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The end of Minor Clergy, the blog

Well, as anyone can plainly see, I haven’t done anything with this blog in well over a year, and precious little in the year before that. There is a reason, although you must decide if it is good or not.

I started this blog about five years ago, at about the same time I was tonsured as a reader in the Orthodox Church. It originally resided at a blog space called journalspace, and then migrated to the present site, changing names along the way. Still, the original name of minor clergy remained fully appropo, as I became successively a minor subdeacon, deacon and finally, this past May, the most minor of priests. The further along I went, the more I neglected the blog, as duties of one sort or another laid claim to my time. Not that I mind! It has been a wonderful journey, both terrible and awesome on the original sense of both words.

Which brings us to today. My bishop has been good enough to assign me to open a mission in Murphy, North Carolina, in the southern highlands. St. Nicholas Orthodox Church opened its doors in August of 2009. I cannot begin to say how gratifying this work has been. Pray for us!

So the time has come to close down this blog, although I’ll leave it up to satisfy the incredibly huge number of people who come here in search of a good pumpkin cornbread recipe. But it is not the end of blogging. As an adjunct to our parish web page, you will find a blog, St. Nicholas in the Mountains. You are welcome to keep up with us and my occasional ruminations. Please visit!

And (in case you forgot) pray for us!

Photographs of the Ground Consecration

Thanks to Fred M. of our parish, we have wonderful pictures of the consecration of our new property for St. Elizabeth parish in Woodstock, Georgia.

It was a very cold morning. This picture shows the frost on the ground before the we started the consecration. The cross had been made by three men in our mission, and planted several days before.

Some deacon censes the cross, as Protopresbyter Michael Rosco, our Dean, patiently waits. In the back, you will notice the roof of a shed. Some in the parish are contemplating poultry raising as a fund raising project. Others are skeptical of the probability of success which the project might hold.

Part of the assembled crowd.

Father Rosco blesses the cross. Other clergy present include Fr. George Dursa, presently attached to the Greek Cathedral in Atlanta, Fr. Paul Stoll, parish priest of St. Elizabeth, and Fr. John Zyboyovski, pastor of Sts. Joseph and Andrew Orthodox Church in Asheville, North Carolina.

Father Rosco blessing the cross.

After the consecration itself, everybody took a turn at breaking some ground.

The granite cornerstone, blessed with holy water and oil, resting in the Georgia red clay.

Afterwards, at the celebratory luncheon, a tired deacon sits with his inexplicably beautiful wife, pondering his unexplainably good fortune.

Meeting of the Lord in the Temple

This is a homily I gave on Sunday, February 3, at my parish. Unless you go to my parish, you will likely be disappointed. (Well, actually, I suppose even if you went to my parish, you might have been disappointed, but let’s pretend otherwise.) In any event, it was directed at more local concerns than my usual. The last twelve months have been a little difficult for us, which accounts for some of what you will read, assuming you continue on.

But Saturday, February 2, was a wonderful day, as we consecrated our new property, and look forward to the construction of our permanent home. Our Dean, Fr. Michael Rosco, flew down from New Jersey to preside, and an impressively large contingent from our closest diocesan neighbors at St. Joseph’s in Asheville drove the four hours to be with us. It was a very wonderful day.

Now we just have to build the Temple. Pray for us!

Yesterday we celebrated one of the twelve feasts of the Lord, a major feast of the Church. It was the Meeting of the Lord at the Temple, and as we stood at the property on East Cherokee Drive, consecrating the land to the service of God, I could not help but be struck by the rightness, by the appropriateness of the day.

You will remember the story of the Feast. In accordance with Jewish law, the Virgin Mary and Joseph went to the Temple in Jerusalem forty days after Jesus’ birth. There, they presented the child, as a first born son, to the service of God. This was a requirement of the law. In the Book of Exodus, we find God’s commandment that the people “sanctify to me all the first-born, whatever opens the womb”. As we see repeatedly, Christ in every way fulfilled the ancient law, being obedient to His Father in all things.

But the law was also directed at purification. As Metropolitan Hierotheos points out, it was considered that under the law both the mother and the child required purification. This is not to say that children are not a blessing, nor that childbirth is itself something which is unclean, yet under the law it was a matter which required ritual purification.

As we know, of course, neither Christ nor the Theotokos required purification or cleansing. The birth was virgin, and the Father of Christ was no man. Yet it was fitting and entirely expected that Christ, the Son of God, would fulfill the law in each and every respect.

But there were others in the Temple that day, and it is on them that my thoughts have turned over the last week, and particularly yesterday. The first is the Righteous Simeon. The tradition of the Church tells us a great deal about him. We are told that he was one of the 70 translators of the Old Testament into Greek, the Septuagint. Locked into separate rooms, so that each of their translations would be their independent work, uninfluenced by others, each of the 70 produced identical translations. Simeon, however, expressed skepticism at the translation of the passage in Isaiah which foretold that a virgin would give birth, saying that it was impossible and could never happen. He received a revelation from the Holy Spirit, was scolded for his disbelief, and was told that he would live to see the Son of God in the flesh. For many long years, Simeon lived in expectation of the day that he would be blessed to see the Messiah, truly born of a virgin. On the day on which the Infant Jesus was taken to the Temple, he was told by the Holy Spirit to go to the Temple, and that the time he had awaited for so long was at hand.

The Prophetess Anna was the other person that St. Luke talks about on that day. An elderly woman, long a widow, she had devoted her life after her husband died to prayer and to fasting. Her devotion to God was so great that she was divinely given insight into the truth concerning the child, and what his coming meant to all people.

Two people. A man and a woman. For years they had dreamed of and longed for this day, when they would finally saw God face to face. And while God in the flesh could have been revealed to them anyplace, that ultimate revelation happened in the Temple, in the house of God.

It is in the Temple that Simeon saw the fulfillment of his greatest desire, of the salvation that he has sought for so long.

It is in the Temple that the Righteous Anna, having devoted her life to prayer and supplication to God, is finally allowed to see God face to face, and is granted her ultimate understanding of the meaning of the Lord’s birth.

It is in the Temple that the old met the new, and the New was revealed. It is in the Temple that the Lord was presented as a pure sacrifice. It is to the Temple that the Virgin Mary, the very Theotokos, and St. Joseph humbly came, without complaint and with joy, to fulfill their duty in all piety and peacefulness.

