8 posts tagged “orthodox”
On my other blog, I posted a response to this question that someone asked me.
One of my favorite passages from The Brother's Karamazov occurs, ironically, during the sad grieving of Alyosha over the death of his beloved master, Elder Zossima. Alyosha is on his knees before the open coffin, while Father Paissy continuously reads the Gospels (usually the psalter is read, but in the case of a very holy man, one reads the Gospels).
As Fr. Paissy reads through the wedding at Cana, Alyosha begins to have a vision, the room widening and the scene from the Gospel playing itself out before him... and guess who's amongst the guests...
"But what's this, what's this? Why is the room growing wider?... Ah,
yes... It's the marriage, the wedding... yes, of course. Here are the
guests, here are the young couple sitting, and the merry crowd and...
Where is the wise governor of the feast? But who is this? Who? Again
the walls are receding.... Who is getting up there from the great
table? What!... He here, too? But he's in the coffin... but he's here,
too. He has stood up, he sees me, he is coming here....
Yes, he came up to him, to him, he, the little, thin old man, with tiny wrinkles on his face, joyful and laughing softly. There was no coffin now, and he was in the same dress as he had worn yesterday sitting with them, when the visitors had gathered about him. His face was uncovered, his eyes were shining. How was this, then? He, too, had been called to the feast. He, too, at the marriage of Cana in Galilee....
"Yes, my dear, I am called, too, called and bidden," he heard a soft voice saying over him. "Why have you hidden yourself here, out of sight? You come and join us too."
It was his voice, the voice of Father Zossima. And it must be he, since he called him!
The elder raised Alyosha by the hand and he rose from his knees.
"We are rejoicing," the little, thin old man went on. "We are drinking the new wine, the wine of new, great gladness; do you see how many guests? Here are the bride and bridegroom, here is the wise governor of the feast, he is tasting the new wine. Why do you wonder at me? I gave an onion to a beggar*, so I, too, am here. And many here have given only an onion each--only one little onion.... What are all our deeds? And you, my gentle one, you, my kind boy, you too have known how to give a famished woman an onion to-day. Begin your work, dear one, begin it, gentle one! Do you see our Sun, do you see Him?"
"I am afraid... I dare not look," whispered Alyosha.
"Do not fear Him. He is terrible in His greatness, awful in His sublimity, but infinitely merciful. He has made Himself like unto us from love and rejoices with us. He is changing the water into wine that the gladness of the guests may not be cut short. He is expecting new guests, He is calling new ones unceasingly for ever and ever...."
Something glowed in Alyosha's heart, something filled it till it ached, tears of rapture rose from his soul.... He stretched out his hands, uttered a cry and waked up."
So, why do I have an emotional reaction to this passage every time I read it?
Notes:
* - gave an onion to a beggar - this refers to another part of the novel, referring to an old Russian proverb wherein the guardian angel of someone in hell searches their life vigorously to find something good that might merit release from hell - and ends up finding no good act except that the person once gave an onion to a beggar... and that was enough to pull the person out (or at least to try). In the vision, the Elder equates his lifetime of holiness to the giving of one onion.
** - the picture is of Elder Ambrose, not the fictional Elder Zossima... though most believe that Dostoevsky patterned Zossima after an elder he'd befriended at the Optina monastery.
If you have not seen this movie yet, YOU MAY NOT WANT TO READ FURTHER, as I want to explore some particulars that you may prefer to draw your own conclusions about without predisposition.
If we believe comments on IMDB, the main character, Father Anatoly, is "played by unique and genius Russian actor/musician/now-hermit- Petr Mamonov. The movie actually reflects the real current life and spirituality of the actor."
As I prepared to return to work tomorrow, I was tempted to see that action as my version of hauling coal, the constant "obedience" of Fr. Anatoly. But with further reflection, I think the coal, and the shipwreck, and the rickety boardwalk that the near-monk built between his little island and the shipwreck, are all further symbols of the life he's repenting of. At the beginning of the film, the young Anatoly is found by Nazi's hiding in that same pile of coal, and he betrays his captain by revealing to the Nazi's where the captain is hiding in the coal. So to me the coal is basically the symbol of Anatoly's previous cowardice and betrayal, which he repents for throughout his life, while he at the same time converts the symbol of his shipwrecked life into heat for the church and monastery he now labors for. He daily walks that boardwalk back to the place of his failure, and hauls the remembrance of his shame back to the furnace where it's converted by fire into a service to God.
Stretching things a bit more, it occurs to me that the Nazi's at the beginning of the film, by ridiculing and debasing the young Anatoly, represent satan in the way he works constantly not just to prevent salvation, but to destroy human dignity. The captain, once his hiding place is betrayed, displays dignity in the face of imminent death (unlike Anatoly). I'm not sure what to make yet of his fate, though it's interesting to contrast how his life turns out with that of Fr. Anatoly. The captain develops into one who has all the trappings of success, yet there are hints of fear in his life, having to carefully guard what he says amongst party operatives.
