"Today the concept of truth is viewed with suspicion, because truth is identified with violence. Over history there have, unfortunately, been episodes when people sought to defend the truth with violence. But they are two contrasting realities. Truth cannot be imposed with means other than itself! Truth can only come with its own light. Yet, we need truth. ... Without truth we are blind in the world, we have no path to follow. The great gift of Christ was that He enabled us to see the face of God".Pope Benedict xvi, February 24th, 2012

The Church is ecumenical, catholic, God-human, ageless, and it is therefore a blasphemy—an unpardonable blasphemy against Christ and against the Holy Ghost—to turn the Church into a national institution, to narrow her down to petty, transient, time-bound aspirations and ways of doing things. Her purpose is beyond nationality, ecumenical, all-embracing: to unite all men in Christ, all without exception to nation or race or social strata. - St Justin Popovitch

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

RUSSIAN SPRING, HOLY WATERS AND HOPE for Orthodox-Catholic Relations By Jane Costlo plus My Comments

Christ Pantocrator of Belmont
"written" by Dom Alex Echeandia osb
Commonweal / www.commonwealmagazine.org / 30 July 2014 

 Vast open fields stretch for miles toward the southern horizon, dark brown, waiting to be sown with wheat or rye. A river winds lazily along, its thickets of willow and oak sheltering nightingales. It’s a landscape that might be Minnesota, except for the particular histories that so deeply mark it (and those nightingales, which aren’t found in the Americas). This is central Russia, and I’m traveling with a dozen undergraduates from Bates College in Maine. 

Our destination today is a natural spring that flows from limestone outcrops toward the river below. What makes the visit more than a geology excursion are our guides, who move gingerly down a well-trodden path ahead of us: both in black cassocks, each equipped with a cell phone and a cross. Fathers Oleg and Zbigniew: one Orthodox and the other Roman Catholic, one a Russian seminary graduate nearing forty, the other a Polish transplant in his fifties, will tell us briefly about the history of the spring, before we retire for lunch and longer conversation at a nearby café. 

 Holy springs are as much a part of this landscape as oaks and willows, or the occasional trenches that are reminders of the great tank battle fought here in 1943. Orel is a sleepy provincial city of just over three hundred thousand, whose natives take great pride in their literary progeny (Ivan Turgenev the “westernizer” and Nikolai Leskov, one of whose novels depicts the life of provincial clergy), but also in their resilience during WW II. The city was occupied by Nazis for nearly two years; when the end of the war is celebrated each May 9 there is no family that does not feel some intimate link to its losses. The course I’m teaching is loosely organized around the theme of “Environment and Culture”: it includes visits to writers’ homes, a national park, a monastery. Along the way we talk with agronomists developing cold-resistant apples and an oncologist who has tracked thyroid cancers in the wake of Chernobyl (there are fewer than initially anticipated).

The spring at Saltyki is part of the complicated, scarred, often beautiful landscape I want the students to experience and, hopefully, come to understand. Frs. Oleg and Zbigniew are the best possible guides to its history.

 In the headlines and beyond, these are fraught days; May of 2014 hardly seems an auspicious time for cross-confessional dialogue in southwest Russia. Throughout the month the state-run news media is dominated by allegations of atrocities perpetrated against Russian speakers in Ukraine; a nightly talk show whips viewers into a frenzy of indignation at “fascists” in Kiev. Ukrainian-Russian politics are deeply intertwined with culture, language, and religion: western, primarily Catholic Ukraine leans toward Europe; eastern, Orthodox Ukraine has strong historical ties to Russia. But the friendship between these two men manifests the possibility of quite different relations between Orthodoxy and Catholicism in easternmost Europe.

 THE TWO MET IN 2000, when Fr. Zbigniew first arrived in Orel. Fr. Oleg took the initiative, and over time they’ve became close enough friends that they attend each others’ services on religious holidays and feast days. Fr. Zbigniew is sole priest at the Church of the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary, Orel’s only Roman Catholic parish; he is by training a builder (at one point during our conversation over lunch he ponders the restaurant’s beams and says they’re probably plastic), and has been intimately involved in the construction of his congregation’s building. Fr. Oleg, on the other hand, serves with four other priests in a parish that nominally has eighty thousand parishioners—although at most five hundred attend services.

 Both men have come to the priesthood in a period of religious renewal in Russia, after seventy years of communism. The religious repressions of the Soviet era affected all traditions and denominations; the Orthodox Church, however, particularly in the postwar period, was granted limited ability to train priests and keep churches open. Catholics, on the other hand, a tiny minority historically associated with immigrant groups (Germans brought to Russia in the eighteenth century by Catherine the Great, Polish residents of the Russian Empire, Ukrainians), were allowed only two churches throughout the whole of the USSR. 