The Temple in Jerusalem has been destroyed, but we now stand on the threshold of building and offering our own Temple to the service of the Lord. It is no coincidence that Orthodox churches have traditionally been referred to as Temples. The Lord himself said that “where two or three are gathered, there I am also”. While God reveals Himself in all places and at all times, it is in the Temple that we come together to worship, to join our voices with those throughout eternity, saints and believers, angels and archangels, before the very throne of God. We meet to serve a molieben, to supplicate God for aid and assistance. We meet and serve vespers, and ask that “our prayers may arise in Thy sight as incense”, offering our evening worship to God. And on Sundays and feast days, Soul Saturdays and Presanctified Liturgies, we meet and eat and drink of the most pure body of Christ.

All of this happens in the Church, in the Orthodox temple. Just as the Christ child was presented at the Temple so many years ago, he comes and he meets us. To be sure, He has always done so, in all the years that this mission has been in existence. He has met us in chapels of other faiths, in restaurants, in conference rooms and in basements. But never before have we been in a position to build a true temple, a sacred space in which God abides, and where every time we open the door, the Lord meets us. A space where icons grace the walls and we can gaze into the eyes of the great saints of the church. A space where our incense freely rises to mingle with our prayers. A space where angels guard our altar, where we tread sanctified and holy ground every time we open the doors.

We have never had this. But we are on the threshold, the very doorway, of this great blessing and stunning miracle of God.

We have never had a home. But now we can see it, taking shape before our very eyes. I assure you; the angels see it and sing. The saints see it and thank God for the fulfillment of their prayers. We should look at it, and fall to our knees in thanksgiving.

The importance of this act, of this struggle, cannot be overstated. It is an act of faith, not in ourselves, not in the building committee, not in Father or in this Deacon, but faith in God Himself. We build so that we may see our salvation. We build so that we may see God face to face. We build so that people we do not know, men and women who have not yet been born, will come to God, and will come and worship at the Divine Liturgy and at Vespers, long after each and every one of us is gone, our souls remembered only by our merciful God. Like us, the people in years to come will gather in times of great joy, in times of great sorrow and fear, but always in gratitude and with love.

If we stop to think about it, this is something that we can scarcely comprehend. Imagine! In a pasture, located in a place where Orthodoxy is largely unknown, a temple arises, bringing the faith to great numbers of people who have never heard of the Apostolic Church. You cannot tell me that St. Herman of Alaska, St. Innocent, Sts Cyril and Methodius, have not stood before the throne in supplication for us.

We have an opportunity to bring the witness of true Orthodoxy to those in desperate need of hearing of the genuine spirit of faithfulness, of sacrifice and of love. We have the opportunity to bring pure doctrine and true faith to a place that is awash in shallow spirituality. You cannot tell me that the great saints of love, St. John the Theologian, St. John Chrysostom, St. Seraphim of Sarov, have not interceded for us.

We have survived for over a decade, through difficulties and discouragement. You cannot tell me that our patroness, St. Elizabeth, has not beseeched the Lord for us.

And you can never, ever tell me that our beloved Theotokos has not constantly interceded for this mission, and for each and every one of us.

In the consecration of our land yesterday, we took an enormous step. This is an act of consummate faith, and of consummate obedience. The saints intercede for us. How can we despair? The Theotokos comes to our aid. How can we be faint hearted? God himself is with us. Who can stand against Him?

This Sunday – this weekend – let us be glad. If you have been distressed, take courage. If you have been doubtful, thrust your cares on God. This year, at the Feast of the Meeting of the Lord, we have met Him in a new and astonishing way. We see before us the vision of a new Temple, in the Orthodox church of St. Elizabeth. In this Temple, we and our children and our children’s children, along with great numbers of people we cannot know and cannot imagine, will meet the Lord.

Between Christmas and the Theophany

We are at the midpoint, more or less, of a deeply festive season. We have welcomed the Infant Jesus into the world, in the cold silence of a Bethlehem night. We have joined the shepherds and the angels, the Magi and the beasts of the field, in adoration of God made flesh. In the joy of His coming, we forgo our usual fasting. Our celebration is deep, and heartfelt.

Yet no sooner have we celebrated the Nativity then we see disquieting signs, reminders that the Incarnation is but the first step in an arduous journey of salvation. We are reminded of this on December 27, when we remember the Protomartyr, the Deacon Stephen. On the Sunday after the Nativity, we read of the heartbreaking slaughter of the 10,000 innocents by Herod. And next Sunday, we will celebrate a feast of a different character, that of the Theophany of Christ.

In fact, in the early Church there was only one winter feast, that of the Theophany. For us today, the Nativity and the Theophany are like bookends, bracketing a season of joy and celebration, before we begin a period of ordinary time that leads us inevitably into the somber reflection of Great Lent. We might ask: what links these events? On the surface, there does not seem to be a connection. What does a new born infant have to do with the baptism of the fully grown God-man, Christ? And what does any of it have to do with us?

The answer is not found in the way we see Christmas celebrated around us, in a society which does not celebrate the baptism of Christ at all. It is only in Orthodoxy, in the Church itself, that a true and complete understanding of these events is found. And what the Church tells us is that the joy of this season does not derive from gifts we receive, but rather in what we sacrificially give. Christ, as always, is our unparalleled example. By being born of the Virgin, Christ underwent what the Fathers called kenosis, the complete emptying of Himself. The Son of God consented to a birth in rude surroundings. He entered the world not as a King, but as an infant, dependent upon his mother for care, and upon his guardian, Joseph, for protection. Where the angels sang before his throne in the heavenly courts, he is now surrounded by farm animals. The Incarnation was a voluntary denial of self that led directly to the cross. Even in the Nativity icon we see that link:

Christ, the second person of the Trinity, is born in a cave. After His crucifixion, he will be laid again into another cave, a tomb.

When He is born, he is wrapped in swaddling clothes which binds the limbs of the child. After his crucifixion, he is wrapped again in cloth.

When he is born, he is laid in a manger, a receptacle for holding food. He will indeed become food for us, and his Body and his Blood sustains us in every Liturgy.

But understanding that the child has embarked on a road to the cross does not lessen our joy. As St. Athanasius the Great exclaimed, God became man so that man might become God. The Incarnation is the opening of the door of salvation. It is the only door to salvation, and for that we are filled with gratitude. Yet it is a door which we must choose to enter. The mere existence of an open door means nothing unless we avail ourselves of the road which is offered. And it is in the Theophany that we begin to see that clearly.

It is the universal teaching of the Fathers that Christ submitted to baptism in obedience, in order to fulfill all things. He had no sin for which he needed to repent. Unlike the throngs of others who came for the baptism of John, He had nothing to confess. He needed no forgiveness. Yet in his obedience, the Trinity was revealed, as His Father declared that Jesus was His son, in which he was well pleased, and The Holy Spirit descended upon him like a dove. The Godhead became apparent. From that, we understand that our own obedience is demanded.

