He called back the sheep who had been led astray

Today, my Parish joyously will worship God for the first time in our new Church building.

Our Patron Saint is Alexis Toth of Wilkes-Barre. Yes, he labored for God in North America, and was canonized just twenty years ago. He was instrumental in the return of 17 Carpatho-Russian and Galician Uniate parishes in America to Holy Orthodoxy, and also started 15-20 new parishes, so we sing of how “He called back the sheep who had been led astray.”

That’s what he’s done for us who have him as patron, since most of us in the Parish are grateful converts from other Christian traditions (together with a few whose families had been wrested from Orthodoxy). No, I wasn’t led astray from Orthodoxy; I was born astray from Orthodoxy – to devout parents who cast their lot with, and then did the best they could with, what they knew of Christianity in the North American milieu of the late 4os forward.

With our new Church building, we have room for about twice as many strays to come home. Y’all come! 2115 S.R. 225 East, Battle Ground, Indiana. Matins 8:15, Divine Liturgy 9:30.

Today also is the observance of St. Ambrose of Milan, who was instrumental in the conversion of St. Augustine of Hippo, and the 95th birthday of my late father (who, yes, turned 22 the day Pearl Harbor was attacked). He barely got to know anything about Orthodoxy between my conversion and his death, and one thing he read worried him (I won’t go into that now). But God is gracious, and loves mankind, and I’ve claimed Ambrose as dad’s patron saint, who I like to say “is Orthodox now.”

Too bad we’re in the Nativity Fast, because I feel like a party!

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Tenderness leads to the gas chamber

I got this via e-mail, though there’s a web version, too (as with much e-mail today). I’m convinced that it’s true, and that the truth of it is important as we guard ourselves against becoming, in common terms, “monsters” – that is, nice guys who do horrible things with a more or less clear conscience, and probably with the approbation of their social set at that place and time.

An introductory paragraph has been omitted:

Throughout history, we have met ISIS before, in various guises. ISIS members believe they are doing good. So did the Nazis. The Bolsheviks.

A good friend of mine shared a quote from Robert Reilly:

Anyone who chooses an evil act must present it to himself as good; otherwise as Aristotle taught, he would be incapable of choosing it. When we rationalize we convince ourselves that heretofore forbidden desires are permissible. As Hilaire Belloc wrote, in this case, “Every evil is its own good.” In our minds we replace the reality of the moral order to which the desire should be subordinated with something more compatible with the activity we are excusing.

He reminded me of a comment by Dr. William Hurlbut that we both heard earlier this year at a talk in Chicago:

Hurlbut made the point that all the Nobel laureates he works with who are developing human cloning are all “really nice guys.” They are all about saving lives and relieving suffering in people’s lives. I’ve since come to the conclusion that the truly dangerous man must, almost by necessity, be someone who is largely loved and admired. Whittaker Chambers wanted nothing to do with turning in the names of communists trying to overthrow our government until it was forced upon him. These were kind people, friends of his, who only wanted what was best.

This in turn reminded my friend of a Flannery O’Connor quote: “In the absence of faith, we govern by tenderness, and tenderness leads to the gas chamber.”

He concluded: “That is what guides those really nice guys that Dr. Hurlbutt talked about. They are guided by a faithless tenderness of heart.”

Both the nice men and the ISIS jihadists think they are improving the world. Any man may imagine a moral order of his own or he may subject himself to someone else’s moral order–that of the street gang, the Gestapo, a political party, or the jihadists of ISIS. They all espouse a view of good and evil. Someone took pride in the design of the gas ovens of Auschwitz. Someone took satisfaction in the efficiency of those ovens. Someone in ISIS was proud to post a video of a beheading.

The calls to commit such acts–abortion, jihad, what have you–may come through passionate shouts or seductive whispers, all pointing to some perceived or imagined good. Because of this, the world is always a dangerous place in both war and peace, on the battlefield and in the classroom. But neither the brutal men nor the nice men will inherit the earth. Jesus Christ embodies the only moral order that will endure. He was not nice and tame, but he is good.

Yours for Christ, Creed & Culture,

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James M. Kushiner

Executive Director, The Fellowship of St. James

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Instant Sabbatical

A lot of stressors in ole Tipsy’s life right now, many involving too much work (which beats too little or unemployment).

Grant unto me, O Lord, that with peace of mind I may face all that this new day is to bring.

Grant unto me to dedicate myself completely to Thy Holy Will.

For every hour of this day, instruct and support me in all things.

Whatsoever tidings I may receive during the day, do Thou teach me to accept tranquilly, in the firm conviction that all eventualities fulfill Thy Holy Will.

Govern Thou my thoughts and feelings in all I do and say.

When things unforeseen occur , let me not forget that all cometh down from Thee.

Teach me to behave sincerely and rationally toward every member of my family, that I may bring confusion and sorrow to none.

Bestow upon me, my Lord, strength to endure the fatigue of the day, and to bear my part in all its passing events.

