A Problem With Monuments?

It’s been a month since I last posted anything. Severe pain in my right arm and shoulder has kept me from doing much typing. I’ve already gone through one stretch of prednisone treatment and am now taking two other medications, methylprednisolone and another whose name I can’t remember. I have another post still in draft stage and I hope to finish it soon. It’s about the new icon in our church. If you haven’t read the article our local newspaper did on us you can access it here http://www.pressherald.com/news/holy-strokes_2011-08-22.html

Today I want to write about something else. August 29 is an important holy day in our church, the day on which we commemorate the Beheading of St. John the Baptist. John was executed because he spoke truth to power. His message was not religious in the conventional sense. His message was also political, because he could not separate his religious beliefs from issues of justice and public behavior. He spoke and he paid with his life.

Another man who spoke and paid with his life was a man who lived much closer in time and place to us. Forty-eight years ago yesterday, on August 28, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King gave his famous “I Have a Dream” speech at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. The official dedication this weekend of the new Martin Luther King Memorial in Washington had to be canceled because of Hurricane Irene.

Every country has its memorials to great men and women. And so do religions. In the Orthodox Church we call them “saints” and we build many memorials to them: icons and shrines. Most churches are dedicated to particular saints, so churches are memorials as well. The building of memorials seems to be an irresistible urge for humans everywhere. It was definitely time a memorial was erected in the nation’s capital to the man who did more than anyone else in the 20th century to move this country away from some shameful aspects of our national history.

But is there a danger with memorials? Do memorials risk taming the message of the men and women commemorated? Do we risk forgetting that Martin Luther King was murdered for speaking out against injustice, economic inequality, and the war in Vietnam? This is one of the questions raised in a poem by Carl Wendell Hines. Here is a portion of this poem:

“Now that he is safely dead,
Let us Praise him,
Build monuments to his glory,
Sing Hosannas to his name.

Dead men make such convenient Heroes.
They cannot rise to challenge the images
We would fashion from their Lives.
And besides, it is easier to build monuments
Than to build a better world.”

How true those last two line: It is easier to build monuments than to build a better world. No matter how impressive the memorial, Martin Luther King’s dream remains a dream; still unfulfilled in this country and around the world, still fought by those who deny the equality of all men and women and equal access to justice and socio-economic freedom. Does building a memorial in the nation’s capital give the false message that the dream has become reality? Perhaps the poem is a more truthful testament to Martin Luther King than the memorial in Washington. What do you think?

 

Humbling Days Are Here

“I would just like to say one sentence: This is the most humble day of my life.” Media magnate Rupert Murdoch interrupted his son’s testimony to a Parliament committee last week to say that one sentence. He certainly looked humble as he sat there, often with his head bowed down and an expression on his face that tried to say, “Look how humble I am.” How much of the humility displayed was real is not for me to judge. But I do wish to discuss that sentence he interrupted his son to say.

Humility can come from within and it can come from without. Humility comes from within when we are honest with ourselves. Humility comes from without when outside forces confront us about what we’ve done or are doing. Then we are humbled, even if only for three hours in front of the cameras. Perhaps Mr. Murdoch would have been more correct to say, “This is the most humbling day of my life.”

But “humble”? That’s a spiritual state. We are humble before God when we cultivate within ourselves a state of awareness, as we gradually drop our defenses and our fears and our attachment to self-image. Those are hard enough – almost impossible – to attain for ordinary mortals like you and me. But for a man like Rupert Murdoch? How does a man who has built his life around relentless acquisition practice self-emptying, which is the essence of humility? Again, I’m not judging his honesty or sincerity last week. I’m simply questioning whether he is even capable of knowing what it is to be “humble.”

But it’s not only Rupert Murdoch who has a problem here; we do too. How many of us cultivate a practice of self-emptying and letting go of attachments? I venture to say that most of us end up in the same place where Mr. Murdoch found himself on Tuesday. In other words, we are humbled by outside forces. Humility does not come easily.

The New Testament is full of statements about humility. But it’s never about learning techniques of humility. It’s always about being humble – which usually means to simply be.

Orthodox tradition has added to what we find in the New Testament. But other wisdom traditions also have much to teach us. Here is a beautiful story from the Zen tradition.

“Is there anything I can do to make myself enlightened?” asked the student.
“As little as you can do to make the sun rise in the morning,” replied the Master.
“Then of what use are the spiritual exercises you are teaching me?”
“To make sure you are not asleep when the sun begins to rise.”