There is an Old Testament story that helps remind us of the link between God’s work, and our own obedience. In the book of 2 Kings, we find the story of Namaan. Namaan was the powerful commander of the army of the King of Syria. At the height of his career, however, he developed the dread disease of leprosy. His wife had a slave girl, an Israelite, who told her mistress about the wonderworking prophet of God, Elisha. He, the slave girl declared, could cure Namaan of leprosy. Word got to the Syrian king, and he sent his commander to the King of Israel, carrying enormous treasure, asking that Namaan be cured.

The King of Israel misunderstood the request, thinking that he was supposed to somehow cure Namaan. Scripture tells us that the King fell into despair, tearing his clothes. The King, you see, failed to see the request through spiritual eyes, but instead interpreted the event through the eyes of the world. He thought that the King of Syria was hoping to start a quarrel, and begin a war which Israel would lose. He did not stop to think that the request was a genuine plea for assistance, nor did he think to send the man to the Prophet Elisha, who lived within his borders.

Elisha, however, heard of the demand. He sent a message to his king, and told him to send Namaan to him. The general came to his house, with his soldiers and his chariots and all of the signs of his power. Namaan was a proud man, and a powerful one. It was not in his nature to approach Elisha in humility. In his mind, he just had this one little problem – leprosy – and if he could just be cured of it, he would go back to being the powerful man he had always been.

Standing in front of the rude house with his servants and his soldiers, what Namaan expected was that Elisha would come out to where he was impatiently waiting, wave his arms around, call on an obedient God and – viola! – he would be cured. He wanted it done quickly, and in accordance with his schedule, at his convenience. Namaan was used to getting things done as he wished.

But God had other plans. “Go,” Elisha told Namaan, “and wash yourself in the Jordan River seven times, and you will be healed.”

Now, I have to tell you, the Jordan is not the world’s most attractive river. It is not huge and grand like other great rivers, nor is it as pristine and delightful as a mountain stream. Frankly, Elisha’s order offended Namaan. There were prettier rivers in Syria, rivers that he would enjoy getting into and bathing. Why did he have to go into the Jordan, and why did he have to bathe seven times? Furious, Namaan turned to leave. He was going to return home. From his point of view it was humiliating to be told to go to some muddy river and wash himself seven times. He was dissuaded, however, by his servants, who said “My father, if the prophet had commanded you to do some great thing, would you not have done it?” So why not go in obedience, and wash yourself in the Jordan? Namaan obeyed, and against his every expectation, he was healed of his leprosy.

Now, there is more to this story, and in the end, Namaan’s leprosy was transferred to a servant of Elisha’s, who acted out of pride and greed. But for our purposes, let’s stop and think about Namaan.

Namaan was a proud man, used to having things his way, and doing as he wished. It was not in his nature to humble himself. Oh, he was open to anything that appealed to his heroic nature, or to any task that he could take pride in performing. But to be asked to dunk himself seven times in a muddy little river was almost more than he could stand. There was no heroism, there was no glory, there was no self, if you will, in Elisha’s command. There was only self-emptying, there was only humility, there was only obedience.

All of us can see ourselves in the person of Namaan. We are proud, and want to do things our way. We have firm ideas about the best way to live our life. We have definite preferences for what is clean and shiny and attractive, as opposed to what looks not shiny and not attractive. We all are drawn to praise for things we have done, and we bask in the admiration of other people. And we all have this little problem – call it spiritual leprosy – that we need taken care of.

In response, we must emulate Namaan. We must set aside our worldly trappings and achievements, and empty ourselves, in imitation of our Lord. We must repeatedly submerge ourselves into the Jordan of repentance, in obedience and in hope, that Christ our Lord, He who has opened the door of salvation, will heal our souls and save us. It is worth noting that the number seven in this story was not just happenstance. In scriptural terms, seven is the number of completion. It tells us that in our Christian life, we must return repeatedly to the Jordan, not for baptism by water, but for what the Fathers call the baptism of repentance. We must constantly humble ourselves before God, acknowledging our shortcomings and our sins. We must constantly submerge ourselves in the waters of the Jordan.

Do you see the lesson for us? At Christmas, Christ is born in a cave, having emptied Himself for the sake of mankind. At the Theophany, Christ is baptized in the Jordan, submerged into a muddy river in obedience and in fulfillment of the divine will, and in His obedience he sanctified the waters of the earth.

That is the thread that connects Christmas and the Theophany. The extreme humility of Christ, and the humble response from us. Think of the infant Jesus in the cave, and know that He was born for you and I. Think of Jesus, who submitted to baptism in that muddy little river, and know that He did that for you and I. Let us respond. Let us humble ourselves to our God, and like Namaan, set aside our pride and our achievements. Let us seek the baptism of repentance, dipping ourselves into the Jordan, for as long as we live.

Axios!

Congratulations, belated as they may be, are in order. My spiritual brother, Michael Rustick, was ordained to the diaconate on December 22 at his home parish in Rahway, New Jersey. The only picture I have seen of the event was taken with a camera phone immediately after the ordination. It shows the new Fr. Deacon looking mildly befuddled, standing next to his mother, who is beaming and looking not at all befuddled. I completely identify with the look on Fr. Deacon’s face, having worn it myself about a year ago.

I have known Fr. Deacon Michael for several years. We started together in the diaconal program at Christ the Savior Seminary, and are almost the only survivors of the group that began in the fall of 2004. We share a room at the seminary, and have spent many an evening in conversation. After all of that time, I can honestly say that I deeply value his friendship and counsel.

I will tell a tale on my friend. At the seminary, for reasons that we cannot fathom, sleep is hard to come by. In the middle of one long night last fall, I was awake as usual, and Michael was uncharacteristically sleeping. I heard him start thrashing around, muttering in his sleep, and then, by the light of the moon, I saw him sit bolt upright in bed. “Matthew! Mark! Luke! John!”, he cried out, and then immediately fell back asleep.

Clearly, he was ready for ordination.

Congratulations, my friend. Many years to you, in the service of God!

The rich young ruler (Luke 18:18-27)

There is little that has caused such division in the Christian world than the issue of wealth. An entire school of religious thought, known as liberation theology, infected parts of the Roman Catholic church in the 1960s, and continues to this day, teaching that the wealthy are simply instruments of oppression, and that the Kingdom of God is found in seeking what they view as economic justice. Several centuries ago, some early protestant sects taught that wealth was in and if itself evil. On the other extreme, in our day and age, other protestant denominations, particularly here in the United States, teach that wealth is a gift which God will give to every true Christian who “names it and claims it”, and that every “true” Christian should be awarded earthly riches. Regardless of our theology, however, this is an issue we are always facing in our culture. The truth of the matter is that we living in this country are each wealthy beyond the wildest dreams of any Biblical king or ruler. So what are we to think, when we see such polarized viewpoints, and then read today’s rather challenging gospel?

