Today, Holy Thursday, we commemorate the Last Supper when Jesus instituted the Eucharist. The following quote from St. Maria of Paris expands on the prayer of oblation that we hear at the Divine Liturgy, "Thine own of thine own we offer unto Thee on behalf of all and for all."
"If...this sacrificial and self-giving love stands at the center of the Church's life, what then are its boundaries, its limits? In this sense one can speak of the whole of Christianity as of an eternal offering of a Divine Liturgy beyond church walls.... It means that we must offer the bloodless sacrifice, the sacrifice of self-offering love not only in a specific place, on the one altar of only one temple but that the whole world, in this sense, becomes the one altar of the one Temple--and that we must offer our hearts under the species of bread and wine, so that they may be transformed into Christ's love, that he may abide in them, that they may become hearts of Godmanhood, and that he would give these hearts of ours as food for the world, that he would commune the whole world with these sacrificed hearts of ours, in order that we would be one with him, that we not live but Christ would live in us, incarnate in our flesh."
Let us go forth in peace in the name of the Lord as we offer ourselves unto Him on behalf of all and for all.
We've been doing this Second Liturgy thing for half a year, with 24 podcast episodes and about 20 blog entries. We thought it’s time to take a step back, evaluate and reflect a bit, and ask for your feedback (no donuts) for the direction we take with the podcast.
Here’s what we said in the intro episode: "The purpose of this podcast/blog is to get us thinking about how to love our neighbors as ourselves, specifically those with material needs, and to not just talk about it, but to get involved. We’re two guys leading a discussion, asking questions on topics related to poverty that don’t get a lot of air time." So, how are we doing?
We did a couple book and movie reviews, we shared some excerpts from other podcasts, bantered back and forth on some of our thoughts on the topic, and did a whole bunch of interviews. Most of them were with folks from St. John the Compassionate Mission. One of the things we didn’t really address is Why is this Church unusual? Why isn’t welcoming the poor and addicts, and others on the fringes of society the norm? Perhaps we’ll get to that in a future episode.
One of the reasons we’ve featured so many interviews is because we’re not experts. We are looking for others who have made a priority of going beyond the first liturgy to the second liturgy, to learn from them and to share their experiences.
So, listeners, as we look ahead to the next 20+ blog entries and 25 podcast episodes, what would you like to read and hear more of?
We invite you to take a quick survey at TheSecondLiturgy.com. On Saturday, April 20, 2019, at 12 noon ET or shortly thereafter, we’ll do a drawing of all entries. The winner will receive two bags of coffee, one for him or her and one to share with someone who needs some excellent coffee. (Sidenote, if you’re listening to this after that date, we still want to hear from you!)
Of course, we’re hoping that everyone gives us helpful feedback, but we’re happy for anyone who just stops by to try to win the coffee. We thank our sponsor Lonely Monk Coffees for helping to power this podcast and we hope you like your coffee!
Have a blessed celebration of the Lord's resurrection!
It was Wednesday, late afternoon. We headed out the door, down the block and around the corner to our car (darn construction in our block), with a bag of tortilla chips and a container of hummus in hand for the potluck that would following the evening worship service. We weren't late, but with rush hour traffic, you never know how long it takes for the drive to church.
As I unlocked the car door, a boy, maybe 11 or 12, stopped on the sidewalk next to the car. "Sir...," he started. That took me off guard. I don't remember the last time a preteen addressed me so formally. I assumed that he was going to ask for directions or if I had seen his lost dog. Instead, he asked for a couple of dollars so he could buy a soda and a bag of chips.
That's not an uncommon request from strangers in our small city and usually I am prepared with one of my regular thought-out responses. This time, my mind froze. I reached for my wallet and mumbled something about not usually giving out cash as I handed him two dollars. He thanked me and continued down the sidewalk. We got in the car and drove off. As the encounter replayed in my mind, my mind mixed questions and a compilation of possible, more appropriate responses.
Some days, I specifically ask God to bring me people who need something that I can give (and to bring me people who have what I need, as I'm learning about the two-way street of generosity). Most days, I have opportunities to interact with multiple people.
The request from the boy reminded me that I need to be ready for the people who come my way. Ready, not in the sense of having prepackaged responses to dish out, but a readiness to see people and situations in an unrushed way. I need to learn to take time to listen to the promptings of the Holy Spirit and respond appropriately. Just as Jesus interacted uniquely with each person He met (from smearing mud on a blind man's eyes to initially refusing to heal a foreigner's daughter), so may I stop, see, listen, and give to each person who God sends my way.
Maybe the couple of dollars was what the boy needed most on Wednesday afternoon. Maybe what I needed most was a polite preteen to remind me to be ready for the next person who asks me for something I can give.
“This is the fast I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice, to set the oppressed free, to share your food with the hungry, to provide the poor man shelter, and when you see the naked man to clothe him. Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your righteousness will go before you. You will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.” - Isaiah 58:6-9
"With holy fasting, no work may be more fruitfully associated than almsgiving which, under the one name of ‘mercy,’ embraces many good works. The field of works of mercy is immense. Their very variety brings this advantage to those who are true Christians, that in the matter of almsgiving not only the rich and affluent but also those of average means and the poor are able to play their part. Those who are unequal in their capacity to give can be equal in the love within their hearts." - St. Leo the Great
"At the Last Judgement you and I will not be asked how strictly we fasted, how many prostrations we made in our prayers, how many books we wrote, how many speeches we made at international conferences. We shall be asked: Did you feed the hungry? Did you give drink to the thirsty? Did you take the stranger into your home? Did you clothe the naked? Did you care for the sick and the prisoners? That is all we shall be asked. Love for Christ is shown through love for other people, and there is no other way. Notice how, concerning everyone who is in need and distress, Christ says "I": "I was hungry, I was thirsty, I was a stranger, sick, naked and a prisoner." Christ is looking at us through the eyes of all who suffer. Is that not frightening?" - Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew
"When you fast and are nourished with abstinence, do not store the leftovers for tomorrow, but, as the Lord became poor and enriched us, feed someone who does not want to be hungry, you who hungers willingly. Then your fast will be like the dove who brings and joyfully proclaims salvation to your soul from the flood." - St. Gregory Palamas
One of the most beautiful parts of the Second Liturgy is the community that has started to form. Recently, we were mentioned by blogger Nic Hartmann in his reflection of the polar vortex. We are thankful for his blog, and thoughts on the struggle of vulnerable people.