 There was no Catholic priest in Orel in the Soviet era; but, remarkably enough, Catholics were baptized by Orthodox clergy, and at this very spring, which served as site of clandestine services after a small chapel on the bluff above had been destroyed. The small grotto from which the water flows is shaded now by a towering willow; small icons are set into rough niches in the limestone, and the willow itself is tied with multi-colored scraps of cloth and ribbon—an essentially pagan practice, Fr. Zbigniew suggests, a way of saying “I was here.” We stand in the willow’s shade, across from a hand-lettered sign that reads “Please Don’t Litter,” and listen as both priests offer prayers. Fr. Zbigniew explains how we might drink or wash our faces—crossing ourselves or offering prayers in silence. 

As we’re listening to his explanation, a couple finishes collecting drinking water in large containers; they stand politely and then the man tells us that the water is among the purest in the region—he works for the local Environmental Protection service and has seen the data. The couple drive off up the dusty embankment in their Russian four-wheel drive, and we’re left in the cool quiet of noonday. 

 As we settle in at the café for mushroom soup and garlicky eggplant, Frs. Zbigniew and Oleg bless our meal and invite questions. This is not a conversation among students of religion but among undergraduates whose own religious background (if it even exists) is unknown to me. One never knows just what they’ll ask. This isn’t their first encounter with religious issues on the trip: from our first walking tour of Moscow we’ve heard about the role of Orthodoxy in post-Soviet life, as a fundamental part of Russian culture and identity, and an increasingly prominent aspect of official rhetoric. We saw the churches of the Kremlin and later visited Optina Pustyn, a monastery south of Moscow that has repeatedly played a key role in Russian intellectual life. And our first exposure to a sacred spring came at the convent of Shamardino, where one of the sisters offered us a ladle of “living water” with a radiant smile. 

Throughout these excursions I’d been chagrined to realize how little my students know about religion, and how opaque the liturgical traditions can be to them. Four of them managed to stand through much of the Optina service, but at dinner their stories were filled with awkward jokes: “Some people were making bread”; “the guy with the holy smoke came around.” In this conversation, as in an earlier visit in 2006, students’ questions for the priests are wide-ranging: will the unbaptized and non-Christians go to hell; how did they come to be priests; what’s the hardest part of their jobs; what is it they most wish for; what was their training; how many churches are there in Orel. They ask, too, about how they pray, how they communicate with God; what their favorite books are (other than the Bible!), and whether all Orthodox priests have such wonderful voices. Both men respond with generosity and humor, but also with a directness that for some reason surprises me. 

Responding to one young woman’s question about whether it’s possible to be both Catholic and Buddhist, Fr. Zbigniew says no, not if you take seriously the difference between a profession of faith in God and a tradition that knows no God. I admire his candor, the way in which he’s taking the young woman’s question seriously. For all of the informality and touristic aspects of our visit, both men have approached this encounter as an occasion for what I can only call religious education. 

 And education, it turns out, is a key concern for both of them. For Fr. Oleg, there is palpable excitement in welcoming a new generation of believers to the post-Soviet church, but also the challenge of working in with what he calls two different cultures. In the late Soviet era, virtually anyone who presented himself could enter the priesthood, and many had no formal religious education. He longs to find time to educate his parishioners about Orthodoxy, particularly since the language of the service is incomprehensible to many Russians—it is “ninth-century Bulgarian”—and they need to be taught what happens during the liturgy, and what it means. The demands of liturgy and embedded assumptions make undertaking the work of education difficult, however. 

And both men have dreams for their respective churches: Fr. Zbigniew’s is to open a home for abandoned children—to begin his own “adopted family.” Fr. Oleg dreams of going out one day and discovering that there is no more poverty—no more beggars, no more abandoned children digging through dumpsters. That a “Mother Theresa” would emerge in Orel. He feels how little he himself can do. It is, he says, a drop in the ocean.