The answer is not found in economic analysis, but in spiritual reality. It is worth reminding ourselves at the outset that there is very little that is inherently evil. Food is given to us for nourishment and enjoyment, but when it becomes an obsessive focus of life, it becomes the sin of gluttony. Sexual intimacy is a God given gift for men and women in marriage, but the misuse of sex produces sins ranging from lust to adultery to homosexuality. Drugs are a way for us to be healed of disease and infirmity, yet wrongly used they become an open door for sin of all kinds.

Understanding that kind of thought provides a way to approach the issue of wealth, and indeed, all of life. In his exchange with the rich young ruler, Jesus is not engaged in economic analysis, but instead in the diagnosis and treatment of souls.

We look at our passage to understand the lesson. A young man, described as a rich ruler, comes to Jesus. It appears that he is seeking justification, or at least some reassurance that he is on the right spiritual path. In response to Jesus’ questions, he asserts that he has followed the commandments all of his life. He has not committed adultery, nor murder. He has not stolen from others, borne false witness, nor failed to honor his parents. He has, in other words, followed the rules. He has obeyed the commandments. In the eyes of the Jews, he was most certainly a righteous man. For us, living today, his way of life would be considered praiseworthy. We are all required, at a minimum, to keep the commandments of God. What could be more simple? But the truth is that the “thou shall not”s of Scripture are only, if you will, kindergarten for Christians. If we want more, if we want to follow the road of the saints and truly become the children of God, we must not think that our spiritual life stops there.

Jesus, seeing the young man with the eyes of God, knew that, and pierced right to the heart of the matter. The issue, as Jesus observes, is not simple obedience of rules and regulations. The issue is not whether or not we can justify ourselves, to make ourselves appear to be righteous or worthy of commendation. The true issue, the key question which every Christian must face, is whether or not a person has surrendered his entire life to God, or does he or she reserve some parts wholly for himself. Put another way, does a person observe the more difficult commandments of the New Testament: that he truly love the Lord God with all of his heart, and all of his strength, and all of his soul, and that he love his neighbor as himself? Or has he compartmentalized his life, so that God is consigned to only one of a great number of boxes, pigeon-holed and kept separate from the rest of life?

Jesus knew that the focus of the young man was his wealth. It was what characterized his life. It was, in the end, the way in which he defined who he was and what he did. It was, in the end, the thing that kept him from God. He thus challenged his questioner to abandon the very thing that, whether or not the man knew it, separated him from God. To that end, Jesus asked the man to surrender that part of him which he kept separate and that he valued the most – his wealth. Keep in mind that in this instance, wealth was simply the symptom of the disease. In other circumstances, with other people, it was something else. Often it was a rigid attachment to the Law itself, or to the odds and ends of daily life. The point is that in each instance, here is something separating the person from true worship, from a genuine relationship with God.

St. Clement of Alexandria spoke to this very issue, when he wrote:

What then…made him depart from the Master, from the entreaty, the hope, the life, previously pursued with ardor? ‘Sell your possessions’. And what is this? He does not, as some conceive offhand, bid him throw away the substance he possessed and abandon his property; but bids him banish from his soul his notions about wealth, his excitement and morbid feeling about it, the anxieties, which are the thorns of existence, which choke the seed of life.

As St. Clement points out, many have disposed of their wealth to no benefit, if their underlying passions remain. And St. John Chrysostom, who himself spoke harshly of the wealthy in his own age, noted that even the poor are lost if they have within themselves the same overwhelming attraction to riches and wealth. For that matter, it is worth remembering that there were people close to Jesus who had wealth: Matthew the tax collector turned Evangelist, Nicodemus, Joseph of Arimethea. It is not the money. It is the heart of the one who holds it.

Looked at in this way, we see an immensely important principle that we can, and should apply to our own life. The question is not what do we have in the bank. The question instead is this: how do we define ourselves? How do we see ourselves, and more importantly, how do we appear to God?

For many of us, this is a genuine challenge. It is not uncommon to reserve some aspect of our lives as being outside of our faith. That preserve, that part of our life that is separate from God, can be anything. For some of us, it may be our desire for wealth, or what we do for a living. For others, it may be a seemingly unimportant hobby or passion. It may be the music we like, the clothes we wear, or the television and movies we like to watch. Whatever it may be, we know – if we are honest with ourselves – that this is an area that we like to keep for ourselves. We may even say, as the young man in today’s gospel did, that it doesn’t matter because we are at least obeying the ten commandments, and that we are, on the surface anyway, leading a moral life.

There are two problems with that sort of thinking. The first is that any area we segregate from Christ is an open door for sin to enter our life, because any such part of our life is almost certainly rooted in some passion, some deeply held personal desire. St. Theodoros the Great Ascetic plainly describes how being drawn away from the protecting grace of God occurs in but a moment.

He who gives himself to desires and sensual pleasures and lives according to the world’s way will quickly be caught in the nets of sin. And sin, when once committed, is like fire put to straw, a stone rolling downhill, or a torrent eating away its banks. Such pleasures then bring complete perdition to him who embraces them.

In other words, whether we simply allow ourselves a seemingly harmless pleasure, or give in to a larger passion such as greed or lust, it can cause a cascade of sin and error, leaving us in dire straits, and sorely afflicted.

But there is another reason as well. If we allow ourselves to focus on that deeply held passion or desire, it causes us to miss entirely what God may be saying to us. From experience, we know that our worldly interests create, if you will, a background noise for our lives. We think to ourselves that if we are straying where we ought not, that our conscience will warn us, and that God will call us back. But the background noise of our lives will often drown out that warning, if we are not constantly attentive to the leading of the Lord. In the Old Testament Book of First Kings, there is a passage describing an experience of the prophet Elijah as he awaits the Lord:

And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind, and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake, and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire, a still, small voice.

The still small voice is the Lord. In our gospel today, Jesus knew that even though the rich young ruler kept the rules, and observed the law, that his desire for wealth, his defining characteristic, was also the background noise that would keep him from hearing the still small voice. It was what would keep him from truly entering the Kingdom of God, because if he could not hear that whispering voice, he would never find the gate.

This is the challenge for us. We may not be rich young rulers, and we may think this gospel does not apply to us. We may lead moral lives, not breaking any of the rules, and we may think that this gospel does not apply to us. But if we are honest with ourselves, we will see something, somewhere inside of us, that we cling to tenaciously, an area of our life which we stubbornly refuse to yield to God. Whatever it may be, we find ourselves faced with the dilemma of the young man – can we surrender that which we hold dear, that we clutch to ourselves and call precious – can we abandon that, for the love of Christ?