It was “the most humble day” of Mr. Murdoch’s life because he had to appear before the cameras and face tough questioning. That’s a humbling experience for one of the most powerful men on earth. But true humility is more likely to come from being able to see the sun rise! True humility comes from being awake – not just physically, but spiritually, in touch with the wonder of the universe and the wonder of human lives. Does Mr. Murdoch ever see the real world instead of the world he and his editors are creating in the increasingly banal world of media boardrooms?

I started writing this blog entry last week, after the Murdoch testimony in London, but I laid it aside in order to enjoy a little vacation time. It’s now Monday of the following week and the world has moved on to face a new horror – the cold-blooded murder of 76 people in Norway by a far-right Christian nationalist. It’s horrifying to read the language he’s been using since his arrest. “Gruesome but necessary,” he calls his actions, but he will plead not guilty! He actually considers himself not a criminal, but a martyr!! According to his own 1500-page (!) manifesto, he was strongly influenced by some prominent anti-Moslem bloggers and writers. And did you notice that in the early hours of the attacks, the speculation was that these were al-Qaeda attacks? Moslems are the favorite scapegoats these days, right up there with “illegal immigrants.” With his murderous rampage this man wanted to “start a revolution” to stop the spread of Islam and change Europe’s immigration policies. A truly humbling day for the whole human race!

And let’s not talk about the other humbling things going on in the world, including Washington. Have we humans become so arrogant that we can only be humbled by our own atrocities? I fear that worse things wait for us. Perhaps you have some thoughts about all this.

FrC

An Amazing Greek Word

It’s a perfect day in East Boothbay where we’re staying for a few days at a seaside cottage. Here’s the view from our porch:

But really spectacular was last night’s sunset:

Bold were the colors that filled the sky last night. And that brings me to my subject for today. I’ve been thinking about an ancient Greek word that appears in our Liturgy. Have you ever noticed the way the Lord’s Prayer is introduced? “And enable us, O Master, that with boldness and without condemnation we may dare to call upon you the heavenly God as Father and to say…” We’re about to call God “Our Father…” and we ask God to enable us, to give us the ability and the boldness to do something as daring as that. It’s a pity that the daring of this moment is lost on most of us as we mechanically repeat the prayer that we learn from childhood.

The Greek word translated as “boldness” is παρρησία – usually transliterated in English as parrhesia. It comes from two ancient Greek words, πας/παν (all, whole, everything) and ρησις/ρημα (saying, speech). Together, these two words imply that we speak everything, holding nothing back. Thus, parrhesia is usually translated as openness and frankness of speech. When I speak with parrhesia it means that I take ownership of the words I speak, that they are my own, and I stand by them whatever the cost. So daring is always involved when speaking with parrhesia.

The first ancient Greek writer to use the word parrhesia was Euripides in many of his tragedies, often in political contexts. Indeed, the ancient use of this word often took the form of what we today call “speaking truth to power.” One of the most important French philosophers of the 20th century, Michel Foucault, spent the last few years of his life exploring this word and how it was used by the ancient writers, including the early church fathers, preachers and ascetics.

If you’re going to speak truth to power you definitely need daring and lots of parrhesia. But why do we need parrhesia when addressing God? For starters, there is no greater “power” in the universe than God. But that’s not the point of the Liturgy. It is not so much truth-telling to God that is at issue, but truth-telling to ourselves! When we address God as “Our Father” are we each of us aware of the words we’re speaking? Or are we simply mechanically repeating words that we learned as children?

“Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Really? Do we mean that? God’s will instead of my own? God’s will and not the will of your political party? Then we say, “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” Really? We forgive those who trespass against us? The most honest day will be the day when we all go silent at that part of the Lord’s Prayer. And such silence will require a huge amount of parrhesia!

This is an amazing topic, inspired by an amazing ancient word. But I must stop and enjoy the rest of this beautiful day. You might wonder why I am broaching such a weighty matter on a summer day while on vacation. Summer may be a time for relaxation, but it’s also a season of bold contrasts, bold colors, bold weather and bold sunlight that exposes everything. Why not also bold speech? Let’s rejoice that God gives us the parrhesia to address him as Father. But let’s not do it mechanically. Let’s allow the words we pray to challenge us and help us look at ourselves honestly. Summer is a time for honesty – and not only on the beach! I welcome your comments and thoughts on the Lord’s Prayer and how you experience boldness in your Christian life.

FrC

Reflections from a Ceremony

My vacation begins today, but last Thursday, July 7th, I participated in a memorable event – the retirement ceremony for Navy Captain Dean Krestos. Dean and his family have been members of our church for many years, and he asked me to give the opening and closing prayers at the ceremony. I was most honored to accept. As I listened to the Assistant Secretary of the Navy describe Dean’s achievements, especially during his tenure as Supervisor of Shipbuilding in Bath, I rejoiced to know that greatness is still possible in today’s society. Please join me in congratulating Dean and wishing the best for him as he launches the next chapter in his life. The ceremony very appropriately also honored his wife Estelle and their three children, Alexis, Andrea and Michael, all three of whom have chosen to follow in their father’s footsteps and serve in the US Navy.

