Wisdom…

“We cannot ask God and His holy saints that they remove all the difficulties from our missionary road and everything that causes us moral suffering. We can only pray that He help us carry the cross, and enable us to survive the difficulties and sufferings that await us on our missionary road. Our service is giving birth to spiritual children for God; and what birth is not accompanied by pain? And for this we must be prepared in advance. But we have a source of great consolation. To serve with energy and success we must have confidence beforehand that our labor is not in vain and that our work will be crowned with success.”

(St. Nicholas of Japan)

On Food and Thoughts…

What we eat becomes part of us, for good or ill. It can bring health and it can cause damage. This is why we have labels on food so we know what it is we’re consuming and make choices.

In the same way, the thoughts we allow into our lives, the images that become our focus, the ideas and concepts upon which we dwell, can become part of, as it were, our soul and transform us.

In our culture there are so many images of things that are dark, sad, unholy, and given to our baser instincts (after all there’s a lot of money to be made on baser instincts) that it can be overwhelming to try to guard our eyes and our thoughts from such things. They come at us as from every angle and they are, sometimes it seems, omnipresent.

Perhaps it is one of the martyrdoms of our time to attempt to stand in the face of such a flood and choose to fill our hearts and minds with that which is holy and good. It takes deliberate and conscious effort and often profound struggle to be that kind of person, a person who stands in a world of darkness with a heart only for the Light. Yet, I suppose if we’re going to be anything like what God wants us to be, stand we must.

 

The Journey Continues…

I received a phone call yesterday from OCMC (Orthodox Christian Mission Center) asking me to consider if I could move my participation in a Uganda Health Team from mid August to early September. It was for a good reason, they had health care practitioners that could only make it for the mission team at that time. I, however, could not.

It isn’t a complete loss because I simply moved my application and my funding to place me in Tanzania later this year, helping the local clergy and sharing the Faith. Yet it was kind of disappointing as well because I had prayed, fundraised, prepared, planned, researched, and sent letters overseas in the hope that in just a few weeks I would be in Uganda. A part of my heart was already there. I thought the hand of God was in this.

So now comes the task of untangling myself and rearranging all the details. It can be done. I’ve done it before. I’m grateful for the quick assistance of my Senior Priest and Bishop who enabled me to make a quick decision by their blessing. OCMC will change all the travel arrangements. No money will be lost. Good work will still be done. The next months will be spent learning about Tanzania, picking up some of the language, and finding out how I need to serve.

I may, however, never know the movements of God behind all of this. Originally I had hoped to go to Ghana and then a pregnancy in my office changed the whole schedule and rerouted me to Uganda where everything was ready to go until the last minute. Then it changed. It is, as we Orthodox like to say, a mystery and the answer may never come.

Yet I need to trust that the hand of God is working in my life even if I don’t always see it or understand the specifics. Perhaps I’ll know in time. Perhaps not until that day. Still, there is a reason and all I can do is pray and take one step in front of the other.

The next week brings the untangling process. I’ll need to rearrange the travel insurance. There’s a Metropolitan Bishop in Uganda to whom I have to send my regrets. I have to check the paperwork and relearn details.  On the whole I would rather have been on cruise control in these coming weeks. Now I need to start over.

Yet, its not my will but God’s be done and one step in front of the other.

The Pope Says…

that work and business free Sundays are a good idea for the faithful and non faithful.  He’s right. Even if you don’t take time off for religious observances on Sunday, a day free from business and hard work is recuperative, strengthening, and helpful. Those old “Sabbath” laws have, I believe, a basis not just as spiritual exercises but as a good for the sake of the whole human being. Work? Yes. But not all the time, ever day, and everywhere.

I do remember as a child noticing that almost everything was shut down in my hometown in Wisconsin on Sundays. Basic services like police, fire, and hospitals were, of course, up and running but not much else. I’m not sure that even all of the gas stations were open. Sunday was a church day, a family day, a day to exhale from the past week and rest for the one to come.

Fast forward to now where commerce and business is a 24 hour a day, seven days a week, proposition. We chase money all day, every day, and never seem to have any time to catch our breath. Even Orthodox Christians will keep the shop or restaurant open on Sundays, sometimes skipping Liturgy and valuable rest to squeeze out another dollar or two from the public. Why? I suppose because that’s the prevailing wind these days but sometimes the crowd is wrong and even the breeze that blows strongest is a foul one.

