Five Years Old

On August 6th, Christians celebrate the Feast of the Transfiguration.  This feast commemorates Jesus taking three of His Disciples (Peter, James, and John) up Mount Tabor, where he revealed Himself as God, flanked by Moses and Elijah.  This event foreshadows Christ’s overpowering of death and return in glory.

This particular year, 2011, marks my fifth anniversary as an Orthodox Christian.   I also had the privilege this year on my anniversary of attending the consecration service of the new church building for Holy Transfiguration Orthodox parish in London, ON.  It was beautiful.  May God grant the parish many more years!

[There is very little else that I can say.  Peter was barely conscious of what he said on Mount Tabor and James and John could say nothing.]

I do not have much to say about my first five years, either.  It has felt much longer than five years, but at the same time, it feels like no time has passed at all.  Sufficient to say, I have grown and changed, and so has everyone else.

Lord, I thank You for everything and I pray that no matter how much older within Your Church than five I get, I may live my life doing Your Will.  Amen. 

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Non-Parenting in the Church – Advice that is few and far between

When it comes to raising children in the Church, there are many resources available to parents.  The Orthodox Church may not have as wide of a variety of books and programs as other Christian groups, but there are still many handbooks, articles, blogs, and (ever-traditional) books to guide parents in how to raise Orthodox Christian children who will be likely to remain in the Church into adulthood.  But whether these resources concentrate on micro-issues, such as proper clothing, or focus primarily on major issues such as discipline, obedience, forgiveness, and love, they all are marketed at parents themselves. 

When it comes to non-parents in the Church, these resources only offer small sidelines, and it is difficult to find any guide on how to specifically be a good Christian role model for children in the Church.  Guides for parents often mention that other adults should step in to help during the service and we as adults are reminded to be aware of the example that we are setting to children, but advice is often left at that.

For good reason, authors usually leave the concept of helping parents intentionally vague.  All families have different parenting strategies and all cultures have different ideas of what is appropriate and what is not.  In the multicultural world of North American Orthodox Christianity, these boundaries are especially hard to define.  Individual parishes may have certain policies regarding children that vary widely – one parish may allow children to play with toys on the floor in the sanctuary, while another down the street might frown upon a mother lying her baby down on a blanket, even if the baby is otherwise quiet.  As a result, parents and non-parents alike can feel quite frustrated.  Non-parents are especially sensitive to noise from children; parents (particularly mothers) feel stifled in their own worship and in their ability to deal with their children.

Thinking that non-parents in the Church required their own list of guidelines, however, I have decided to compile one based on personal experience and what I have read in materials intended for parents.  Like all opinion pieces, however, there will be discrepancies and it is not universally binding.  It should also be noted that situations may call for specific remedies and that above all, trust and love and faith in Christ are necessary in determining our relationships with all members of the Church, young and old. It is worthwhile to note that ‘non-parents’ refer to adults of any age, gender, or marital status who do not have children, and the term can also apply to older adults whose children have grown and moved elsewhere.

1.  Noise

We must remember that children, particularly young children, are less able to control their voices than adults.  (In the case of babies, they cannot control their voices at all.)  No matter how loud or distracting children are, they are not trying to hurt us.  They are either exuberant or they want attention, the latter of which is often justified in the case of toddlers and always justified in the case of babies.  Rather than frowning at the child or their parents, we should foremost thank God that He has blessed us with that child’s presence, and only if the noise persists should we take further action.  If we react immediately harshly, the child only learns that members of the Church are grumpy and judgemental.  If we react with coddling, we reward a behaviour that we may not want to reinforce.

If a child’s parent is present, discipline should be first left to them.   But what if the parents are ignoring their child (something recommended for whiny toddlers in some literature, for example)?  What if the parents are seemingly unaware of how distracting their child is to other parishioners?  Are we being selfish in intervening?  Are the parents being selfish in wanting to stay and continue worshiping?  All are being distracted from the service and from prayer.  A lot of noise can be detrimental to the congregation at large, especially if it is distracting the readers, choir, servers, and clergy.