Guide Thou my will and teach me to pray, to believe, to hope, to suffer, to forgive, and to love.

Amen

(Prayer of the Optina Elders)

I did not greet much that Wednesday brought with peace of mind. Not even after the cathartic outbursts did I accept them tranquilly, in the firm conviction that all eventualities fulfill God’s Holy Will. My thoughts and feelings were seemingly ungovernable.

All those people who are “wrong on the internet”? Not my problem just now.

No promises on when I’ll be back or with what frequency. This has sort of been a personal journal online, and maybe I need to renew that view of it.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.

Rites of Passage

Openly discussing celibacy is undesirable because marriage and sex are rites of passage. We’ve encountered people who have suggested that we just haven’t grown up, that we’re late bloomers, or that we haven’t explored our sexual potential. These people allege that in choosing celibacy, we are avoiding growing up and are dangerous because we encourage people to shake off adult forms of responsibility. We do acknowledge that sex has plays a role in many different cultural rites of passages, especially as it relates to various marriage customs around the world. However, we note that scholars and journalists who write on American culture frequently lament the lack of coming-of-age rituals for adults, especially as more and more college graduates find themselves struggling to find work and move back in with their parents. Amid this economic uncertainty, one might argue that marriage, and its requisite parts of entering into a consensual sexual relationship and founding an independent family life, seems to be the last stable form of marking the transition from child to adult.

For people discerning celibacy, especially outside of religious life, the emphasis on sex and marriage as essential rites of passage deprives them of the opportunity to explore celibacy as a meaningful way of life. Celibacy is often seen as a default option for the young, the weird, or the otherwise undesirable. According to most people we know, the only folks above a certain age who aren’t having sex are those who lack the coordination and the resources to ask for sex.

(Queering Celibacy amid Fixation on Sex, emphasis in original) The authors reflect on the ease with which we (generally) talk about sex but how very uncomfortable talk of celibacy seems to be. They suggest various reasons for that, but that one most arrested my attention.

It’s been too long since I thought about rites of passage. They are so nearly universal that it’s very WEIRD of us to lack them – if, indeed, we do lack them.

I thought I’d do some research on rites of passage, but a quick look suggests to me that it’s so huge a topic, that any research I did would be superficial, and anyone who thought me expert would be deluded.  So take the following, even more than usual, with the “not scholarly research” disclaimer. I’m not even going to use hyperlinks to distinguish from my musings what I actually saw in my very brief web overview.

It seems that in Catholicism, first Communion may be a rite of passage. Jewish boys famously have Bar Mitzvah and girls in some Jewish traditions have Bat Mitzvah.

Hmm. We Orthodox Christians commune infants as soon as they’re baptized. There’s no confirmation class subsequently. Kids are in the Liturgy, singing the hymns and hearing the homilies from infancy (in most Churches; a few have adopted a version of Sunday School, for various reasons, that have the kids absent for part of the Liturgy). Now the Orthodox Crowning (Wedding) service is a big deal, as is monastic tonsure. Maybe that’s why they’re the two (and only two) traditional adult paths to salvation, with no recognized non-monastic “in-between” (which, if I need to be explicit, would be at least sexually abstinent, whatever else it might be).

There seems to be an urge for some rite of passage. We’re fascinated by the exoticism of some rites we see. Google “rites of passage” and you’ll find lots of “trees,” little forest, though there are a couple of domains or organizations that seem to be devoted to the topic. German secularists and Unitarian Universalists have made up rites, and I gather they’re not alone in doing so.

The thought occurred to me that smoking to “look grown up” may have functioned as a rite of passage. Getting a driver’s licensed used to do that, but that’s such a “no big deal” today that some kids, especially in big cities, don’t bother, and it as never surrounded by ceremony. High school graduation certainly did as well: I know I graduated 6/10/67 even though I couldn’t begin to tell you where my diploma is. There was a ceremony.

Today, when smoking is déclassé and religion moribund over vast cultural swaths, perhaps declaring oneself sexually active (and making good on that declaration) marks being grownup.

My own experience blurs one dominant cultural rite. Many, many people look back at college with the kind of awe that suggests that moving into the dorm is adulthood. But I moved into a dorm at age 14, under no few illusions that I was really adult, and look back with that sort of awed fondness on high school. So college, which still isn’t universal, isn’t “our society’s” rite.

I’m not convinced that we can make up a rite of passage as secularists and UUs have tried, any more than we could “start a new tradition” as our Headmaster oxymoronically put it about some now long-forgotten innovation.

But I wonder, and at least for the duration of writing this worry, about what our ersatz substitutes may be, and how perverse they may be.

Some day, someone will look back, and see what today is so big that it’s invisible: either the rite we couldn’t see as rite, or how the lack of such a rite hurt us.

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“The remarks made in this essay do not represent scholarly research. They are intended as topical stimulations for conversation among intelligent and informed people.” (Gerhart Niemeyer)

Some succinct standing advice on recurring themes.