Thursday, December 13, 2012

St Herman of Alaska

"For our good, for our happiness, let us make a vow, at least that from this day, this hour, this very minute, we should try to love God above all else and carry out his teachings."  St Herman of Alaska.
We venerate this saint today (December 13), and I think it wise I try to live up to this challenge, a challenge I seem to fail at more often than I care to admit.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

On his Feast Day

With Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akc9wO_oAOQ

A Song I wrote about my secondary patron in the Orthodox Church, St John Kochurov, whose blessed memory we commemorate today, 10/31.







FATHER JOHN

A song for St John Kochurov, Heiromartyr of the Bolshevik Yoke

 

How can we help you, Father John, Father John?

Praying for us as you bleed

Shielding God’s people, Father John, Father John

As evil sweeps Russia in word and in deed

 

They’ve captured the royals, Father John, Father John

Stolen their riches and homes

They claim them for the people, Father John, Father John

And then keep those riches all for their own.

 

They show you no mercy, Father John, Father John

They say what you teach is absurd.

And they mean to tame us, Father John, Father John

By using their bullets to silence God’s word

 

They mourn in Chicago, Father John, Father John

In a church that you labored to build

They mourn out in Brooklyn Father John, Father John

Upon hearing how and why you were killed

 

We ask not for vengeance, Father John, Father John

We ask that we only be saved

From Godless oppression, Father John, Father John

A power that’s only described as depraved

 

In seventy years, Father John, Father John

A people enslaved now are free

The yoke of their burden, Father John, Father John

Are thought to be written as old history

 

Still we are praying, Father John, Father John

That you died for us not in vain

In you we find courage, Father John, Father John

As evil sweeps over this land once again

 

How can we help you, Father John, Father John?

Praying for us as you bleed

Shielding God’s people, Father John, Father John

As evil rains on us in word and in deed

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Stumbling into a desert.

I have been finding it very difficult to pray as of late.  There are many things I could complain about in life right now, and while they are true, that is not the purpose of either this blog nor the life God gives us.  To say, however, that it hasn't affected me negatively in my soul, however, would be denial of a truth I must face and correct.
At this moment, my daily prayers do not fill me with joy; instead, they seem like an exercise in memorization or reading skills.  I certainly MEAN what those prayers say, but I am unable to FEEL their power.  I read Scripture, but it also feels more intellectual right now.
I have found myself just sitting in a church lately.  Not necessarily praying anything special other than a thank you, but just sitting there in silence, surrounded by the icons of our Savior, the Theotokos, and the saints.  Certainly those who who see me in the church must think I am deep in prayer, but I am actually only trying to listen.
Is my problem a lack of true repentance at this time?  Perhaps it is.  I certainly have been angry at a few things, and others have justified my anger for me with their openness to hoist blame on those who have made me angry.  Sometimes, I haven't even needed to complain myself; others have done it for me.  I keep hearing people saying that they wouldn't put up with what I have had to do lately, and that I shouldn't, either.  While I disagree with them about the not putting up with things idea (for we all deal with things we don't want to), these well meaning people seem to be coming to my defense without asking.  For this, I am forever grateful and deeply blessed.  However, there is no justification for some of my anger and the losing of the temper, regardless of any true victimizing of me, so the desire for repentance, I think, is there.  The tears, however, are not.
My faith is not shaken.  I know God is there, that Jesus is my Lord and Savior, and the saints are praying for me, as are my friends.  I also know that several of the saints and church founders also have had such periods of dryness in their lives, and many of them said that such periods represent not a loss of faith, but more a respite before a spiritual growth, and I will remain in dryness until God deems me ready to accept the next growth of my spirit.  I trust they are correct, but my strength is wearing very thin at the moment.  Patience may be a virtue, but it is a virtue I need to acquire.
I am aware that no one knows when this will end but God.  I am aware that only God knows why I am at this point in my spiritual life right now.  I can honestly say that along this path, I never realized I would actually stumble into a desert, but here I am in a desert as dry as any other.  As a joke towards some people, I tell them I can't read minds because I can't read a blank page.   This is all telling me that God is a much better reader than I am, also, for I know He is able to read my blank soul at this moment.  I only hope it isn't as damaged with evil as I fear it may be.
I ask for any prayers right now, and please know I will mention all of you in mine.  God's will be done, and I do submit to it as humbly as I know how.  God Bless all of you.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