Nineteenth Sunday After Pentecost: Luke 7:11-16

The Apostle and Evangelist John tells us, very simply, that “God is love.” We take this as an article of faith, but sometimes it is good for us to be reminded of how deep, how limitless, that love is. Our gospel today gives us that opportunity, for in the story of the widow of Nain we see that side of Christ which demonstrates his boundless compassion.

In our reading today, we are told that Jesus was traveling in the vicinity of the village of Nain. It is worth noting that as far as importance goes, Nain had none. It was simply a small place on the side of the road, and Jesus is simply traveling past it. It is not his destination, nor does it ever appear again in scripture. It is not like Jerusalem, or Capernaum, or any of the places we associate with our Lord. It is an unimportant place, and there is no good reason for Jesus to perform a miracle there.

Nonetheless, as Jesus is passing by, he comes upon a funeral procession leaving the town, making its way to a freshly dug grave. The deceased is a young man, and foremost among the mourners is his mother, a widow. The fact that his mother is a widow has some significance. In that age, a woman was wholly dependant on her husband, or if her husband is dead on her sons, for her support. We are led to understand that in losing her son, the widow was losing her last support. This is not only an emotional loss. It is a loss which devastates the poor woman in every way. She has lost the one she loves, and her life stretches out before her, empty and forbidding.

In an instant, Jesus understood the situation. The evangelist tells us that he was moved by compassion, stretched forth his hand, and brought the man back to life. We are not told that the widow was a Jew. We are not told that she was one of his followers. We are not told that she even knew who Jesus was. We are told only that Jesus was moved, that he performed this miracle simply and solely out of love.

If we look at this story in context, it gains even more power. Immediately before this passage, Jesus had healed the servant of the centurion. You will remember that in that instance, the centurion was a God-fearing gentile, a man who admired and tried to follow the dictates of Judaism, who had sent word asking that Christ heal his servant of an illness. “Don’t bother coming,” the centurion said, “I am not worthy to have you in my house, but I know that you have authority over all things. A word from you, and my servant will be healed.” In that instance, it is the faith of the centurion that causes Jesus to marvel, and to heal the servant.

In rapid succession, there are two miracles. One is compelled by great faith. The other is compelled by great love. The contrast is important, for it teaches us two very great things.

The first is this: our faith is crucial to us. We are Orthodox Christians, and we know that our entire life is directed at matters of faith. We are members of the church of Christ, and we have unimaginable riches, great sacraments that literally allow us to meet God face to face. We commune the Body and Blood, we stand before God and confess our sins and receive absolution, we are married in the sight and presence of God. Every time we receive a sacrament, we receive God himself. Our whole life is devoted to growing in faith, growing in purity, growing in holiness, becoming ever more obedient to God. We strive for the great faith of the centurion, because we have seen God in our lives, and we know his power and his presence. Faith is the bedrock of our communion.

But we know this as well: at times we are distraught by fear or pain. We may be beset by our own sin. Our faith may not be as sturdy as we would like. We may have friends or family members with no faith at all, but for whom we are deeply concerned. We pray and we pray, but life continues to be chaotic, and sin is the hallmark of the world around us. Our own faith may be shaken. In that case, we rely on the love of God, the love that caused Jesus to resurrect the son of a woman he did not know. Do you remember the story of the raising of Lazarus? When Jesus reached his friend’s tomb, he found Lazarus’ family and friends grieving over his death, and scripture tells us that at the sight, Jesus wept.

Do you see? Our faith is what carries us toward God. God’s love is what brings him to meet us. God is never blind to our suffering, or to our deepest needs. On an individual level, we identify with all of these people. One day, we may be the centurion, full of sturdy faith. The next, we may be the widow, sorrowing over our loved ones. And on yet another day, we may find ourselves in the position of the young man, spiritually dead and desperately in need of the unsought and undeserved compassion of God.

But there is another dimension to this, a vitally important one that speaks to us in a somewhat different way. The Church Fathers see in the figure of the sorrowing widow a representation of the Church itself. The great British saint, the Venerable Bede, writing of this passage, said

We are told that ‘she was a widow’; for every soul which remembers that it has been redeemed by the death of her Lord and Spouse confesses that the Church is a widow.

Saint Ambrose of Milan follows the same thought, when he says:

Although there is grave sin that you cannot wash away yourself with the tears of your penitence, let the mother of the church weep for you. She who intercedes for all as a widowed mother… is she who suffers with the spiritual grief of nature when she perceives her children urged on to death by mortal sins.

It is a beautiful image. Our mother, the Church, weeps for her children out of a true love. Yet what is the Church, but we, ourselves, assembled as the Body of Christ? Saint Ambrose completes the picture:

We are the heart of the Church, since we are the members of his Body, of his flesh and of his bones. Let the pious mother grieve, let the crowd, too, help. Let not only the crowd but also the multitude feel pity for a good parent. Already at the funeral you will arise, already you will be released from the sepulcher, the attendants at your funeral will stand still, you will begin to speak the words of life.

We – the Church – pray in faith and in love for each other. We lament for our own sins, we grieve for those around us, we beseech the Lord for mercy, for each and every one of us. We pray in faith, like the Centurion. We pray in grief and in urgent need, like the widow. And God responds. He hears our prayers. He raises us from spiritual death, and after physical death, he rescues us from the grave.

Never let anyone tell you that prayer is futile. Never let yourself be persuaded that your heartfelt prayers fall on deaf ears. We may not always recognize the answers to our prayer. We may even conclude that God is not answering our prayers. But be assured, prayer is always answered by our loving and compassionate God. At times, like the prodigal son, people may themselves delay the fulfillment of prayer, but God is always ready to meet us, and heal us. He does not promise us fame or wealth or everlasting good health, or worldly happiness and success. But in his love, He promises peace for our spirit, and love for our soul.

Similarly, never let anyone tell you that prayer for those who have passed on is meaningless. People who tell you that, usually in ignorance, are really committing a terrible slander on the Lord. Does love stop at the grave? Do you no longer love those who have been important in your life – mother or father, wife or husband, son or daughter, brother or sister, friend or companion – simply because they have passed from this life? Our love never stops, and if that is true for us, how much more is it true for God himself? That is why we pray and give alms, and do works in remembrance of those who have passed, and God responds, in compassion and in love, in ways that we cannot fully understand. St. John of Shanghai and San Francisco spoke passionately of this in a homily of his own, saying:

Relative and dear friends of the departed! Do what is needful for them and what lies in your power…(give alms) helping the poor, in memory of your close ones who have fallen asleep, and on churches, where prayers are offered on their behalf. Show mercy to those who have fallen asleep; attend to the good of their soul. That path awaits all of us….Let us be merciful to the departed.