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Vulnerability, the Polar Vortex, and the Desert
Since the early part of the year, there has been so much chaos. First, the government shutdown put a lot of people- especially contract workers and hourly federal employees- in a great state of vulnerability and risk for financial ruin. Many people will be recovering from this shutdown for a long time.
And then there is winter.
At one point this winter, we had a wind chill of -61F.
-61 degrees Fahrenheit.
-52 degrees Celsius. Past the point where Celsius is a higher number than Fahrenheit.
93 degrees below the freezing temperature of water.
The coldest wind chill recorded in area history.
In around five weeks, we have had around 40 inches of snow, and our kids have missed part or all of a school day at least 10 times. There have been many kids in the school system who, as a result, haven’t been able to get their usual breakfasts and lunches (and sometimes even dinners), leading to a greater state of food insecurity. People without vehicles, trying to get to the bus for their jobs or appointments, have had to endure this cold weather- which was at one point described as “life-threatening”- on their feet.
Down the road at one of our state universities, a freshman died of hypothermia, trying to leave the hall where he’d been working. He was only 19 years old.
We’ve basically been told, at several times, to just not leave our house. While the worst has subsided for at least a week or so, it’s still snowing hard every few days, and it doesn’t seem over. It has been difficult to write about, because every time I’ve sat down to do so, it’s started over again.
I’ve been listening to The Second Liturgy podcast with Timm and Thaniel Wenger, and also reading books from the St. John the Compassionate Mission in Toronto. Hearing the stories of people at the Mission, and also reading about what they teach the world about Christlike love, I’ve often ended my listening or reading time with a sense of regret. There were times where people needed help with tasks to help the most vulnerable, such as filling food bags and making hot beverages at the local Neighborhood Association. There were times where I could have brought things. There were times where I’d been at work, wishing I was out on the ground helping people. And that was peppered with bigger structural thoughts. Why are there people who don’t have proper heat? Or enough food? Or enough clothing? And why aren’t we all stopping what we’re doing to take care of them? As important as all of the jobs of the world are, it felt like nothing was as important as making sure that everyone was warm, fed and safe during those times. And when it seemed like we all could be doing better, fighting the urge to wish everyone could do better is not an easy task.
Part of it is a structural issue. When a city floods- as ours has several times- people stop what they’re doing to sandbag, move things out of businesses, and make sure that people have what they need. But when there are snow days, we often think more about the free day we get, and the vulnerable often get overshadowed. For many children, that means no safe space to go during the day, no hot food, and no chance to be nurtured. For hourly school employees, such as paraprofessionals, daycare workers and substitute teachers, that’s a loss of income. We will help during a big catastrophe, but the little moments of struggle yield so much less attention. The dynamics of today’s society, with a focus on production, productivity and speed, don’t allow for us to stop what we’re doing and help in those small times.
Part of it is that the world of vulnerability is like a desert, and while a big crisis like a flood would be represented by a giant sandstorm, the little moments of crisis are more like the typical heat or cold of a desert. People often forget that, even though the sandstorm may be over, the desert is still a place of struggle and vulnerability. It’s either very hot or very cold, and resources are not always there. In one of the Mission’s books, Walking Humbly: The Holiness of the Poor, the desert is discussed as a place of mission, saying that “Orthodox mission is a calling to live a reality that most resembles the desert, the place where the prophets cried out, where Jesus was tempted, and where the desert fathers went to search to live. Healing, hope, poison, demons and snakes are all there, all the time, accompanying the Word, confirming the Word or trying to undo the Word. To be faithful to Christ is all that we are asked.”
In a space of vulnerability, we have one job: putting on Christ. The desert, in the text, is also described as a place of powerlessness and “as a place where one is vulnerable, and without consequence to anyone. In this sense, for us to be an Orthodox mission, is to try to live the same reality of the poor, who also are without power, and are marginalized, and don’t matter to anyone. Such is the place of the desert.” However, there is always growth somewhere in the desert. There are oases, shelters, and places of respite, albeit ones that might be far away from each other. And those who steward the resources can either deplete them to make them barren, or foster them in a way so that they continue to grow. According to the Mission, “Like poverty, this place can be transformed by Love and the Gospel, to a place of great spiritual freedom and joy.”
However, the only way to engage in such transformation is to focus on transforming ourselves. The Gospel lesson of the Sunday of the Publican and the Pharisee, in which the despised tax collector is the one to beat his chest and ask for mercy out of a desire for change, makes that quite clear. Change starts within us, and each of us has a different role. Vulnerability is also individualized; one person’s level of vulnerability varies greatly from that of their neighbor. What one person is capable of doing to help vulnerable people, may be completely out of reach for another person. Each is given a specific talent to work with, and to use for the glory of God.
So as the winter continues to be difficult, I have to remind myself not to say “Lord, find some to help them.”
Instead, I have to say “Lord, if I can help them, have mercy on me; if someone else is better equipped for it, Thy will be done.”
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Make sure to follow more of Nic's reflections at his blog!
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