mark…

There are many things that I admire about Bishop Mark but among the chief is that it seems to me he truly believes the Church should be what what it claims to be “One, Holy, Catholic, Apostolic” and Orthodox in the best sense of the word. Any group of people with enough money can put up a Cathedral, but people like Bishop Mark are numbered with those who build a Church. Axios!

Wisdom from St. John of Kronstadt…

“There is nothing impossible unto those who believe; lively and unshaken faith can accomplish great miracles in the twinkling of an eye. Besides, even without our sincere and firm faith, miracles are accomplished, such as the miracles of the sacraments; for God’s Mystery is always accomplished, even though we were incredulous or unbelieving at the time of its celebration. “Shall their unbelief make the faith of God without effect?” (Rom. 3:3). Our wickedness shall not overpower the unspeakable goodness and mercy of God; our dullness shall not overpower God’s wisdom, nor our infirmity God’s omnipotence.”

A Letter to our Bishops…

As you gather together in the coming weeks and months I’ve been wondering what I would say to you if I was invited to join in on the discussions. A few things crossed my mind and so I decided to, as it were, take pen to paper.

First, I, and we, are praying for you. Not just in the cursory sense, a promise made simply to get someone off our back, but really and truly. It seems simultaneously the least and most important thing we can do. We trust you are listening to the Holy Spirit and just in case we also are in prayer to ensure that this is so.  Despite the grumbling and groaning from below the truth is that we really do care about you and wish you many years of rightly dividing the word of truth. We, in fact, are counting on you for this  and so we pray.

Next I want you to know that whatever it is you decide to do is not simply about technicalities and obscurities in the Scriptures and canons, it will affect us. In fact what you do is more than simply making decisions, you set the tone for the environment in which we live, work, and find our meaning, the Church. When you are in pain we are in pain. When you struggle we struggle. Discord in a Synod can easily become discord among us all, and when you are in peace and full of grace we rest in that as well. As you pray and deliberate don’t forget about us, the folks you don’t always see, the ones outside the circles of influence who’ve put our hands and our hearts in your care. We’re trusting you to do the right things so please don’t let us down.

Please also understand that we watch you, like children watch their parents, for direction in how we ourselves should be. Words are important but conduct speaks louder than words. We know when someone says “Do as I say but not as I do” and our hearts struggle with this. We also know what genuine holiness is and we are innately drawn to it. Help us to follow you for the sake of the holiness. We know you are human but we need to see at least a passion for something higher and better so we, too, can be the same.

Finally, don’t forget the future. Every time you sit together not only are the saints of history with you but the saints to come as well. Its easy to fall into the trap of pondering just a moment, we do it all the time, but children yet unborn are counting on us and you. And the larger future is the accountability we all will face. Help us to face the great judgment seat of Christ and we will do our best to help you as well. We desire your memories to be eternal and good, help us.

The truth is that we love you even if we complain  sometimes. You matter to us and we hope that we matter to you as well. We admire your selfless service. We are blessed by the gifts of the Holy Spirit that flow through you. We give you seats of honor because of the grace that you have been given and the grace you share. Our prayer is that this love encourages you in both good times and bad and that it would be the gift  we can return for all you have given us.

Until then we wait outside your door.

In Christ I remain Your servant,

Fr John Chagnon