The best way to approach this issue from the perspective of a non-parent is not to glare at parents until they take their child out of the sanctuary, but to ensure a conducive environment for a parent to feel free to leave and welcome to return.  Particularly if there are multiple children and only one parent in the congregation (something frequently happening with clergy-wives, not to mention single parents), it may be difficult for a parent to leave the sanctuary, and they might only use leaving as a last resort.  Offering to watch other children could solve the problem.  In the case of a crying baby that merely needs to be consoled, and if one has a close relationship to the family, one could offer to take the baby out instead.

Older children pick up on more of the service that adults often realise.  Orthodox worship is responsive and occasionally quite boisterous.  Children who are excited might get carried away with shouting “Indeed He is Risen!” and other responses at inopportune times.  In such a case, it is usually acceptable to smile and then shush the child silently, regardless of whether that child’s parent is present or not.  By doing so, we are indicating that the action is good, but the timing is not.  Scolding a child for such a thing can lead to mixed messages.

2. Let Parents Be Parents

While we all have responsibility to raise the children of our parish in the Orthodox faith, we must recognise the boundaries between our roles as spiritual aunts and uncles and the roles of parents.  We no longer live in stable communities where we live culturally homogenous lives.  The nuclear family is held up in North America as the basic unit of society, and as such, parents expect to be able to raise their children however they choose.  Families also move frequently (most children will have moved houses at least once before finishing high school, while many will have moved cities)  and as a result, they also move parishes.  Naturally, they will be disoriented when faced with a new congregation and its customs.  Customs involving children are some of the most varied between parishes: the structure of Sunday School, whether play is accepted, whether or not snacks are allowed, whether or not the rest of the church is child-friendly, the dress code, etc.  There is a tendency to assume that what happened at one’s old church was better or normal, so many newcomers are surprised by what they encounter at a new parish.  While it may be considered polite to point out “the way we do things here,” it is important to recognise that doing so may not be well-received.  (This is something that I have not encountered in literature directed at parents, but it should be!)

However, there are many aspects of a child’s life in Christ that are not exclusively the realm of their parents.  Especially as a child grows older, non-parents are sometimes more approachable than parents.  We should be mindful that a simple thing like praising a child’s Sunday School drawing can be instrumental in making them feel part of the family of the Church.  Having a conversation after the service with a child can both lessen the burden on their parents and make the child feel more welcome.  One should take care not to develop an exclusive relationship with any child and to always be open with their parents about your friendship (it is best to be friends with the parents first and the child second).  If one is a child’s godparent, one has a more involved role in their spiritual upbringing, but even merely being a spiritual aunt or uncle nurtures a child’s life in Christ.

3. We Are All Role Models

In that we are all a member of Christ and a member of a parish family, we all have the duty to represent our faith to children in our Church.  Children are especially observant and they notice when our actions do not match our words; they also notice when we do things that contradict what they believe a Christian is.  Sometimes, we and their parents must teach them that they are mistaken, but far more often, they observe us being hypocrites, and they will remember this as they grow up.  Not for nothing do many young people, when asked why they no longer attend church, say that they found church-goers to be hypocritical and thus saw no point in going.  There are some basic behaviours that we can do to alleviate and prevent such observations.

It is especially difficult for non-parents, particularly young adults, to remember that they are role models for children, and to know what might be troublesome.  Behaviour is important – if parents are trying to stress obedience and discipline in their children, seeing adults not exhibiting disciplined behaviour is not encouraging.  Children can get the impression that these adults are not “real Orthodox Christians” or that their parents are too strict, which often leads to rebellion later.  Dressing modestly and being attentive to worship encourages others to do likewise.  Most importantly, we must be mindful of our comportment and actions.  Do we follow Christ?  Do we strive to be like Him?