Getting back to Fr. Anatoly and the meaning of the coal and shipwreck... I'm a little confused, having read that one should not dwell on past sins, lest he be pulled back into them (maybe it was St. John of San Francisco?). If my take on the coal is right, then I'll have to figure out how one should balance a remembrance of past shortcomings for purposes of repentance with St. Paul's exhortation to forget what is behind and press on... But I've seen in the Lives of the Saints some hints of doing exactly what Fr. Anatoly is doing in the movie. It just seems significant to me that Fr. Anatoly lives in constant proximity to the shipwreck, and goes back to it everyday, and by the end of his life (while lamenting that his sins still weigh him down), has still not finished removing that pile of coal.
A final coal comment - I noticed that the abbot, Fr. Filaret, attempts to take on the same obedience for a while, but finds himself unable to do it. The film seems to highlight that Fr. Anatoly has to relieve Fr. Filaret of the wheelbarrow load. On the surface it seems that Fr. Anatoly is simply more fit for the work and used to it, but I think they're telling us that each one has to offer up his own failures in constant repentance. I can't do it like another, in part because my sin is unique and, from a centric perspective, greater than that of anyone else (as Fr. Hopko says, we are each the greatest of sinners, because we don't compare ourselves to each other - we just know).
I think the whole movie is full of these symbols, so I may need to watch it again before we start loaning it to friends.
By the way, I don't know how much of the movie is based on real people or real events, but I'm tempted to see Fr. Anatoly as a composite of two characters in Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamazov. He seems part (like one third) Elder Zosima, and part the "deranged" monk Fr. Ferapont who people are afraid of at the monastery. I might be totally off on this, but Fr. Anatoly was criticized for similar things that Elder Zosima was, and exhibited clairvoyance in very similar ways (the woman whose dead husband turned out to really be alive was similar to one who Elder Zosima counseled), and the "demons everywhere in the room" scene is similar to Fr. Ferapont's ravings in Karamazov. I hadn't respected the monk Ferepont, but will have to go back sometime after seeing Ostrov to see if he was in the part of a Holy Fool.
More later, God willing.
While in Salt Lake City last week (for the second time recently), as I walked down a street with my boss and a couplecoworkers, my boss remarked about a Catholic friend who was frustrated after moving to SLC by the lack of a Catholic church there. As we happened to be walking near Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church at the time, I told him that I had attended a vespers service there during my previous visit, and made a comment that it's not all Mormons in SLC, there is a strong Greek Orthodox presence.
He then mentioned another acquaintance who does financial seminars for churches, and how this person is now doing seminars on how to get men to come to church (like holding automotive repair classes), as most churches have a real problem attracting men.
At this point, we were interrupted by other business, and I didn't get to respond. If I'd been able (and maybe I'll still get the chance) I wanted to mention that attendance at the services is worthwhile and efficacious because of the sacraments, it's not just about the songs and sermons he once was used to.
But any such explanation from me would have fallen woefully short of the way I read about it today, from St. Maximus the Confessor*. He says we should always be in the services...
"...because of the holy angels who remain there, and who take note each time people enter and present themselves to God, and they make supplications for them; likewise because of the Grace of the Holy Spirit which is always invisibly present, but in a special way at the time of the holy synaxis. This Grace transforms and changes each person who is found there, and in fact remolds him in proportion to what is more divine in him and leads him to what is revealed through the mysteries that are celebrated, even if he does not himself feel this because he is still among those who are children in Christ, unable to see either into the depths of the reality or the Grace operating in it, which is revealed through each of the divine symbols of salvation being accomplished..."
*Maximus Confessor, Selected Writings - as quoted in The Orthodox Liturgy, Wybrew
Among the most important events of the past hundred years has taken place in Moscow, Russia, with the reunification of the 1,000 year-old Russian Orthodox Church with the Russian Orthodox Church Outside Russia(ROCOR).
The reunification ends more than 80 years of painful separation that commenced with the communist takeover of Russia in 1917. Faithful Orthodox who fled the communist oppression formed ROCOR, while those who remained in country endured persecution while variously feigning obedience and carefully defying the regime, trying to keep the atheistic government from extinguishing Christianity as the lifeblood of the nation. After Christianity had been advanced from the great Patriarchates of Rome, Constantinople, Antioch, Jerusalem and Alexandria to the Slavic people by Sts. Cyril and Methodius, and the faith was embraced by Prince Vladimir over a millenium ago, the foundation was set for the center of Christianity to move to Moscow (the "third Rome") as muslims overran the other centers of the Faith. Orthodox Christianity was upheld from Russia as the Islamist assault continued - until western socialist ideals found root in Russia and the Church was split between those who fought and died locally and those who fought from abroad. The great reunification took place on the Feast of Ascension in Christ the Savior Cathedral in Moscow, was broadcast nationally, drew enormous crowds of weeping and cheering Christians in Russia, and was praised by Orthodox jurisdictions throughout the world and by the Roman Catholic Church. The historic event did not receive attention in America.