What I Do Not Deserve

When someone smiles at me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me their smile.
When someone compliments me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me compliments.
When someone praises me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me praise.
When someone thanks me for serving them, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me thanks for being their servant.
When someone shares their lunch with me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me food.
When someone prays for me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me their prayers.
When someone shelters me from harm, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me either shelter or safety.
When someone helps me complete a task, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me their assistance.
When someone defends me from persecution, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me defense.
When someone persecutes me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me their attention for any purpose.
When someone nurses me to health, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for I am not owed a nurse or good health.
When someone cries for me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me their tears.
When someone loves me, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me love.
When someone gives me a gift, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for no one owes me gifts.
When I live to see another day, it is a kindness I do not deserve, for I am not owed life.
Yet God still keeps being kind to me, and I certainly do not deserve His kindness.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Shepherds

It has been almost two months since my last entry into this blog.  Many things have changed both in my church life and in my secular life.  For one, I have a new job; a job which I love doing, but I am realizing that perhaps it is not the best of environments for me to work in.  Another thing that is changing is that the goings on in my parish (of which specifics will not be discussed here to protect many people, myself included) may not be the best environment either.
Where work is concerned, there are several factors involved.  First of all, many people just look at the job as.....a job.  The job either doesn't pay enough for them to care about doing their job the best they can, or perhaps worse, it is their best, which to me is a sad commentary on society.  With one exception, the ones who do care the most seem to be of another faith.  Now, the differing faith doesn't bother me in the sense of none of them are trying to convert me to it, but to me, it does beg the question of what ethics are parents who raise their children even nominally Christian passing on to their children.  If we don't do our best at work, we never will do our best at anything, and I am sadly concluding that such attitudes spill over into our spiritual lives.  Perhaps, though, this problem is with me, as I take what my parents taught me seriously when they taught me that not having the best job in the world is no excuse to be the best at it, and anything less than your best effort is failure.  As the popular saying goes, failure is not an option.
Now, the goings on in our parish highlight some of these attitudes also.  The parish has become fractious, argumentative, and in some instances, incomprehensible.  It is not the faith itself that is in jeopardy.  Rather, I would say it is the value of the faith that we pass on to the next generation that is.
I know that there are several Christ-loving, God fearing parishioners who want nothing but to be closer to God through our faith.  I know that there are wolves in sheep's clothing stalking those sheep.  I also am very aware that we lack the physical presence of a full time shepherd to protect the lambs (by that, I mean we don't have an appointed rector).  So, some sheep get devoured; others flee; others hide in plain sight.  The problem with feeding a hungry wolf is they will need to eat again.
So, here I am, stumbling along my path, facing the biggest test I have ever faced of applying my faith into my life.  I personally am not one who would enjoy hunting wolves.  Protecting a flock from them is one thing, but the ammunition necessary is not always available.  Of course, Jesus is our best weapon against those wolves, and He is always available, and He promised He will always be with us.  I believe it to be true.  However, wolves can be scary creatures.  They run in packs, hunt in packs, and tire you out after a long attack.  Wolves can be vicious; lambs gentle.  That's why lambs need shepherds.  I am learning that I not only do not always make a good employee no matter how well I do my job and how great an effort I put into it, but I make a lousy shepherd.  I am unable to protect the sheep from the wolves.
If I come across as feeling helpless right now, it is because I need help from someone who is a worthy shepherd.  I am not hungry enough to be a wolf, nor gentle enough to be a lamb.  I am merely a broken man in need of the protection of Jesus.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Who Are We Fighting?

