Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Great and Holy Wednesday


"Great and Holy Wednesday
Commemorated on April 19

On
Great and Holy Wednesday, the hymns of the Bridegroom Service remind us of the sinful woman who poured precious ointment on Christ's head at Simon the leper's house (Mt. 26:7). The disciples complained about the wasteful extravagance, for the myrrh could have been sold and the money given to the poor. On this same day Judas agreed to betray the Lord for thirty pieces of silver. Because the betrayal took place on Wednesday, Orthodox Christians fast on most Wednesdays during the year. On the other hand, the Savior declared that the woman's actions would be remembered wherever the Gospel is preached (Mt. 26:13), for she had anointed Him in preparation for His burial (Mt. 26:12)."


Wow. I didn't know that is why we fast most Wednesdays during the year. Interesting. Anyone know why we fast on Fridays?

When I joined the church, all my priest told me (that I can recall) is that we fast almost every Wednesday and Friday from meat and dairy, but I don't remember him telling me why. I should've known better. In Orthodoxy, there's always a reason.

I pray everyone is having a blessed Holy Week.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Venerable Mark the Anchorite of Athens

The Life of the Saint, the Venerable Mark the Anchorite of Athens, that I read at the OCA Web Site affected me so profoundly that I wanted to reprint it here.

Reprinted from http://www.oca.org:

Venerable Mark the Anchorite of Athens
--Commemorated on: April 5



Saint Mark was born in Athens. He related his life to Abba Serapion who, by the will of God, visited him before his death.




He had studied philosophy in his youth. After the death of his parents, St Mark withdrew into Egypt and settled into a cave of Mount Trache (in Ethiopia). He spent ninety-five years in seclusion and during this time not only did he not see a human face, but not even a beast or bird.




The first thirty years were the most difficult for St Mark. Barefoot and bedraggled, he suffered from the cold in winter, and from the heat in summer. The desert plants served him for food, and sometimes he had to eat the dust and drink bitter sea water. Unclean spirits chased after St Mark, promising to drown him in the sea, or to drag him down from the mountain, shouting, "Depart from our land! From the beginning of the world no one has come here. Why have you dared to come?"


After thirty years of tribulation, divine grace came upon the ascetic. Angels brought him food, and long hair grew on his body, protecting him from the cold and heat. He told Abba Serapion, "I saw the likeness of the divine Paradise, and in it the prophets of God Elias and Enoch. The Lord sent me everything that I sought."


During his conversation with Abba Serapion, St Mark inquired how things stood in the world. He asked about the Church of Christ, and whether persecutions against Christians still continued. Hearing that idol worship had ceased long ago, the saint rejoiced and asked, "Are there now in the world saints working miracles, as the Lord spoke of in His Gospel, 'If ye have faith even as a grain of mustard seed, ye will say to this mountain, move from that place, and it will move, and nothing shall be impossible for you' (Mt.17:20)?"


As the saint spoke these words, the mountain moved from its place 5,000 cubits (approximately 2.5 kilometers) and went toward the sea. When St Mark saw that the mountain had moved, he said, "I did not order you to move from your place, but was conversing with a brother. Go back to your place!" After this, the mountain actually returned to its place. Abba Serapion fell down in fright. St Mark took him by the hand and asked, "Have you never seen such miracles in your lifetime?"


"No, Father," Abba Serapion replied. Then St Mark wept bitterly and said, "Alas, today there are Christians in name only, but not in deeds."


After this, St Mark invited Abba Serapion to a meal and an angel brought them food. Abba Serapion said that never had he eaten such tasty food nor drunk such sweet water. "Brother Serapion," answered St Mark, "did you see what beneficence God sends His servants? In all my days here God sent me only one loaf of bread and one fish. Now for your sake He has doubled the meal and sent us two loaves and two fishes. The Lord God has nourished me with such meals ever since my first sufferings from evil."


Before his death, St Mark prayed for the salvation of Christians, for the earth and everything in the world living upon it in the love of Christ. He gave final instructions to Abba Serapion to bury him in the cave and to cover the entrance. Abba Serapion was a witness of how the soul of the one hundred- thirty-year-old Elder Mark, was taken to Heaven by angels.


After the burial of the saint, two angels in the form of hermits guided Abba Serapion into the inner desert to the great Elder John. Abba Serapion told the monks of this monastery about the life and death of St Mark.

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I was most moved by the fact that he was able to move a mountain, as stated in the Gospel he quotes. It reminded me of a conversation I had with another parishioner and our priest. This parishioner was a catechumen, and he asked why no one is able to move mountains, and I remember thinking, "Because no one's faith is that strong, even the most pious monastic." I have always believed that passage from the Book of Matthew to be Christ's creative way of saying that no one's faith will ever be strong enough. If the Life of the Saint printed above is entirely accurate, then I suppose my understanding of the passage has been wrong all those years, but I'm reminded of what Fr. Thomas Hopko wrote in The Orthodox Faith (aka: The Rainbow Series): Vol.1, Doctrine:

"Because these volumes were written down in times quite
different from our own, it is necessary to read them carefully to distinguish
the essential points from the artificial and sometimes even fanciful
embellishments which are often contained in them. In the Middle Ages, for
instance, it was customary to...dress up the lives of the lesser known saints
... It was also the custom to add many elements, particularly supernatural and
miraculous events of the most extraordinary sort, to confirm the true holiness of
the saint, to gain strength for his spiritual goodness and truth, and to foster imitation
of his virtues in the lives of the hearers and readers..."


Undoubtedly, the virtues of this saint resonated within me and absolutely inspired me to try and do better. If in fact that moving of moutains was a fabrication, is that really what's important? Or was the moving of mountains merely a way of making a point to the reader of just how faithful, devoted, and pious St. Mark was? Any way you look at it, St. Mark was incredibly devoted to Christ and the ascetic life, and it will do justice to his memory and to our lives if we think of him for just one day as we go out into the world to move our own moutains - by feeding the hungry, giving assistance to the elderly, caring for children, or simply saying a kind word with a smile to someone who is having a difficult time in his/her life. Let's all get inspired and remember that...

Christ is in our midst!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Ben Stein

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary, Sunday, 12/18/05.

Herewith at this happy time of year, a few confessions from my beating heart: I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important?

I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife. Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are. If this is what it means to be no longer young. It's not so bad.

Next confession:I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.

I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.