Finally, if a parent turns to you for advice about their child, do not hesitate to give it.  This often happens when children are older and starting to exhibit qualities that their mother and father are unfamiliar with.  A younger non-parent might be more able to relate to their twelve-year-old, for example.  As a child grows through the teenage years, it is vital to their Christian life that they have adult role models other than their parents, even if these role models are only in passing every Sunday.  They must realise that there are adults, particularly young ones, who are Orthodox Christians and who will embrace them as they become adults.  They need to know that they have a home and a family in Christ, regardless of what happens to them after they finish high school and (usually) leave their parents’ home.  They will be less likely to seek out a community in the non-Christian world if they know that they have a community in Christ, and even if they do leave the Church, God’s influence through us  will remain with them, and they may find their way back to the Church because of it.  We cannot know to what extent this influence will be, but that does not mean we can forget how important we are to the children of our Church.  God does not make all Christians natural parents, but He makes all Christians a family in Christ, and guardians of our youngest members.

For clarification, this is entirely from my experience and readings as an Orthodox Christian in North America.  I realise there are traditions everywhere.  I am also not big on quoting from Scriptures or from the Church Fathers. — Katherine Gilks, 2011

 

 

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Lilies, not exactly of the field

photographs taken June 2011

copyright 2011

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Forgiveness

The fact that people cannot forgive an individual who turns himself in for committing a crime and apologies is terribly sad.

Stringing an apologetic sentence together is at least better than being unrepentant. How else can a person (contrite or not) get the message across to a wide audience online?

If a person cannot accept an apology, then they are worse off for it. If no one accepts apologies, then why should the rioters bother feeling sorry for their actions, or for the hurt they caused to others? If no one will accept their apologies, they might as well only feel sorry for themselves for getting caught.

Forgiveness is healthy. Forgiveness does not mean forgetting or not holding people accountable, but it does mean accepting apologies.

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Targeted Information…

In the world of Facebook ads customized for us…

(comic credits: Dan Shelton, http://comics.com/ben)

This scenario is actually both scary and amusing.  In some ways, it would be nice if all advertising was customized to us.  We would not have to put up with things that were blatantly of no interest or use.  It would be even better if we could actually tell companies what we did not want advertised at us.

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Three words…

The United States: “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”

France: “Liberty, equality, fraternity.”

Canada: “Peace, order, and good government.”

Cossacks: “For God, for the Tsar, and for the Brotherhood.” (“for the” being only for translation convention — still only one word in Russian)

Russian Empire: “For God, for the Tsar, and for the Motherland.” (Variation on that for just about any empire or monarchy — “For God, King, and Empire” in the British Empire, for example)

I was wondering what best worked for Christianity, no matter where from.

So I came up with this:

Love, repentance, and the pursuit of salvation.

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“Oh, right, they’re there, but we ignore them so they’re irrelevant.”: Lars Brownworth, ‘Finding History’ — ‘Lost to the West’

Easter Break over with!

The quote above is a paraphrase from my high school days.  It sums up how we teach history to our next generation very well.

As a result, I’d like to offer links to the following blogs by Lars Brownworth:

Finding History

12 Byzantine Rulers

Norman Centuries

His book, Lost to the West: The Forgotten Byzantine Empire That Rescued Western Civilization, is also a great read.

Lars Brownworth is a former high school history teacher.  His podcasts reflect this in that he conveys a love of the story.  He seems like the kind of teacher who would have been fun to have, but maybe his lectures bored his students.  High school history always tends to be that way, anyhow — either the students love it or hate it.  It is also hard for teachers, because history is such a fun subject that gets treated badly by teenagers.  It’s bad enough that the teenagers don’t like it, but most of their parents don’t really care about it either.  It’s not going to win their kids a scholarship.  It’s not obviously powerful like the maths or sciences.  History is seen as a bit of a joke course that needs to be survived, like English, in order to graduate.  As a result, history teachers need to be creative.  They need to have multiple tricks up their sleeves: multimedia projects, family history essays, films, conspiracy documentaries, pantomimes, and getting students involved in local civics.  No more memorizing names and dates for a multiple choice test!

Unfortunately, the content in high school history courses is fairly limited.  In North America, we have a very straightforward narrative taught: Ancient Egypt, Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Dark Ages, Renaissance, Columbus, American Revolution, French Revolution & Napoleon, American Civil War, [Canadian Confederation],  First World War, Great Depression, Second World War, Cold War, post-Cold War, and current events.