I haven't been making as many entries as I would like as of late.  We have had many problems at our parish, and I have no doubt that they will not be resolved in short measure.  We have a parish at the moment that is angry, scared, hurt, suspicious, and ready for battle.  The question I have to ask myself is "Who are we fighting"?
Are we fighting an organization that is trying to take from us that which we think is ours?  Are we fighting a person who makes trouble for one that effects us all?  Are we fighting ourselves?  Are we fighting society as whole?  Are we fighting evil?  Are we fighting God?
I think everyone of these are valid questions.  Those closest to me know what troubles our parish is suffering through, and yes, I choose the word suffering specifically, for there is not a one of us who is free from suffering over this, so I will not reveal all of the details of our parish here.  What I will do, however, is attempt to make sense of it all for myself, and if I help anyone else, then I got lucky.
What makes no sense is why this all started.  I have yet to speak to anyone in my parish who thinks that the spark that ignited this fire is founded in truth.  What makes sense is that if it is, to our amazement, that we have to ask for forgiveness from many who have tried to help us through this.
What makes no sense is what we are to do.  What makes sense is that we have to trust this is God's will for all of us, including the most effected and the one punished most.
What makes no sense is the answers we have been given.  What makes sense is that it has to be dealt with for what it is.
What makes no sense is why God wills us to go through this.  What makes sense is that we will find out.
Oh, Heavenly Father, please protect our parish.  Please keep us together and let your will be done through us, and show us they way forward to best serve you.
Oh Lord Jesus Christ, through the prayers of your most pure mother, ever virgin and Most Blessed Theotokos, and all the Saints, have mercy on us.  You are the light of the world; please shine on us to remove us from this darkness.
Oh Heavenly Father, we submit to your will.  Amen.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

An Easter Story

There was a young man in Soviet era Leningrad (St Petersburg) who attended church every Sunday.  He knew that he was being watched by the KGB; the priest at the church was always under surveillance to prevent him from teaching anyone else about Christ and the Orthodox Faith.  The priest was constantly harrased by the KGB, with such tactics as phone calls and confrontations, warning him that teaching and training a priest was a crime.  Such was the bravery of this young man and his priest that it didn't stop them.
The young man attended all of the services faithfully; he sang in the choir every week.  It seemed, however, that the only people attending the services regularly were the old women of the area, which the KGB did not deem as threatening to the state as a young man of spiritual conviction.  At times, this would depress him; other times, he felt blessed because of it, knowing the persecution the faith was undergoing.
There was one service every year, however, that the otherwise empty church would be overflowing; Pascha, which is known as Easter in the West.  Then, it seemed that either the KGB gave permission to attend or that people just didn't worry about it.  No matter, for in a story reminiscent of the birth of our Savior, there was literally no room.
This service would attract all sorts of people from around the area; not only did the faithful old ladies attend, but so did the mobsters, the drug dealers and addicts, the prostitutes, the gamblers, the thieves, and in general, those who most people would look at in a manner that was suspicious at best, and overly judgmental by nature.
These people would come in and not necessarily disrupt the sacred service, but they certainly would be loud and perhaps irreverent.  Most certainly the majority were drunk as the entered the church, and they brought the boisterousness of the party into church with them.
This made the young man a bit envious.  While he regretted not his decision to be faithful, he did not understand how such people could only come to service once a year, and even then make it into something he did not think it should be: a continuation of a party on the street.  He wasn't as angry at them as he was hurt.  How could they disrespect that which he was working so hard to keep available to them, even at the risk of imprisonment?  It seemed that they were mocking not only him, but God also.
He decided to confess.  He knew his feelings were hurting only him; those who reveled in the manner they did were not suffering from his pain whatsoever.  As he told his priest about his feelings for all he was doing, all they both were risking, and how he felt their bravery was being mocked every Pascha, his priest gave him a loving lesson that he carries to this day.
His priest reminded him that those who go to church every week are already seeking Christ, and Christ is always with them for it.  Sure, they will sin and fail, but it is much easier for those who walk so closely in the faith to be lifted by Christ and put back into the way of good.  It is those very people; the thieves, prostitutes, mobsters, drug dealers and addicts, and gamblers and others that Christ came into the world to save.  It's not that those who walk in the faith don't need Christ as much; those who do not simply need Him more sometimes.  Christ will always be ready for those who need Him most, including those who may walk away, and for those who live the faith, Christ will be there also, but He also knows we are there for Him.  We who walk in the faith have already seen; we have already experienced His mercy, and do so every week.  We commemorate the Crucifixion and Resurrection every Sunday.   We remember, and need such reminders less.  We remember, and are blessed for it every Liturgy.  It is those very people who walk away from Him that Christ died for.  It is our job to remember that always and to remind others of that when necessary.  It is those very people who only experience it the one time a year who need the joy of the Resurrection more on that day than the faithful.  Sometimes, that one day is all they joy they have.
This young man understood.  He went to seminary and studied and prayed.  He became a priest, despite the best efforts of the KGB to prevent it.  He is a most beloved priest, for I personally see the love that his parish has for him every week.  They defend him with a passion reserved for those they love most.  They come to his aid as much as he comes to theirs.
If only we in the West knew what he went through, perhaps we wouldn't take our worship so lightly.
Christ Is Risen!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Missionaries to Alaska, Tradition and Ritual, and Dale Murphy

