We
have noted before the close kinship betwixt the Southern and the Orthodox ways
of life. The Southerner’s view that his
life and all the creation - time and space and all material things, living or
not - participate in a mystery beyond themselves, in a great cosmic liturgy or
dance, is another manifestation of this closeness. The Southern belief is beworded nicely in the
poem below by the Tennessee
poet, historian, etc. Donald Davidson, while Archimandrite Vasileios in the
word-sharings that follow shows what the South is reaching for in her agrarian
mysticism.
I
Now let us leave the gate unshut
On hayfields grown too ripe to cut.
That Adirondack
will not change its pose,
And this northern light looks back before it goes
Till Kirby
Peak turns rose.
Whoever asks the day of the week
Can hold the wind on his western cheek,
Walk, and find an unblazed road where Monday
Measures as good a blueberry mile as Sunday.
Lest we should sin by being fanatic
We let the red squirrel all the attic.
Knowing God is, we say our vows
When vesper deer come forth to browse,
Telling the beads of many a yesterday.
Nine shadows lined against the wood;
The tenth you cannot see,
But count that other shadow where the gray
Boulder remembers the glacial flood,
And that will make our rosary.
Ave Maria while the evening star leans low
Brings dew upon the head.
Our Paternoster’s said.
The lamp is lit within, and we must go.
II
We ask God for no better proof
Than that moss likes our shingle roof.
Locusts give shade; the sun will set;
Asters proclaim it will rise again.
The red ants know we will have rain
Though the merry cricket says, “Not yet!”
. . .
. . . So the
red fox invades the lawn.
Bony and lean, he has a brush
Would serve Odysseus for a bush.
The little, naked red fox peers
With prayerful face and upright ears,
Then genuflects, with sweep of paw,
To mark the rigor of God’s law
And catch, of grasshoppers in riot,
His portion of a hermit’s diet,
Which, if it is not sacrament,
Owes naught to secular government.
III
Once and again a tantara
Hails like a distant Gloria.
. . .
. . . How
could she learn, without research,
The Gradual of our mountain church
If not from logs of pine and birch
That lift from every morning fire
The plainsong of our primitive choir?
. . .
(Donald Davidson, ‘Gradual of the Northern Summer’,
Poems 1922-1961, Minneapolis,
Minn.: U. of Minn.
Press, 1966, pgs. 8-10)
. . .
everyone who has entered into the Liturgy sees the “words”, the inner
principles of existent things, concelebrating with the one incarnate Word, the
“One who offers and is offered” in the Liturgy of the whole world.
The life of the world, its creation and its
history, are a divine Liturgy which leads all things to a blessed end. “Earthly things have become heaven” (Feast of
the Annunciation).
One who is truly baptized into the spirit of the
Divine Liturgy never departs from that spirit.
He is always within the divine Liturgy.
Everything is revealed to him concelebrating, voluntarily or
involuntarily, with the one Word. And
this person in every time and place is nourished by the music of heaven. He receives light from the Light which knows
no evening. And he goes forward, while
remaining in the same place, because his inner doxology and joy never
stop. And he does not know whether it is
rather that he offers joy and light to all, or that he receives gladness and
rejoicing from everywhere. He finds
himself part of a Liturgy concelebrated by the entire universe. He sees the whole of creation as a theophany,
a burning bush which is not consumed: because through the Liturgy, “all things
have been filled with light” (Archimandrite Vasileios, ‘“The Light of Christ
Shines upon All” through All the Saints’, Dr Elizabeth Theokritoff, trans., Montreal, Quebec:
Alexander Press, 2001, pgs. 23-4).
* * * * *
. . . [God]
loves the whole person, and his freedom.
And it is of great importance to approach God in freedom, when your time
comes. It is important to take a risk at
some point in taking your personal step.
To dare to express your objections or doubts, as did the Apostle
Thomas. To confess the truth. To hear the Good Shepherd calling you by
name. To cross the threshold of fear and
hesitation. To tear up the contract of
slavery. To go forward in freedom. And to take the next step: voluntarily to
enslave yourself to God. To say: My God,
I have no confidence in myself. My true
self is You, who created me, who love me and who call me to the dangerous
adventure of freedom so that I can find my soul by deliberately losing it. This is why I ask and want Your will to be
done, and not my own.
Then you begin to tread different ground; to fly on
the wings of the winds of the Spirit.
And divine grace cares for you as a hen her chicks (Archimandrite
Vasileios, pgs. 13-4).
The
Orthodox Church does not destroy cultures but brings about their fulfillment by
pruning away that which is evil (idolatry, vices, etc.) and bringing into full
flower that which is good. The South, still being pre-modern (to borrow
Dr Clark Carlton’s word) in many ways, and thus sharing much in common with
Orthodoxy, her pruning as it were would perhaps not be that painful.
Nevertheless,
many Southerners no doubt hesitate about conversion to Orthodoxy. ‘Is it faithful to the Southern tradition, to
the ways of our forefathers?’ To which
we answer with our most solemn Yes. In
the purity of the Orthodox Faith, a man becomes whole: All the wounds of sin, all the distortions of
his nature, are healed. Any deviations
from that Faith which Christ gave to His Apostles will not allow him to heal
completely, to achieve full personhood, full union with God.
The
same holds true for countries as well. For
Dixie to be baptized into the Christ of the Orthodox Church would be for her to
become most truly herself (‘My true self is You, who created me’); and that is
the end any people strives for, including our own forebears from Robert Beverley
to John C. Calhoun and William Gilmore Simms to Rev R. L. Dabney and Mel
Bradford. Just as Spain was not truly Spain
until she entered the baptismal waters blessed by the Orthodox Church, nor was England truly England,
nor Russia truly Russia,
and so on.
By
all means, as Archimandrite Vasileios said, voice your doubts, ye sons and
daughters of the South, but do not be afraid to cross the threshold into the
Orthodox Church when the time comes, when the Good Shepherd calls. For God is our life, and anything that
hampers our union with Him brings death to us.
May our Heavenly Father bring the South life and joy and gladness and
salvation through our union with the Body of Jesus Christ His only-begotten Son
in the Holy Ghost, now and forever.