The story of the widow of Nain is a wonderful story. It reminds us that the Gospel, like the Christian life itself, is seamless and perfect. The demands made on us are no less than the demands of love and of faith. As the Apostle John said, God is indeed love. And He responds to us, to the Church, as we in faith and in love cry out to him. For ourselves, for each other. For the living; for the dead; for the entire world. We cry out for mercy and for love and always – always – God responds. It is for this – faith and love – that we will be held accountable at the dread judgment seat. Nothing else. Not buildings, not numbers, not visible success. Faith and love. This is our life in the Church, it is our life in Christ.

Fourteenth Sunday After Pentecost: Matthew 22:1-14

“The Kingdom of Heaven is like a marriage feast.” This is a common enough image in the Scriptures. We find it in several places, and hear it on more than one occasion during the year. While we normally think of a wedding as a joyous occasion, however, when we see it in the Gospels it is almost always accompanied by sobering lessons. This is the dilemma we see in today’s gospel. Our Saviour describes for us a joyful setting, and then injects elements of doubt, uncertainty and even fear. Jesus’ parable has some challenging aspects to it, important meanings that we need to understand, and to think about.

The image of the wedding feast is an important one for the Church. Generally speaking, it refers to the bond, to the union of Christ and his Church. As members of the Church, we are guests at the feast. By virtue of our baptism and chrismation, we have become members of the family of God or, as St. John the Evangelist says, we have become the children of God. We are family members come to celebrate a great event. In a sense, Liturgy every Sunday is a feast, as we come to the Lord’s table and partake of what He has prepared for us. In a broader sense, the wedding feast continues for all time, and in heaven itself. There, we will, as the prayer of Thanksgiving after communion says, “attain to the everlasting rest, where the voice of those who feast is unceasing, and the gladness of those who behold the goodness of Thy countenance is unending”. Whether here or in heaven, the feast is an occasion of joy and celebration, a mark of the enormous love which God has for all of His children.

Yet we also know that simply being within the Church does not guarantee our salvation. We do not belong to the “once saved, always saved” camp. St. Gregory the Great reminds us that both good and bad are mixed together in the Church, and we see the truth of that in our own times. The Church has men and women of amazing sanctity, and it has others – lay people, clergy, even occasional bishops – who harbor within themselves soul destroying passions.

Now, of course, none of us is immune from the passions; from greed or lust or anger. Most of us are between the two extremes of good and evil. If we are serious about our faith, we are striving to work out our salvation. We consciously struggle with the sins and temptations in our life. We fervently seek to root the passions out of our soul, through prayer, through fasting, through confession, and through partaking of communion. As our life continues, we gradually shed more and more of these blemishes of our spirit, as we draw ever closer to God. It is that cleansing, that conscious effort to follow the Lord, that creates our wedding garment, the one that we wear to the feast.

You see, when Jesus tells us that the man was confronted for not wearing a wedding garment, it is not clothing He is talking about. As long as we dress modestly and with an eye toward honoring the sanctity of the Church, what we wear is unimportant. This is no beauty pageant!

But our spiritual garment – our wedding garment – is of the utmost importance. It is woven of the virtues we have cultivated, and of the love we have expressed. The Church Fathers tell us that our wedding garment is woven on a divine loom, from the twin strands of love of God and love of neighbor. It is what tells the world that we are indeed Orthodox Christians. Not in a showy fashion, where we proudly speak of how much we fast or pray or read the Fathers. Nor is our garment apparent if we speak critically of other Orthodox Christians, and attack them for some presumed failure in praxis or what we view as faulty tradition. This is self-justification, it is puffed up pride. St. Paul spoke to his own spiritual children, saying this:

“Do we begin again to commend ourselves? Or do we need, as some others, epistles of commendation to you or letters of commendation from you? You are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read by all men…written not on tablets of stone, but on tablets of flesh, that is, of the heart.”

Or listen to Jesus, speaking at the Sermon on the Mount:

“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trodden under foot by men.”

Do you see? Coldness and pride in our hearts separates us from God. We must have love for each other, love for those who visit us in our homes and in our parish, love for those who we meet in the byways of life. If we secretly cherish pride or resentment, we do not show the love of Christ. Instead, we show the disdain of the devil. That is the garment of the Pharisee, and there is no love in it.

In the parable, we are told that the man not wearing such a garment, utterly unable to defend himself, is cast into the outer darkness. What is the outer darkness? It is separation from God. In the parable, where the king represents God himself, we see the man bound hand and foot and consigned to the darkness. It is a spiritual reality that if we nurture our resentment or pride we may find ourselves cast into the eternal darkness, separated from the light and the warmth, from the joy of the feast. The soul is bound, for it is no longer able to help itself, to show charity or love. And while that is a judgment of God, it is one we have authored ourselves. We choose to love or to hate. To blame or to forgive. To grasp or to give. We have been admitted into the kingdom. If, like the man in today’s parable, we find that we have been ejected from it, we have no one to blame but ourselves.

That is why we are told that many are called, but few are chosen. The truth is that we are all called. It is not a question of whether God wants us. He wants all of us to be saved. Rather, it is a question of whether or not we want God. Those who are chosen are those who wish to be chosen. While we cannot save ourselves, we must, in the first instance, make up our mind to pursue God. Our life, indeed, our entire being, must ceaselessly focus on the task we have begun, in cooperation with God Himself, of weaving our wedding garment. We cannot let ourselves be unprepared for the great wedding feast that we will all attend.

Tenth Sunday after Pentecost - The Transfiguration

Of course, for us new calendar types, the Transfiguration is receding into the liturgical rear view mirror, while for old calendar folks it is still a good ways in the future. And, needless to say, the 10th Sunday after Pentecost is past for us all. No matter. When you own the blog, you can be as capricious as you like.

Still, I acknowledge that there are some overbroad generalizations in this homily. It was too ambitious, and suffered for it. But in preparing it I was consumed with the question: have we lost the importance and the sweetness of the Transfiguration? This doesn’t adequately answer that. Hopefully a more subtle mind than my own will grasp the truth of the matter, in a more coherent fashion.

Tomorrow is the Feast of the Transfiguration. There is a bittersweet irony in the thought. The Transfiguration is one of the great feasts of the Lord, one of the most important feasts of the Church. Yet sadly, in our day and age it is easy to lose sight of its importance, particularly if it falls on a weekday. We do not see the churches packed, although many people remember that there was a time when things were different.

We may say that the problem is the pace and the stress of modern life. We have barely enough time to do what we must in any given day, and laying aside a day to commemorate and share in the glory of the Transfiguration is simply a bridge too far.