Ok, my first guess is that the last name one would expect to see on a blog about Orthodox Christianity is Dale Murphy, a retired baseball player who is not Orthodox.  In fact, the last place you would expect to hear about him is in an Orthodox Christian service.  However, we must also remember that it has been said (though I admittedly am taking this WAY out of context) that "the last shall be first", so, here is the name Dale Murphy appearing on a blog about Orthodox Christianity for all to see.
A little background is quite necessary.  Dale Murphy was indeed mentioned in the homily given at an Orthodox Vespers service I attended back in 2011 (January if I recall) by the priest serving that night.  Father (and this particular priest is a baseball fanatic!) talked about how, when he watched his own brother coming up to the plate, it reminded him of watching Mr Murphy come to bat, and how he always did the same ritual; the tapping of his spikes with the bat, the tapping of the plate with the bat, the sleeve tugs, and more I can't remember.  He talked about his brother doing what is hero did.  He then tied it all in to how ritual is important in the faith as it reminds us that we are all connected by the same rituals to those Orthodox Christians who came and went before us 1000-1500-1700 years ago.  To lose the ritual and tradition is to lose sight of what makes us Orthodox, not only mechanically and outwardly, but spiritually and other worldly.  It means we would lose our theosis.
I was reminded of this homily this past week, Holy week, the week between the Entry into Jerusalem and Pascha, as I was reading a book called "Alaskan Missionary Spirituality".  In one of the earliest chapters, a comparison is made between the missions of Father (now Saint) Herman and New Valaam spreading the Gospel to the Aleuts and the Protestant method of spreading Protestantism to the Natives in the "Lower 48".  Where the Protestants spread the Gospel through fear of hell and force of cultural extermination, through the replacement of Native American Spirituality with Christianity, Father Herman and his aides accepted that the natives of Alaska already had a sense of God as creator, but were unaware how their traditions were fulfilled in Jesus.  Where the natives of the lower 48 were turned upside down in their beliefs, Father Herman showed how their beliefs were not in opposition to Christianity, just incomplete without Christ.  Where the natives of the lower 48 were told their beliefs were in contradiction with the Gospel and must be abandoned, Father Herman taught that their beliefs were now summed up in the history of Jesus.    Father Herman showed that their ceremonial rituals were an understanding of God, and how Orthodox rituals were the understanding not only of Jesus but of the early Christians.  What Father Herman did was not only miraculous, it was long lasting.  Alaska is quite entrenched in the Orthodox Faith even to this day among the natives, though there has been erosion since around 1867.  We see the fruit of the lower 48 with every relic of the Natives past.
Of course, I have over simplified what I read in the book, in part because I am still absorbing its lessons and in part that I would rather encourage you to read this book yourself instead of me giving you a Cliff Notes version, but also because of how both that homily and this book tie into this holiest week of our liturgical year.  We are going through our Bridegroom Matins and other services not because they are meant to please God (though we pray they do) but to REMIND us of Him and to educate us; just as the Native Alaskans used their rituals to educate their children of their spirituality before Father Herman.   We go through these services to remind us of Our Savior and His mission, not only when He walked this Earth, but as it is now that He has sacrificed himself and sits at the right hand of the Father.  We go through these things because it reminds us of who we are in Christ's mission, and what our part in it is to be.  When the Hymn is finally sung "Christ is Risen from the dead, trampling down death by death, and upon those in the tombs bestowing life", we are reminded that this mission continues and must continue.
Our Orthodox ancestors passed down their rituals, and the Alaskan Natives passed down theirs, and Dale Murphy inspired someone to copy his rituals to become a better hitter in baseball.  Three different types of rituals from three different sources all for one same purpose: to keep us centered on the task at hand.
Christ Is Risen!!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

What will I become?