 And as I reflect on the broader contexts of our conversation, I think about drops in the ocean of political hostilities and misunderstanding. These two men make tiny but significant steps toward mutual respect and understanding. They attend each other’s services; they see each other frequently and, Fr. Zbigniew says, “without obstacles”; they find time to have lunch with a group of American students and their professor. As Fr. Zbigniew puts it, “This is the basis for our ecumenicity. Among our parishioners we have mixed Russian Orthodox-Roman Catholic families. This is the future of the church, it rests on this elementary level—the level of ordinary people, our parishioners. As I said once in a sermon, this is what the unity of our church is founded on, that is in the family, where people live together, pray together, celebrate holidays together.” For a few brief hours, my students and I get a glimpse of that family, so wholly unlike the images being endlessly replayed on official Russian media. Both men operate in the rich terrain of ancient traditions seeking to open dialogue with youth and with a society in the throes of enormous change. They are acutely aware of the historical terrain in which they operate—a terrain of violence, repression, and hostility, but also of intermarriage, communication, and shared concerns. One can only hope and pray that such friendships become the soil of broader understandings. That tiny drops might keep flowing from small springs. * * *(thanks to Jim Forest)


Diversity is divine: division is diabolical.   The very word "satan" means "adversary", "enemy".  It is easy to believe this when looking at the Ukraine and see how good men have become adversaries.   Once more, the East-West schism is demanding blood from each side.   Once more, each side has its conflicting story formed out of facts, different memories, conflicting interests, different points of view, propaganda, lies, and a pride that can only exist by pretending that the other side is less well intentioned than itself.

When I was in Belarus, a pious white sister who helped look after mentally handicapped people - wife of an ex-Colonel in the Russian Army - told me that Britain fought in the Second World War after the Russians had already broken the back of German military power.   I do not blame her.  That is what she had been taught.   She could not distinguish between history and nationalistic propaganda.   Many Russian Orthodox clergy and people have a knowledge of the history of relationship between the Eastern and Western forms of Catholicism which is no better than her knowledge of the Second World War; and Catholics usually have no knowledge of it at all.   I watched a Russian programme on the history of  Byzantium, clearly by intelligent, competent and good people; but they believed the simple "cowboy and indian" view of history, that East was good and West was bad; and, in all probability, that is how they interpret the present Ukraine conflict.

An Orthodox deacon in Minsk, who had studued the Documents of Vatican II in his Orthodox seminary under the tutelage of a Catholic professor, told me that, where Belarus is different from Russia, is that Catholics and Orthodox are neighbours, and there are many mixed marriages.   Also, both groups suffered together under the Nazis and under Soviet oppression.   In contrast, he said, on the whole, the Russians are anti-Catholic but have no real knowledge of Catholicism.

In the Byzantine Liturgy, the "kiss of peace" is placed before the Creed because, according to that Liturgy, we can only sing it "with one heart and one mind" if we love one another, not just tolerate each other, actually love each other.   Hence, theologians can talk to each other until they are blue in the face: until we love one another, there will be no unity.   It is not good enough to reach unity with only a portion of the Orthodox Church, or a part of the Catholic Church.   Hence, more important than theological discussion is getting to know and love each other.   

Faith is the knowledge born of religious love...when the love is God's love flooding our hearts......    With that objectification there recurs the question of God in a new form.   For now it is primarily a question of decision.   Will I love him in return or will I refuse?   Will I live out the gift of his love, or will I hold back, turn away, withdraw?(Method in Theology by Bernard Lonergan S.J.   Darton Longman & Todd, 1972. ISBN0 232 51139 X)
  I am convinced that the living Christian faith of each is such that both sides, once our knowledge of the other is transformed by God's love for us, once we can look at each other with eyes of faith, will recognise with joy the beauty of our own Catholic faith in the other, even though it is differently expressed, and will be eager to learn from the other and borrow from the other what is good for our own well-being.

However, just as Grisha told Prokhor who would become St Seraphim of Sarov, there is an obstacle between the  the heart where Christ lives and the mind which is largely unconscious of Christ's presence.   This obstacle is made out of our pride, lack of faith, auto-sufficiency, our distorted passions, the effects of our sins etc.  There is a similar obstacle between East and West, a wall that has been built by both sides, made of exactly the same ingredients as that which separates our mind from our heart.   Just as Prokhor had to chip away at his rock with the bright weapons of obedience and prayer, so we must do the same: there is no short cut.   In order to love one another, we must get to know one another and be obedient to Christ's call together wherever we can.   As the Patriarch of Moscow has pointed out, our first obedience together must be the re-evangelisation of Europe.   There is much that we can do together without causing problems without foisting on our own communion a situation for which it is not ready - which I suspect is one of the Patriarch's concerns because there is much anti-Catholicism in Orthodoxy.  But this must be accompanied by prayer and penance because our fight is not just against flesh and blood, for schism has a diabolical element,  and because, even if we are trying our level best to avoid it, we cannot help but hurt each other from time to time: such is schism.   The Ukraine is an example.   Orthodox inroads in Guatemala is another.

Meanwhile there is friendship across borders.   There always have been areas where Catholics and Orthodox have been close: it is just as much an ingredient in our present relationship as are the difficulties.   The above article is a heart-warming example of this.  May friendships increase and multiply.   The Holy Spirit is at work!

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