That is true. Our lives are complex and harried. But I wonder if there is not something else at play. I wonder if in the haste and the noise of our lives, what we have forgotten is not simply the Feast, but the meaning of the feast for each and every one of us.

Our Gospel reading today can help us to regain some perspective. Today’s passage actually falls immediately after the story of the Transfiguration itself. Jesus, accompanied by Peter, John and James, have come down from Mount Tabor, and walk into what must have been a tumultuous scene. There is a young boy, possessed of a particularly stubborn demon, who so torments the child that he sometimes throws him into the fire. His father has brought the boy to the disciples, begging for his healing. Around the boy are the disciples. They have been trying for who knows how long to exorcise the demon. They try and they try and they try, yet every time they fail.

Remember, by this time, the disciples had been given the ability to cast out demons. Jesus had sent out the Seventy, and they had returned exulting to Him. Christ expressed no surprise at their report. They had known success. They had known the inexpressible delight of being so close to Christ that they shared, in a sense, in His glory, in the power that derived from Him. Yet now, they found themselves defeated by a single demon, who resisted every effort that they could muster.

Unexpectedly, the disciples knew failure. While on the mountain, Peter and John and James had fallen face down on the ground at the revelation of the transfiguration of Christ. Meanwhile, back down in the valley, there was only failure to be seen. The disciples were bewildered and confounded.

Perhaps on some level we can identify with the futile attempts of the disciples in today’s Gospel reading, where they have tried and tried to cast out the demon which is plaguing the poor child, and are failing miserably. We all struggle and struggle, and we all feel at times like we are running into a brick wall. We may not be first century disciples, but we can readily identify with what the frustrated disciples were feeling that day.

Like the disciples, we have been granted every good gift. We have been baptized, we receive the Body and Blood of our Lord, we confess our failings and receive absolution, we live within the true faith. Every time we walk into church, the miraculous happens, even if we are so used to it that we no longer see it for the wonder that it is.

Yet despite those great and wonderful gifts and blessings, each of us has known failure. Each of us has known frustration. Each of us has felt, at some point, that our life was not in our control, and that we were powerless to do anything about it. Some of us have known despair, some of us have been consumed by anger, have drowned in our envy of others, have been overwhelmed by lust. And as we fall into that dark night that inevitably follows, we echo the disciples: why can’t I fix this? Or, as St. Paul put it, Why do I do what I do not want to do? In truth, what we, and the disciples, are really saying is this: where is God when I need Him? Why can’t I solve this problem that consumes me, that rules my life.

This is what Jesus finds when he comes back down off of Mount Tabor with Peter, John and James. Of course, Christ immediately healed the poor child, vanquishing the stubborn demon while his disciples look on in disbelief. Predictably, they take the first opportunity to ask Him the question that is bedeviling them: why couldn’t we get rid of that demon? Why couldn’t we help that child? You told us we could do it. Why did we fail?

Jesus is characteristically to the point: Because, He said, of your little faith. Notice that he did not tell them that they had no faith. He knew that they had faith, but it was a cautious faith, one hemmed in by too much logic and too much doubt and too much fear.

“If you really had faith,” He told them, “you can move a mountain simply by telling it to move.”

We are told that certain saints, such as St. Mark the Ascetic, actually did move mountains. But for the Church Fathers, the mountain of which Jesus speaks is our own hard-hearted soul, weighed down by passions. Our soul is a mountain exalted and made high by our pride. Like the pagan high places of old, our soul becomes the high place of our own vainglory and imaginings. Yet inevitably, when things crash around us, and we come to repentance, it is as though we have awakened at the base of that dark and looming mountain of sin and of fear. We look up at our own folly and pride, and wonder how we can ever free ourselves from that brooding presence. Yet Jesus tells us that if we but have faith, we can move it. We can remove the massive stone from our hearts, and be healed. We will see the demon smashed by faith, and the passions fall lifeless.

It is truly a miracle. The bitter person can sweeten her spirit. The angry person can wrest control from the spirit of anger. The greedy person can learn to give, the despairing person can discover hope. Our faith, if it is simple and pure like that of a child, can be sufficient to overcome our most ingrained passions and our most habitual sins. We can do this, because Jesus, who was Transfigured on a mountain filled with Light, meets us on our own mountain of darkness. The God-man comes to our aid, uses our faith, and heals our weaknesses. Even as we wander in our own wilderness, we can, through our faith and through our cooperation with God Himself, cause the mountain that confronts us to disappear.

That is what the Transfiguration means, for you and for me.

That’s an oversimplification, of course. The Transfiguration has layer upon layer of meaning. We could teach a course on the multiple meanings, the unending significance of the event that happened on the side of that mountain. Christ is revealed as God, standing along side Moses and Elijah, the law and the prophets. He is the fulfillment of all things, the Alpha and Omega, His Father acknowledges and glorifies Him, and in the unimaginable radiance of the uncreated light that surrounds Him, Peter, John and James fall to the ground, unable to bear the glory that stands before them.

Yet in the glory which Christ showed on that day is the promise of our own transfiguration. Christ was revealed as God, but He is also man. Never before had human flesh ascended to the throne, never before had human kind gazed on the glory of God without instantly dying. Not only was God glorified on that mountainside, but human flesh and human spirit, being a part of who Christ is, was raised to a dignity and potential undreamed of by the children of Israel.

It is because of Christ’s divinity that we have hope of being healed of our weaknesses and sins and passions. It is because of Christ’s humanity that we have hope of approaching God. St. Peter, writing many years after the events of that day, told us to be partakers of the divine nature, to remember Christ through whom we are called to His own glory and excellence. It is in the Transfiguration of Christ that we see the hope and the promise of our own transfiguration. As St. Paul said, we are called from glory to glory. It is the Transfiguration that transports us.

For you and I, our transfiguration starts in the Church. It is nourished by the sacraments. It is fueled by our struggles. It is, ultimately, completed by God.

As I wrote this I was reminded of one of the pre-communion prayers that we read, one by St. Simeon the New Theologian. It is a long, poetic prayer, and one part of it forcefully came to mind. You know this prayer as well as I do:

I know, O Saviour, none beside
Hath sinned against thee like as I,
nor done the deeds which I have dared.
But yet again, I know this well,
that not the greatness of my sins,
nor my transgressions’ multitude,
Exceeds my God’s forbearance great,
Nor his high love toward all men.
But those who fervently repent
Thou with the oil of lovingness
Dost cleanse and causest them to shine,
and makest sharers of thy light,
and bounteously dost grant to be
partners of Thy divinity;
and though to angels and to minds
of men alike ‘tis a strange thing,
Thou dost converse with them ofttimes –
a friend with thine unfeigned friends.