In other world news, after Roman Catholics in Italy learned of a proposal to
In our final news story, with the passing of televangelist Jerry Falwell, the predominantly protestant United States claimed again to be the bastion of Christianity on earth.
I loved "The Matrix". When I first saw it, I thought the way it dealt with the un-realness of our visible world was insightful, especially since at that time I was becoming familiar with Kabbalah and its' possible connections to early Christian mysticism. Sparks of life from the One, shattered and now trapped in earthen material as the One "contracted" Himself to make such a thing as space, where such a thing as matter could exist where previously only He existed.
I thought the Matrix was a fun way of playing with the idea of a reality different than what we see (particularly since one could be so much more capable in this pseudo world if he understood). Looking past the ugliness of the "real" world in Matrix, the movie could be used to illustrate to me my understanding of the distinct world of matter vs. the distinct world of spirit. Partly because of Jewish mystical thought (or so I thought), I began to view the idea of these two worlds as a false dichotomy, and to see a continuum of real and hyper-real, that I now recognize as a Platonic Idealism.
Today, though I feel more acutely my naivety than I used to, I've come to believe that all we see is is real (not well understood, but real), and all we don't see is real (and even less understood). That neither is "more" real than the other. That if there is a continuum, the gradations are only layers of clothing, as it were, concealing the Uncreated Light of the Divine Energies, the manifestations of God*.
The best illustrations are the Light of Tabor seen by the apostles during the "Transfiguration", and the fire of the burning bush that Moses saw. St. Maximus the Confessor sees in Moses' life the model for us all. Having turned his back on satan, having killed off all ties to his previous lifestyle, he went further - living an ascetic life in the desert, and figuratively shepherding every passion until all were directed toward God, to the point that finally he saw the fire within the bush. Not that it was an unreal or even unnatural phenomenon, but that he actually beheld the Energies of God as uncreated light, as the fire inherent within the bush - which after all is an extension of God. How in fact can there be a material world distinct from the One Who fills the universe, "Who are everywhere and fillest all things" as we say.
Just a thought.
If we are to say we're not gnostic, that God is the creator of matter as well as spirit and therefore the body is good as the spirit is good, then why did so many of the Orthodox Saints mortify their bodies and work so hard to deny physical needs?
I found enlightenment at Dr. David Bradshaw's emerging web site: http://www.uky.edu/~dbradsh/
In a talk Dr. Bradshaw presented at Asbury College, he said,
"I am sure you are all aware of the commandment of St. Paul to "make not provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof". You are probably also aware that the flesh is not the body... Perhaps the simplest way to understand flesh is that it is self-love. It is our innate tendency to seek our own comfort and security rather than acting, feeling, and thinking in a way that is permeated with the love of God. It manifests itself through the whole range of sins and passions: hatred, anger, gluttony, lust, sloth, and all the others.
Now the Fathers were well aware that the flesh is not the body. However, they thought that the surest way to conquer the flesh is, in fact, by disciplining the body. The reason is that the flesh manifests itself at the most elemental level as love for one's own body. To meet it on it's own turf, so to speak, one must confront the body and it's power of domination. This does not mean neglecting the body. lt means habitually denying one's bodily urges and replacing them with urges of the spirit.
The desire for food must be met by fasting.
The desire to let the mind coast... must be met by prayer and study of Scripture.
The desire for sleep must be met by vigils.
The desire for physical security must be met by almsgiving.
The desire for distraction and idle chatter must be met by silence and solitude.
And all of this must be done regularly enough that you actually WANT to pray more than you want to plop down in front of the TV.
This is very difficult. It is especially difficult to be done alone. That is why practices such as communal prayer and regular periods of fasting were so important in the early Church. Difficult though it may be, ascetic struggle is necessary if ones most basic habits and inclinations are to be reoriented away from love of self and toward love of God."
This makes sense to me. May God grant me the fortitude to follow in the example of the saints, who mortified the flesh and gained Christ.
From theologian and professor Olivier Clement in his "On Human Being - A Spiritual Anthropology", who is helping me to re-understand what Christianity really is from the viewpoint of the Fathers...
"Our whole spiritual progress is a 'search for the place of the heart'. Little by little, the conscious self frees itself from idols, strips away the dead layers and illusions, and 'descends', like Psyche holding a lighted lamp, into the dark crypt of the heart. Sanctuary, crypt and tomb become the bridal chamber, the 'heart-spirit' is remade in the fire of grace, it trembles with joy, it bursts into flames, the world and humanity are in it, and already Christ comes again in glory.
This life-giving discipline is that of the beatitudes: self-denial, love in action, tears of grief and wonderment dissolving the heart of stone."