With Pascha approaching, it has been a very busy time at our church.  Of course, we have had our problems, and they continue, but I don't think they will get in the way of the joy we are supposed to feel over the news of the risen Christ.  If it does, all I can think is that the demons are entering our church, and we are encouraging them, and nobody wants me to be wrong about that more than me.
Lately, though, I have found my favorite times being when I can be alone in the temple, cleaning, polishing the brass, praying, and other tasks that would be mundane to me if they were not done for the temple of Our Lord.  It's nice to be trusted in many ways, sure.  What's nicer is the silence I can find inside the walls of the temple as I do my things in preparation for Pascha, and the lack of self-awareness that comes with it.  It's nice to pray loud in the temple with no one there, as opposed to quietly in my room or in public so as not to attract the attention of other people.  For a guy who has been a performer, I find myself constantly thinking about being seen by people when I pray, lest I get a reward I don't want.  It's one thing to know that part of the admonition I refer to is supposed show what our intent is; am I praying in public to be seen or praying to pray?  My problem that I am seeing is that one can start to pray in public just to pray to then have it morph into praying to be seen.  Oh, those crafty demons.  However, this entry is not about the demons, though I must acknowledge their efforts to draw me away from God.
I think this entry is about why I enjoy being alone in the temple so much now.  The only ones who can see me there when I am alone are God, Jesus, the Theotokos, and the Saints.  There is no self consciousness there; there is only me pouring my heart out.  Whether I only ask for mercy, or say a Canon by myself, or just sit in silence to allow God time to try to get some things through my thick skull, I have nothing to worry about in my praying there.  Anyone who wanders into the church at such a time won't worry that I am praying; they'd probably even join me.  I only wish I didn't have to have employment to support myself and pay bills; I could pray alone in the temple more often.
Which brings me back to Pascha: it is time for my soul to rise to God and ask not only forgiveness and mercy, but strength and enlightenment.  Knowing what changes have come over me in the last few years, from being someone who was so interested in the workings of politics and absorbed in pursuits that damaged me and then becoming someone who longs to be in the church more, even without a service being conducted, I am wondering what it is I have to destroy, and even allow others to destroy, in order for my own new life and fulfillment to occur.  I am still too attached to the world, and am not obedient enough, to be a good monk; I don't know many monks who feel comfortable in hockey arenas and baseball stadiums or playing guitar and singing.  Actually, I don't know many monks.
What the answer is, I do not know.  What I do know is that Pascha is coming soon, and as much as I look forward to the Pascha services, the Paschal exclamations, and the feast that accompanies them (thinking of all the kielbasa I will want to eat), I am looking forward to finding those answers in the coming year.  I am looking forward to my own transformation from a creature of the world to a servant of God and (dare I say) a disciple of Christ.  I am looking forward to this more than I ever thought I would, for I am approaching a question I have asked for almost forty years now in a whole new way.  The question I seek an answer to is this: What will I become?
God Bless.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Obedience