For us, on the cusp of the Feast, this is why we should welcome the day with gladness, and humility and enormous joy. The Transfiguration of Christ is the pledge and the promise of our own passage into eternal joy.

Sixth Sunday of Pentecost: Romans 12:6-14

When we come to church and hear the reading of the Epistle for the day, we are used to hearing that the reading is from a letter written by St. Paul. Indeed, almost all of the New Testament epistles are written by St. Paul, and over time they become familiar to us. We see him, rightly, as the teacher of great theological truths. Yet we sometimes forget the context in which he lived and operated, and how that context relates to us.

Imagine, if you will, a parish that is fairly new, one that is struggling to define itself. It is a parish that is located in an environment where most of the people around it do not understand what the parish believes or how it worships. This small parish does not have a building of its own. Usually it meets in borrowed space or in the home of one of its members. Its members sometimes face hostility from their own family members. At other times, conflict within the parish itself causes people to leave, or even to fall away from the faith entirely. But most of the Christians in this parish remain devout and dedicated, and strive to live a Christian life, following after Christ Himself.

When I describe that parish, you may think that I am describing our Mission, and you would be right. But that same description applies also to every church that received an epistle from St. Paul. Whether in Rome or Corinth, in Ephesus or Thessalonica, Paul was a missionary, and he lived and breathed in the context of the missions that he established. Paul was not writing to people in great cathedrals, or in long established parishes. He was writing to small missions; to people with whom he was intimately familiar. We see this in every letter. He greets by name great numbers of people, and passes along greetings from other people who are wherever he is at. Like it is now, you can tell that the Church of St. Paul’s time was a small world. Sometimes we hear about six degrees of separation to describe how close we might be to people we don’t know in different parts of the world. In the Church, I think it is more like two or three degrees of separation at most, and that was certainly true in St. Paul’s day.

I make a big deal out of this for a reason. If we understand that Paul was writing to people who were like us, and faced many of the same pressures that we face, and the problems that we face, then it gives us a new perspective on what Paul is saying. He is not simply writing theory. He is writing what he has found to be day to day truth.

When I first looked at today’s epistle, I was struck by how precisely it spoke to our own situation here at St. Elizabeth. It is as though the great Apostle was thinking of us when he wrote these words to the small and struggling fellowship in Rome. St. Paul is talking to us about our role in the Church, and about how we relate to each other. It is important to understand what he teaches, because the Body of Christ is not like any other group of people. It is not like a corporation or a social club, it is not like the boy scouts or a school. It is a unique body, infused with the Holy Spirit, and purchased, and led, by Christ Himself.

The first thing that Paul teaches us is that we all have a role to play. There is nobody in this parish that simply attends, that is simply a warm body occupying space, that is not important to the life of the Church. Instead, St. Paul teaches us that we all have a gift. For some, it is ministry, for others teaching, or encouragement, or leadership, or even mercy. Nor should we think that the list in today’s reading is exclusive. In several other places in his epistles, the Apostle has similar teachings, and his list of gifts or ministries is different in each instance. In truth, there is no list of spiritual gifts, set in stone to the exclusion of all else.

It is funny in a way. You sometimes hear people expressing some amount of angst over the question “What is my spiritual gift?” Sermons are preached, classes are taught, weekend retreats are conducted, all with the goal of trying to determine: what is my spiritual gift? Often people have trouble deciding. I have had people talk to me at length, dithering about whether they are called to prophesy, or teach, or…well, fill in the blank.

Here is the truth of the matter: your spiritual gift, in the way that St. Paul speaks of it, is whatever you find yourself naturally doing. If you sing, that is your gift. If you teach, that is your gift. If you are good with administration or finances and you use this to serve the parish, then that is your gift. If you sit quietly in a corner and just smile at everyone, that is your gift. And, over time, the gift you offer may change, as a person matures and develops in Christ. A person may decide to sing, or a man may decide that he wishes to look into entering the clergy. If it is a natural progression, untainted by pride or vainglory, then you can be confident that it is God that leads you.

There is a corollary to this. Since each of us brings our gift, our unique contribution to this parish, we feel it deeply when that person is no longer there. It really doesn’t matter why the person leaves. It may be death, or because the family has to move. It may be due to some vague discontent or perceived conflict. For whatever reason a person is no longer with us, the truth is that we have all suffered a loss. There is a hole in the fabric of the parish, a hole that must be repaired. And – it must be said – the person that leaves will, on some level, either consciously or unconsciously, also feel a sense of loss.

Do you see? A parish family is a mystical family. It is a microcosm of the Church as a whole. We are not a random group of people, but a collection of souls, brought by God into one place in order to constitute that local Body of Christ. St. Paul certainly understood that, and for that reason he continues today’s epistle with the second great teaching. Having each brought our gift to the Church, we must be bound by love. It is worth hearing again what he has to say:

Let love be genuine; hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection; outdo one another in showing honor. Never flag in zeal, be aglow with the Spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in your hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints, practice hospitality. Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them.

This reflects the high priestly prayer of Christ Himself, found in the 17th chapter of the Gospel of St. John: that they may all be one, as you, Father, are in me and I am in you…that they may be made perfect in one.

This is a serious matter. Elsewhere, in his first letter to the Corinthians, St. Paul is clear about the depth of our connection, when he writes:

And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it…For you are members of Christ and particular members of His body. (1 Cor. 12:26-27)

We share in joy, we share in sorrow, we share in suffering. Between us, there is no distinction. The modern Greek saint, Elder Porphyrios, put it this way:

We all need to be one, one with Christ as our head! Just as Christ is one with the Father. This is where the profoundest depth of the mystery of the Church is concealed…This is where the fullness is to be found – in this unity, in this love in Christ. There is no room here for any separation or any fear.

Indeed, at the end of the day, this mystical union of the members of a parish is an earthly example of heavenly theosis. Just as we are called to an intimate spiritual union with God Himself, we find a type of that union to be the brotherhood that we share here on earth, in our mission, in our role as members of the Body of Christ. It is yet another of the mysteries of Christ, that our salvation is intensely personal, but at the same time it is also inextricably bound up with our brothers and sisters.

This is not news to any of us. I am not saying anything you do not already know. Instinctively, we know the truth of the matter, and I suspect that has a large role to play in the love that permeates this mission, a love that all of us here share. But as St. Paul makes clear elsewhere in his letters, this is not something that we can take for granted, that love will thrive without effort. We must be constantly vigilant of ourselves and of the parish as a whole, that we continue to practice charity and love toward our brothers and sisters in Christ. We must always remember that in the Church of Christ, there are no free agents. There is no “I” and “you”. There is no “us” and “them”. There is simply “us”, a collection of souls brought together by God, for His glory, and our salvation.




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