Most adults only learn this limited narrative.  Even the most creative of high school teachers have to stick with this limited curriculum, and very few are able to introduce other concepts to their students.  I remember being shut down by my teacher for bringing up historical points that did not fit within the narrative.

The Byzantine Empire is exactly such a historical point that does not fit within the high school narrative.

Why?  Good question. 

It lasted over 1000 years, longer than the classical [western] Roman Empire by far.  It spanned two continents, its capital was the premiere city in the world for much of its history, and it was largely responsible for Europe being the way it is today.  Often, the only way it is remembered is that the Middle Ages are measured from years 476 to 1453.  Basically, the attitude toward the Byzantine Empire is “Oh, yeah, them.  Whatever.”

They wreck an otherwise perfect story of the Big Bad Catholic Church running a medieval dictatorship over Europe and being overthrown by brave Protestants, spawning the Enlightenment and fueling the Modern Age.  So we ignore them.

The fact is, the Byzantine Empire has been cast aside like a wayward sister.  Scholarly tomes are written about it, but they make the story cold and unfeeling.  Constantinople is more than a bunch of mosaics and stonework.

Brownworth’s book, blogs, and podcasts are well-researched, but they are far from scholarly tomes.  In his writing and words, the Empire comes alive.  His narrative covers most of late classical and medieval history, from Diocletian to Constantine XI.  The people are well-rounded characters and he integrates the facts into his story.

Perhaps the reason that the Byzantine Empire (and also the Italian Normans, who feature in over half of Brownworth’s blog Norman Centuries) is largely ignored is because North America has been heavily influenced by northwestern Europe.  This is often the excuse given me.  However, I don’t think this excuse is sufficient.  Yes, history lessons don’t have time to go into great detail, but outright ignored?  Not if the subject is the Middle Ages, religion, the Crusades, Greece/Rome, or Christian-Muslim relations. 

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Broken Bones

It was dark, cold, and whatever force that was pressing on her body was heavy.  Every breath that she took was painful.  Breathing was nearly impossible because the force on her chest was much too strong, and so each gasp for air made her right side inflate and shifted her entire body in that direction.  The force was indeed slanted to the left.  But what was it?  Her aunt would not have placed a board on top of her.  It was even too heavy to be a board.  Had the ceiling collapsed?  Was that why it was so cold?  But the ceiling could not just collapse.  The neighbours above them would have fallen on top of them and there would be chaos, not this rather profound silence.  She could not hear any noise at all.

Katie tried to move, but the force was not letting her do more than breathe and wiggle slightly.  Wiggling only sent barbs of pain along her nerves, but she was at least reassured that her toes and fingers, as well as every bit in between, were working somewhat.  Slowly, she shifted to the right of her bed, letting the pressure of the force ease slightly off her lungs.  Worms wiggled everywhere they went, Katie mused to herself, and they eventually got to where they were going.  But the pain of it!  How bruised was she?  Had her organs been crushed, or burst?  And why was it that she could barely hear herself as she rubbed against the sheets and ceiling – if it was the ceiling?  She longed to be able to flip her body over, because she hated wiggling backwards.  It seemed to be taking forever for her to reach the edge of the bed.

And when she finally did so, she realised that going any further would be a problem.  What if there was something sharp on the floor?  The force had dissipated and was no longer pressing against her, but she could feel its presence only millimeters away from her head.  Her arms and legs were still trapped in their sleeping position and if she continued her wiggling, she would tumble off the bed onto her rear at best.

Suddenly, she could hear noises.  Sirens were wailing outside and helicopters were flying past her window.  There was a dull roar of screams and shouting, and above it all, her teeth began to chatter.  Her head began to ache from all the noise hitting it at once, but especially from the clacking in her mouth.  It was loud, uncontrollable, and only aggravated her pain.  Was that her aunt’s voice calling her?  Her aunt’s bed was along the outside wall, and perhaps the ceiling had not fallen down there?  But if the ceiling had fallen, why was there no one from the building to do anything about it?  Her friend Mary lived in the apartment above and one over from hers.  Surely, even if the floor in her apartment had not collapsed, she would have awakened, or her mother would have, and investigated the slanted floor?  And what about their neighbours just above them?  Surely a collapsing floor would have roused them from their sleep.  She had seen them on the stairs coming back from the cinema, and then they had said that they were heading to bed.  It was not as though they were still out.  Most of the apartment building’s residents should have been home at this hour.  But Katie heard little coming from inside.