The subject of this entry is also my lesson for Lent.  I not only must learn to be more obedient in my job (which I think I am doing well at); I not only must be more obedient at church (and I don't think that was ever really a problem, but it doesn't hurt to get better), but I must also be more obedient to God, as Jesus was obedient to His Father and even His mother, the Theotokos.
Remember the story in Luke 2 about the 12 year old Jesus teaching at the Temple?  I take less of Jesus being wise at a young age from these passages (verses 43-50) and more from the aftermath (verses 51-52).  In those last two verses, Luke writes:
"And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject to them. And his mother kept all these words in her heart. And Jesus advanced in wisdom, and age, and grace with God and men."
It seems to me that for Jesus to advance in wisdom, He had to be obedient not only to His Father, but to Mary and Joseph also.  It seems to me that because He made Himself obedient, He advanced in grace.  Since my goal in becoming Orthodox (part of my goal, anyhow) was to obtain more grace, it has become obvious to me after reading this chapter of Luke that obedience is important.
If we are not obedient, it says more about our will than our wisdom.  If we are not obedient, we put ourselves at risk of many troubles, from the spiritual to the cultural to the criminal.  If we are not obedient, we run a risk of an overinflated ego dominating our sense of self, which only distorts that sense.  When we decide not to be obedient, we deny that there are powers more important than us; our employer (who can find someone else to do our job), our parents (we are always to honor them, provided they lead us not into sin) our spouse (who we are supposed to submit to), the government (we can find ourselves in jail), but most importantly, God (and we know the ramifications there).
Out of all of those I mention, however, only God shows us mercy beyond compare: our parents can be merciful, but they may also never "wipe the slate clean", our employer may give us a "severance package, but we'll never be working for them again, let alone get a good reference from them, and the government?  I won't mention those possible ramifications lest I ask for trouble.
I don't think I have been outwardly as rebellious as of late as I was in my younger days, and perhaps even just a few months ago.  However, I shouldn't be allowed to judge how obedient I am, for it is not me who I need to become more obedient to.
My prayer shall be thus: Heavenly Father, as you are all knowing and all powerful, show me once more, your unworthy and willing servant, your mercy and compassion, and please help me to serve you better, to obey your commandments more fully, so that I may be deemed as worthy as possible of having Your grace bestowed upon me, that I may humbly speak of Your great goodness and everlasting love for man, whom You have created.  May your love and mercy reward me with tears of repentence, that I may better serve You and dare call upon You to worship You, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, both now and ever unto the ages of ages.  Amen.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Psalm 50 in the 21st Century

I had a very interesting experience this week.  My humility was called into question by someone who perceives themselves as a "good Christian".  So it got me thinking whether I truly was humble, or whether I was acting out of false humility.  It further got me wondering what exactly is a "good Christian" and what is a bad one.
I wasn't offended by the comment at all; when you have been onstage and done poorly, as well as done well, you have to develop somewhat of a thick skin in order not to be paralyzed with fear.  The first thing I did was thank God for the opportunity to examine myself, and see exactly how I might come across to others when professing my faith.  Only God knows whether I truly pass that test, but if I were to ask myself whether I pass or not, I would only say that one thing I never have called myself is a good Christian.  I have called myself a believer; I have called myself broken, but never a good Christian.
Then I remembered Psalm 50, which we, as Orthodox Christians, are supposed to say with our morning prayers every day.  "A sacrifice to God is a broken spirit: a heart that is broken and contrite God will not despise."  No person on Earth knows more about how broken I am than I do.  I know my sins, and always acknowledge them to myself, God, and my confessor (even if I don't admit them otherwise).  It is one thing to call myself the first amongst sinners (sounds prideful, doesn't it?) but I am past that.  I am broken.  I don't have the wisdom to put myself together: only God can, and only Jesus will lead me to God to do so.
So why do so many people who think they are good Christians not remember Psalm 50?  Is it the splintering of the churches?  Is it so much focus on the New Testament that the Old Testament, especially Psalms, is ignored or forgotten?  Is it pride?  Is it the evil sweeping over the world manifesting itself in false worship; not of idols, mind you, but a worship that is not pleasing to God?
I do not know the answer to this, and if you do, you are a better person than I will ever be.  However, for now, I will just have to be blessed with being broken, knowing God does not despise me for it.  I will have to be content to be contrite of heart, even if I don't always show it to others.  I will have to keep my resolve to turn over more to God and let Him handle things, because He knows what to do and I am no one to tell Him.
Most important, I think I will have to be happy that I am not a good Christian.  It seems God smiles more on us broken ones.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Prayer Lessons.

