Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Way of a Pilgrim

The day that I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, in the middle of a dirty hospital room, I plugged my headphones into a laptop and ignored the doctors out; trying to drown them out with the sound of music. I didn't want to hear them, I didn't want to believe it, and so after they left I began to break down in anger and frustration claiming that they were lying.

Later that day a young seminarian, who was helping the hospital out over the summer (on his break from his studies in Rome), came into my room and sat with me. He spoke with me for several hours. By the end of the conversation I had decided that I would listen to the doctors and take any treatment the doctors had in mind. I have never shared what that seminarian shared with me, because that was the moment my eyes were opened to joy.

I will share a small snippet of his words of wisdom. He told me to realize that life was exactly the way it was supposed to be. He said that, if I did not compare my life to something that was before or could be again, I would realize that this was the only way it could be. I am neither worse nor better than any other man, I am simply me, I am exactly what I am supposed to be. This is my normal. 

In the Russian Orthodox Church there is a text held in high esteem about a simple man seeking the meaning of St. Paul's command to "pray without ceasing". The Way of a Pilgrim, the title of said Russian text, paints a beautiful picture of a humble soul who learns that one cannot teach another to "pray without ceasing"- it must be learned through experience. But, through the lessons of experienced spiritual masters he learns, at least, the Jesus Prayer, "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner!" The masters exhort the poor pilgrim to repeat these words over and over, without ceasing. By the end of the tale he is saying the prayer without even thinking about it and his mind is totally absorbed with the thought of Christ and the mercy he seeks from the good Savior. He is praying without ceasing. 

During Lent we all place upon ourselves outrageous or simple trials and tasks that seem appropriate for the fast, and often we stop living these penances on Sundays and stop living them completely when Easter comes. We follow these traditions only because they are the traditions, not because we wish to live better for love of Christ. We often forget that Lent is a time for learning, a time for learning how to serve God better in this world. 

If I spend everyday not eating meat, I will soon lose a taste for it. If I spend everyday not surfing the web, I will soon lose the need to do it so often. If I repeat the words: "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me", I will soon be saying it every moment without difficulty. 

So I ask this of you: will you accept the new, more austere way that you live during Lent as your new every day existence or will you stop living it after Easter? Would you accept the new normal and not compare to the way things have been? Or will you pine after the earthly pleasures of days gone by?   

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Broken Hands

My nighttime routine is a long and tedious one; something that takes great will power to continue to do. I am beset with hand lesions that impede my ability to do manual labor with my hands often. These hand lesions require me to soak, scrub, and apply medicine to them every night. This threefold task is not pleasant and is often painful, but I know I must do it if I ever want the lesions to clear up.

There was a time when I blamed three people for my problems; God, my parents, and my caretakers (e.g. doctors). God for creating me and allowing me to suffer, my parents for giving birth to me and allowing me to take a breath of this foul world, and doctors for not being able to fix me and assuage my pain. In this world of blame I turned upon those who loved me and became unwilling to do my part in my healing, because I knew it would never fix the problems.

George Bernard Shaw, the great writer of the classic play Pygmalion, said quite aptly that "Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it." We cannot truly be free until we realize that the only one responsible for our circumstances and our lives are us. It is true that we do not have complete control over our environments, but what we do with our environment shapes what our environment does with us. If I spend my life angry at others for an environment that no person has control over, then all I do is create an angry environment.   

St. Augustine once said "work as if it were up to you, pray as if it were up to God." God gives us this moment to live in and he gives us a choice we can either move forward positively or we can move backward negatively, we can apply the medicine to the lesions or we can go to sleep early because it feels good. We must remember this, though, when we decide to act negatively: if we do not like where we are and we do nothing to change it, it is only our fault that we remain in an unpleasant circumstance.