God asked us to take a day to rest. No, as Orthodox Christians we are not obliged to be as specific and detailed about the whole thing as our Jewish ancestors decided to be. Yet, the principle still remains. Take a day to rest, to make room for God, to be with those who are closest to you. A hundred years from now nobody will care that your place was opened up on Sunday, but giving time to things that matter, the things eternal, will make a difference now and bless you forever.

Mindful Meditation…

is good for you, so the article says. Well, we Orthodox Christians have been “mindfully meditating” for over 2000 years and have a very well developed tradition in this area. One of the great tragedies in our Faith  is that so many Orthodox have less than a clue about the rich meditative tradition of their own Faith. They will seek out gurus, yoga teachers, pundits, and new age practitioners unaware of the deep riches into which they were baptized. The very things they will pay money to discover are those things which Orthodox Christian Faith has given away to seekers since Christ walked the Earth.

Cleaning out books…

today as part of a general cleaning of the house. It truly is good to live with as few possessions as possible yet the thinning out of books is also an exercise in the bittersweet.

I have books from my childhood and they, for the most part, will stay. Far more than books they are physical reminders of my own history and even though I’ve not read some of them for decades I remember their tales and don’t want those memories to slip away.

Yet I’ve changed and the passing of the books from my life reflect that change. Things important to me “then” are not longer so. I’m in the same body but a much different person than I was in the years those books were part of my life. Theology, pastoral care, apologetics, ministry, even literature have been caught up in the swirl of my own evolution. What was necessary then doesn’t seem so necessary now. What was orthodox then is no longer Orthodox now and my bookshelf reflects this.

Part of me, of course, hates to give up any book just on principle. I still have, and probably will always have, a collection of various Bibles rescued from some place or another. I simply don’t know, for sure, how to give such a book a dignified exit. Yet I don’t feel the need, as well, to carry every book from every part of my life along with me for the rest of the journey. Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful for their presence and have enjoyed the part they played in my life. Yet, even they are not eternal and to get where I need to go I need to lighten my load.

So, goodbye to some of my good friends, the books that have gone with me through this life. You aren’t garbage and your destiny is to be recycled back into paper so you can emerge, if the fates allow, as a book in your next life, someone else’s treasure and memory. I needed you and loved you then, and in a way I always will.  Yet there’s miles to go, for me, and the older I get the less of the physical world I want to carry on my shoulders. Heaven is out there and some day I’ll need to fly.

Here’s the Bad News…

Life as a Christian is tough and probably going to get tougher. If you wish to be an observant Christian in this culture you’re going to struggle, face temptations and challenges, endure the hardships of being a perpetual outsider, and be constantly faced with the sins of the world and your own.

The days of easy culturally accepted Christian Faith are over, have been for some time. In the years to come there will be fewer places to run, fewer places to hide, and even the most benign forms of observant Christianity will increasingly be seen as a public scandal. You’ve been warned. Prepare for it now, not like some sort of “prepper” hiding out in the woods waiting for an apocalypse but rather by increasingly cultivating within yourself a prayerful, peaceful, and holy life, a life centered on Jesus Christ.

Now here’s the good news.

As things darken the contrast  between light and dark will grow. The good in you, if it is the good of God, will shine brighter than ever as the world around you grows more bleak. In this contrast, vividly displayed in our own lives, will be a message for those many who are looking to escape the madness of our times. It won’t be a message of superiority, of self-righteousness, of uncritical judgment, or of false holiness, but rather an invitation, couched in the moments of your life, to encounter the living Christ who is, was, and always will be the Light of the world.

There will be more dark times ahead but it is the darkness before morning. We humans are stubborn, incorrigible, and full of ourselves. Trials, large and small, may sometimes be the only way God can get our attention and draw us from the sickness of the world to the life He wishes us to share with Him. If we cannot learn by being wise we often learn by experiencing struggle, the results of our own inclinations that God can use for the greater and eternal good. Yet God is still God and the Light that He shines in the world, and the people who struggle to keep that Light alive in themselves, will never ultimately perish from the Earth.

This is no time for fear, this is, rather, a time to respond to the world we see around us by drawing closer to God. As we do this we ourselves will change, and, in time, so will this desperate world. In Christ, by Christ, and with Christ we are the revolution we’ve been waiting for.