The Navy knows how to honor people, and I was truly impressed by how personal and uplifting the ceremony was. Because I had a part in the proceedings I wasn’t free to take pictures during the ceremony, but we took some photos after the ceremony on the lawn of the Maine Maritime Museum on the banks of the Kennebec River.

The lesson for us today is that we should honor each other. Many times we don’t know what treasures lie hidden in other people, even people closest to us, even people that we admire. After the ceremony, as I was walking around the beautiful grounds, I was approached by people to thank me for my prayer offerings and some even asked me to pray for individuals who were sick. Thus it was that a young man who was a total stranger to me asked me to pray for his friend Chris who is critically ill. That too is a way of honoring people, when we pray for them. Most of us will never be honored by a beautiful ceremony such as the one for Dean Krestos, but we can still pray for each other – and that is a way of honoring each other.

Thus I can say that it’s an honor for me to be your priest and to have the privilege of praying for so many fine people. I wish I could do for everyone in our parish what I did for Captain Krestos last Thursday. Perhaps that’s what is so lacking in contemporary Orthodox church life. The Navy seems to know something that the church should know even better – but somehow we don’t. Prayer is what binds us!

When prayer is genuine, when it addresses people in the reality of their lives and is not full of fancy mambo-jumbo, it’s amazing what it can do, how it can bring people together. We don’t pray enough. Perhaps that’s the reason why there is so much division in the world and in the country in which we live. We rely too much on formal prayers, and not enough on heart prayers. People’s hearts need to be touched and want to be touched. We all want to be touched in the deepest levels of our being. Only prayer can reach those levels.

I don’t know how prayer affects God and interacts with God’s will. But I do know that prayer, when it is heartfelt and sincere touches the person praying and the people who hear the prayer. Perhaps something of that happened last Thursday as I opened and closed the retirement ceremony with prayer. I don’t think my words were particularly inspired or eloquent. My prayers were quite ordinary, really, but there was something about the setting, about the people gathered and the reason they were gathered that made my words of prayer fitting to the situation. That for me has always been the most important thing about prayer – does it fit the situation and does it arise from the situation?

Many years ago a man was shot in Portland who was a beloved member of our church, Tesfay Desta. Many of you remember him. I was looking at our 75th anniversary book the other day, and on page 39 of that book are printed words of Tesfay: “Even during the hard times, critical times, we don’t take other goods with us, but we take our religious books and pray. It could be in the mountains, or in the valley. We give priority to prayer.”

Let’s be inspired by Tesfay’s words. Let us give priority to prayer. And prayer is not just words, but actions and movements and the flow of our lives. But start where you are. Forget everything you’ve ever heard or read about prayer and just open your heart and soul to the reality around you and to who you are and where you are and who or what is on your mind. Then flow with all these sensations, let love guide you, and prayer will come, and it will be genuine.

We’ll talk some more about prayer in the future, but I’d love to hear what you think about what I’ve written here. Part of the reason for this blog that I’m starting today is to enable discussion. So if you’re reading this and have something to say, click on the quote balloon at the top and to the right of the title, and then type your comment where it says, Leave a Reply.

I really didn’t plan on writing so much for my first blog post, nor did I plan to move so far afield from talking about Dean’s retirement ceremony. So let me return to where I started and share with you portions of the two prayers I offered at Dean’s retirement ceremony.

God of heaven and earth and of all humanity: As we stand in your presence, we thank you for the privilege of living in this great country where each of us has been given to contribute to the greater good. And indeed today we recognize the contribution of Captain Dean Krestos as he comes to retirement…. We thank you, God, for everyone assembled here… May your spirit be upon this ceremony today, that your goodness may shine in our hearts, as we honor Capt. Krestos. Amen.

Lord God, bless Capt. Krestos and his family. May he and Estelle enjoy the years of his retirement with creativity and the excitement of new missions in life. May his children carry their father’s tradition of service honorably. Continue to bless this country, O Lord, as we struggle with the challenges of new conflicts and new dangers. May we continue to meet all challenges with our sense of justice and patience. Bless the navy and keep watch over the men and women sworn to defending our freedom. Bless everyone here, and may we all leave with renewed commitment to the tasks that each of us has accepted as our calling in life. May the example of Capt. Krestos illumine our own paths through life. We bless you and glorify you, O God of mercy. Amen.

FrC