Our parish is in the midst of some turmoil at the moment.  I won't go into details as to the problems, but I will say that things are bad enough that we are saying nightly akathists for our parish.  It is through this that I am learning more about the power of prayer.
We know we will only get results on God's time.  In fact, we pray for Him to deliver us from our turmoil as He sees fit when He knows best.  What I am learning more about, though, is how powerful prayer is in your community.
Not all of us can make it every night, and I am no exception; with a new job and a schedule that conflicts with the times, there are times when I am coming home from work when the akathist starts.  That said, I go whenever I am not working, and it is amazing that even though I only see a handful of people there, it is always the same people who are there; the choir director, two regular parishioners, the church caretakers, and certain members of the choir are there every time I am.  What has this taught me?  It has taught me to learn to see who is more disciplined in prayer than I am (not counting a priest) and seek them out.  It has taught me that these are the people who most likely remember me in prayer each day, as I do them.  It is teaching me to be more comfortable in prayer, not only with these few people, but in general: it's not that prayer made me uncomfortable, but it did always make me, for lack of a better phrase, self-conscious.  Am I praying correctly?  Am I following "rules"? Am I offending anyone?
Yes, I am praying correctly, every time I invoke the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ.  There aren't "rules" as much a disciplinary guidelines (giving a  nod to "Captain Barbosa").  Finally, the only people who would be offended by my prayers are those in the dark.
So as I pray that our parish be delivered from it's current turmoil, I am grateful that I was privileged to be a part of it; by being present, by praying both alone and with members of my parish, and for the most enlightening lessons on the power of prayer I have ever received.  I truly am blessed.
God bless all of you.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Prayers for our Enemies

"Lord Jesus Christ, Who didst command us to love our enemies, and those who defame and injure us, and to pray for them and forgive them; Who Thyself didst pray for Thine enemies, who crucified thee: grant us, we pray, the spirit of Christian reconciliation and meekness, that we may heartily forgive every injury and be reconciled with our enemies. Grant us to overcome the malevolence and offences of people with Christian meekness and true love of our neighbor. We further beseech Thee, O Lord, to grant to our enemies true peace and forgiveness of sins; and do not allow them to leave this life without true faith and sincere conversion. And help us repay evil with goodness, and to remain safe from the temptations of the devil and from all the perils which threaten us, in the form of visible and invisible enemies. Amen. "


"O Lord, our God, pre-existing before all ages and remaining forever; who are as great in compassion as you are in uncontainable power; who because of your ineffable mercy bowed the heavens, came down on earth and became man for the salvation of sinners; who put on and immortalized our nature and ascended with it to the place from which you descended; hear from heaven and become merciful to all those who cry out to you with a broken heart. You, O Master of all, lend you ear and hear us. We know your undefeatable love for your creation and your inexhaustible goodness. Hence, we throw ourselves into the ocean of your compassions and entreat you: turn not your face from us nor cast us away from your countenance neither hand us over to those who are so furiously attacking us. Look upon us with your compassionate eye. Show us how to rise above both the visible and invisible enemies. Place in us a power from on high; encompass us with your almighty right hand; keep us under the protection of your wings; fortify us with love for one another and grant us unshakable peace. But before all and above all, instill in us your fear and your love that your holy name may also be glorified in us. Upon you alone we look, on you alone we have placed our hopes, and to you we send up the glory, together with your Father, who is without beginning, and the life-creating Spirit, now and ever and unto the ages of ages. Amen."

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Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.
Enemies have driven me into Thy embrace more than friends have.
Friends have bound me to earth, enemies have loosed me from earth and have demolished all my aspirations in the world.
Enemies have made me a stranger in worldly realms and an extraneous inhabitant of the world.
Just as a hunted animal finds safer shelter than an unhunted animal does, so have I, persecuted by enemies, found the safest sanctuary, having ensconced myself beneath Thy tabernacle, where neither friends nor enemies can slay my soul.
Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.
They, rather than I, have confessed my sins before the world.
They have punished me, whenever I have hesitated to punish myself.
They have tormented me, whenever I have tried to flee torments.
They have scolded me, whenever I have flattered myself They have spat upon me, whenever I have filled myself with arrogance.
Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.
Whenever I have made myself wise, they have called me foolish.
Whenever I have made myself mighty, they have mocked me as though I were a dwarf.
Whenever I have wanted to lead people, they have shoved me into the background.
Whenever I have rushed to enrich myself, they have prevented me with an iron hand.
Whenever I thought that I would sleep peacefully, they have wakened me from sleep.
Whenever I have tried to build a home for a long and tranquil life,they have demolished it and driven me out.
Truly, enemies have cut me loose from the world and have stretched out my hands to the hem of Thy garment.
Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them.
Bless them and multiply them; multiply them and make them even more bitterly against me:
so that my fleeing to Thee may have no return;
so that all hope in men may be scattered like cobwebs;
so that absolute serenity may begin to reign in my soul;
so that my heart may become the grave of my two evil twins: arrogance and anger;
so that I might amass all my treasure in heaven;
ah, so that I may for once be freed from self deception, which has entangled me in the dreadful web of illusory life.
Enemies have taught me to know what hardly anyone knows, that a person has no enemies in the world except himself.
One hates his enemies only when he fails to realize that they are not enemies, but cruel friends.
It is truly difficult for me to say who has done me more good and who has done me more evil in the world: friends or enemies.
Therefore bless, O Lord, both my friends and my enemies.
A slave curses enemies, for he does not understand.
But a son blesses them, for he understands. For a son knows that his enemies cannot touch his life. Therefore he freely steps among them and prays to God for them.
Bless my enemies, O Lord. Even I bless them and do not curse them."