 

Shirking Our Duty…

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Did you know that there was a time when you could buy firearms right from the Sears catalog? Anecdotally I have heard that in the earlier part of the 20th century one could purchase dynamite at the local hardware store. One would think, then, that the culture would be full of violence and mayhem, school shootings, and teenagers blowing each other up and away on street corners. After all, back in the “old days” all you needed to do was show up with money in hand at your local hardware store and walk away with a pistol, no questions asked.

Yet it didn’t happen. Why?

Because people were different. Yes there were criminals back then and violent people as well. Yet there was something more that kept the whole thing from turning into the chaos we often see in our present. There was, even if people didn’t always follow it, a larger moral, and dare I say Christian, consensus about right and wrong.

Sears could send you a military grade pistol because it was also understood that the person who purchased it more than likely understood what “Thou shalt not kill…” meant. There was a consensus that doing harm to another was something that, for normal people, was an option only in the gravest of conditions. For that small community of people who chose to ignore that consensus justice was swift, sure, and sometimes harsh. Beyond the specific laws themselves there was a moral world that often and largely stayed the hand of evil even when law enforcement was not present.

Fast forward to today. We have laws beyond laws, a police presence that is growing more militarized every day, and still more violence than we ever thought possible. Cameras are everywhere and people are killing each other on the street. Why? The answer is simple. We’ve lost the moral consensus.

A child growing up today will see thousands of shootings and killings on TV, many of them simply gratuitous exercises of people blowing each other away for the reasons of a moment. They will see their own government using death and destruction as the first response to international crisis. They will bathe themselves in a culture that sees people from before they are born as disposable. They will steep in a consumer culture that sees no value in anything or anyone that cannot provide the next “fix” of happiness. As they grow up in this self-centered and empty world they will also have no larger moral guidance to help them steer their way through the challenges because the idea of any kind of truth beyond the person has been relegated to the collective ash heap as a sign of a primitive past. Then we wonder why people pick up guns in a way the vast majority of people even 50 years ago would have never considered and kill a classroom of their peers or “put a cap in the ass..” of some guy in the street who is wearing the wrong color.

Here’s a secret. If you want to turn a culture into some kind of pagan war zone the first thing you need to do is compromise the churches. And its our compromises that have helped our culture become this mess. We have given in, in ways large and small, to the spirit of the age. We’ve failed to teach. We’ve failed to lead. We have failed to serve. We’ve failed to be the salt and light we were called to be and people, even people with no religion at all, are feeling the consequences. There are whole denominations of Christians who have abandoned nearly the entirety of their historic witness and embraced an easy consumer driven “relevancy” that little to do with the actual Christian Faith. Among the observant Christian communities there are many that, while retaining the dogmatic content of historic Christian Faith, are very much asleep, unwilling to wake up and see what is as obvious as the nose on their faces. Because we are not who we have been called to be the entirety of our culture has suffered, is suffering, and may die as we know it.

We, as members of the observant Christian community, have shirked our duty, content to be little boats floating on the waves of the culture convinced that by doing so we are safe. It was a lie then and it is a lie now and as the culture has abandoned the things we’ve taken for granted we’re going to discover that our safe compromises with the world are the deceptions that may one day overwhelm us. We’ll survive, of course, but not without great suffering.  Fire is harsh, yet it will burn away the extraneous and reveal the pure.

Still, there is hope. We need a generation of observant Christians who will give themselves entirely to God and actually live, in every realm of their life, the Faith. Could it be that in the events we see around us that God is calling His people to a rediscovery of the grace, the love, the power, and the holiness of the Faith. In the face of the world around us our enemies would have us despair, withdraw, and give up the fight. “All is lost” they will say. “You’re on the wrong side of history” they will proclaim. The temptation to give up and go along to get along is strong. Yet even now there are lights being kindled in the present darkness, people who are seeing the world and the people around them with God’s eyes, the eyes of Faith. Even now there are people who, somewhere deep in their heart, are being asked by God to live lives of love of neighbor, service to the least of these, joyous holiness, and fervent dedication to eternal truth. As these lights are kindled those who are slaves in darkness will see and be drawn to it. Person by person, moment by moment, the great pain of our time will be turned to joy, our promiscuities to holiness, and our futilities to enlightened purpose.

We can be saved, but for this to happen so much has to change, and soon.