No longer content to remain wedged in her bed, she delicately manoeuvered her feet out into the void behind her.  They scratched along the ceiling’s surface until she lowered them toward the floor.  Everything was slanted, she soon realised, as her feet reached the floor sooner than she had expected.  Her rug had slipped, leaving her feet to land upon a cold, hard surface littered with pebbles.  At least, they felt like pebbles, whatever they truly were.  Katie managed to get a solid footing and then push herself off the bed.  Almost instantly, her body was overcome with cold.  The window was shattered, she noted as she turned around to face the only light source in the room, and wind was blowing into the apartment.  She needed a blanket, but there were no blankets to be found.  Her sheets were stuck on the bed.  Finding her slippers was also proving to be too difficult for her aching head.  Miserably, she curled herself up into a shivering, aching, bloody lump on the floor.

Blood was indeed pouring out of her head, she decided.  She could taste the salt, and when she instinctively wiped her face, more blood only surged to cover it again.  Her eyes were dripping red tears onto her white pyjamas.

Not that her pyjamas were white anymore, she realised.  There were dark patches where blood was pooling and her entire body felt wet and sticky – wet, sticky and a dark shade of red.  The pain of it only grew in intensity; now she could feel the gashes and bruises.  They seemed to be everywhere.  What had happened?  This had to be a nightmare.  But if it was a nightmare, what was causing her to hurt so much?  She never felt pain in her dreams that was not somehow real.  What would cause her to feel as though the ceiling had collapsed if the ceiling had not indeed collapsed?

“Holy God have mercy,” she sputtered, but even her mouth was bleeding.  She coughed and tasted more blood, thick and noticeably brighter when she instinctively spat it out.

She heard a whirring noise and then gradually a flurry of lights appeared in her window.  White light momentarily blinded her and she tried to move away from it, but then the light stopped and hovered outside her window, still keeping its focus on her.

Please, she prayed, no longer able to form words except in her head.  Please let this be a helicopter.

copyright 2007, 2011

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My New Favourite Comic Strip

Ben, by Daniel Shelton

Sample strips: (from http://comics.com/ben)

This comic is Canadian, and has been going since at least 2002.  It can be found updated daily at http://www.bencomicstrip.com/ and http://comics.com/ben.

It features main characters Ben and Olivia Hatley (who are retirees), as well as their dog Max, their daughter Patty, their son-in-law Nathan, and their school-aged grandchildren: Nicholas, Michael, Alec, and Mia.  The latter family is based somewhat on the cartoonist’s own family.

It’s a lot of fun, some tears, and mostly based on daily hijinks.  The cast sort of feel like relatives or neighbours — very relatable.  Also, one doesn’t really have to follow a storyline, although their are the occasional plot threads.  While some of them discuss technology, a lot of the strips are timeless — kids and a dog playing in leaves, for example.  It’s also not shy to touch on serious issues in as humourous a way possible.  Themes are revisited, such as seasons, gardening, marriage, etc.

All in all, I really love this strip.  It is funny, quirky, and endearing.  Everyone is rather lovable.

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Deep Blue Eyes

copyright 2010

 

You look at me with your deep blue eyes,

So determined, so sure that you know

Exactly what my heart is telling me,

And what my mind is saying

Though I don’t want to tell you

And I want to believe myself

That I am fine and there is nothing wrong,

Or that I am all worn out and

Everything is the matter

And whatever you do or say or think

Will do nothing to change how awful I feel,

How much I want to please you, to love you,

To do for you exactly what you need – what I need,

And to give you what you need first,

But I know that I am not and that I am confused,

I am confused and do not know where to turn,

And when I do turn, I don’t see what I want to see,

I hear things, I know things, I learn things

That only make me feel worse,

Knowing that I am so terrible a person,

And you only seem to look at me,

You don’t offer anything but your deep blue eyes.

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