Lord, I offer Thee these prayers from the saints as an odor of spiritual fragrance for those who currently persecute me and those I love.   Humbly, I beseech Thee, to hear my prayers, and those of all Orthodox Christians, for freedom, safe deliverance, and victory over those who attack us, both as persons and as a church, in body and spirit,  in truth and deceit, and may our persecutions lead us ever closer to Thee, who art all good and deserving of all glory, honor, and worship In The Name of the Father, and The Son, and The Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto the ages of ages, Amen.

Monday, January 9, 2012

I got drafted!

Ok...for some people, the title to this blog entry may bring back nasty flashbacks of the sixties and anti-Vietnam war protests, and some may start reciting the "Alice's Restaurant Masacree" (with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and other phenomenon), but in my case, it is true.  I truly did get drafted....just not by the US military.  I was drafted by the priest where I attend church to do something very important.
A little background: I attend an OCA church that is overwhelmingly Russian (or at least old Soviet).  I honestly think I am the only regular adult parishioner who can not speak Russian.  So, because I can walk, and it is Orthodox, I walk to this church every Saturday and Sunday for Vespers and Liturgy.  I follow along with the services in the Svit prayerbook; it's the only way I could follow!  Where I get lost is the sermon; Father gives it in Russian, and all I can do is smile and nod politely.  However, Father noticed a chance for me to give also, and has made me do so.
Since about Thanksgiving time, I have given the epistle reading in English.  How overwhelming.  Who am I to say anything about God through the writings of St Paul?  However, since I was asked to, how can I say no?  So, I didn't.
At first, I thought that there was no purpose to this other than to show those who couldn't speak Russian that they are welcome also.  Let's face it; in the Northeast, church attendance is down, and churches are closing.  The current church I attend would have closed if Father had accepted an offer to go to Poland to a university there about eight years ago.  He decided to stay and keep the church open.  If he hadn't made that decision for me those years ago, I wouldn't have been drafted.
However, a recent talk by a man who grew up in the parish shed some new light on this for me also.  He talked about growing up here and going to church here and how in his youth, it was so crowded on holidays that police were needed for traffic control; in fact, the two blocks surrounding the church were shut down for safety reasons.  He talked with zeal about his favorite memories from this church growing up.  Then it dawned on me: he was speaking in English!  OK, I understand THAT shouldn't have been a "revelation" since I like to think I have excellent command of the English language myself.  Yet, it wasn't until I thought about the fact he WAS speaking in English to a bunch of Russian immigrants in the USA that I realized how important I am now to keeping this church open and alive.  It isn't that I can speak English; it's that many Americans (myself included) can not speak Russian.  This isn't a Russian Church; it's an Orthodox Church.  This isn't a "Russian" community; we are God's children.  All God's children must be made welcome in His house of worship.
I realize now how I am to be that welcoming person for the non-Russian speaking person who wants to come here.  I am to be as welcoming to them as I was welcomed by all here, because I was welcomed.  No one told me I did not belong because I was unable to speak Russian.  No one told me to go seek those who spoke my language.  No one told me to leave.  Everyone has shown me they want me to stay.  Father has given me work to do.  How can I say no?
I only pray I do not let my parish, my priest, and God down, as I have so often in my life.  Please pray for me also; I need them more and more.