What Do You Mean By Liturgy?

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I’ve gotten this question several times, and thought I should share a little bit about the Liturgy and it’s history. In many respects, the Liturgy is the story and work of Christianity.

Before I go any further: I am not a theologian, just a student with a small knowledge of history and the Church. There may well be unintentional errors both from a lack of knowledge and from condensing a rich and complex topic into something as short as a blog post. Caveat Emptor.

I suspect the use of the word “Liturgy” started dropping out of common usage in the West with the rise of the schism that was the Protestant Reformation. With continuing fractures and new religions that wanted to distance themselves from the Roman Catholic Church and/or whatever church they were breaking away from, the term likely fell out of favor. Given how often the question in the title is asked, it definitely does not seem to be in common usage today.

In common terms, liturgy means an established form for public worship. Secular dictionaries often refer to it as a ritual, which is both misleading and derogatory — and I suspect such is rather deliberate as it implies that it is a pagan practice. Given the hatred of Christianity in certain intellectual and political circles, I am fairly certain that is deliberate.

The word liturgy derives from the Greek leiturgia, which means “public work.” In Orthodox terms, the liturgy is the public work of the Church. Keep in mind that the Church is not a building or even an organization; rather, the Church is the Body of Christ and is composed of its individual members. Whenever these people, the laity, gather together to worship God they are doing the public work of the Church. Hence the use of the term Liturgy.

In the early days of the Church, there were many Liturgies, all of which were theologically valid. There are certain prayers that have to be said and actions taken for a Liturgy to be valid. Those steps were established over time starting with the Disciples and Apostles, and, yes, there have been some changes over time to the process.

When I say many, at one point there were more than 200 unique and theologically valid liturgies in use. Part of this comes from the fact that one of the first things early Christian missionaries did was translate the Liturgy (and the Gospel) into the local language. They also often adapted non-critical parts to the local culture. Thus, the liturgy in Jerusalem was different from the liturgy in Antioch or any other major city.

The Liturgy in Constantinople was extremely extroverted, for example. In some respects, the entire city was a church and services often started at one church or shrine and then processed to the Hagia Sofia (often with detours and stops at shrines or other churches). It was quite the production. The Liturgy at a small church or city would not be that extroverted.

Sadly, those very diverse liturgies were lost when the (Eastern) Roman Empire fell. That’s a story for another day, but monasteries have twice saved the day in regards the Liturgy (at least in the East) and various texts and art.

One thing that hasn’t changed over time is that the Liturgy is in two parts: The Liturgy of the Word and the Liturgy of the Eucharist. Remember that there were no churches in the early days of the Church. Christians and those interested in learning more and becoming Christians met in people’s houses. It was also, as discussed here before, an oral tradition as literacy was not common in the populace.

So, the Liturgy was divided into two parts. The first part was the Liturgy of the Word and it focused on spreading the Gospel. This included recitations from the Old Testament, later recitations from the Epistles were added, and then there was a recitation from the Gospel. At that point, those who were inquirers or not yet members of the Church (catechumens) were asked to leave as the Liturgy of the Eucharist was only for members of the Church.

The Liturgy of the Orthodox Church still has that break in it. You will hear after the Gospel the call for all the catechumens to leave, let none remain. However, no visitors are made to leave, though they may not partake of the Eucharist.

Some interesting history regarding the Liturgy. The earliest days of the Church were interesting, as the Disciples and Apostles developed the form of the Liturgy. Once the basics were in place, people began developing their own versions. There were calls for a unified Liturgy, and Saint James (the half-brother of Christ) actually worked on a unified liturgy before he was martyred. That Liturgy was used by Saint Basil the Great in the creation of his great Liturgy, which is still used today on major feast days. Saint John Chrysostom, I believe, used both of those in the creation of his Liturgy, which is used in the Orthodox Church for many/most services. While I’ve said it before, keep in mind the difference between the different Orthodox Churches is primarily the language used in the service.

So, every Christian church has a liturgy that is the standard form for their services. For Orthodoxy it is not mere ritual; rather, it is the public and living work conducted by and with the Body of Christ that is the Church. It combines teaching and spreading the word with nourishing and strengthening the souls and faith of its members. While it follows a standard form, each service is a living and unique work.

I hope this answers not just the basic question, but also the points it raises by implication. Isn’t it amazing how one small word can have such a large and rich definition in the full context? When it comes to Faith, never settle for the concise but demand, embrace, and enjoy the fuller context.

UPDATE 1: A good and wise friend has suggested a modification to the Orthodox definition of Liturgy. It is a Public Work, done by the Body of Christ, for and with (Agape) love for others. I think that a good and wise addition to the definition used here.

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AV Day

Sorry, overslept this morning so running behind. I’m headed down to the church to test my laptop with some of our limited AV equipment. I want to be sure everything works for my presentation on Sunday. My priest wants to find out what is working and get rid of anything not working. Win-Win.

The presentation will be this Sunday following our “coffee” which follows our liturgy. We fast before the service as we partake of the body and blood of Christ (Eucharist) as part of the liturgy. After the service, we then have “coffee” which usually is a meal. People take turns cooking or bringing things in for the coffee and some of our members are really good cooks. The coffee is usually quite good as one of our members has family that runs a coffee roasting business.

If you are in or near Indianapolis you are welcome to come for the presentation. You don’t have to attend the full service, which starts at 0900 (sorta, there are days we operate on Orthodox time, which has been described as mañana without the sense of urgency). We actually have some things going on before the service (usually confession and someone reading/singing), so don’t think you are interrupting or such. You are not. If you are just wanting to see the presentation, show up about 1030 and come on in.

As for where, Joy of All Who Sorrow Bulgarian Orthodox Church is at 16th and Delaware, and the website has more information.

If you’ve never been to an Orthodox service before, let me know you are coming and I will be glad to welcome you and get you paired up with someone who can explain what is going on. Keep in mind that as our guest, short of deliberately trying to disrupt things/commit violence, you can do no wrong. It is a long service, similar in length to the Latin Mass (1.5 hours), but it “moves” pretty quickly.

If you just want to see the presentation, show up about 1015-1030 and the service should be wrapping up. Join us for coffee and once people are fed we will do the presentation. Hope to see you there.

Monday Got Away From Me

Sorry for not posting yesterday, but the day got away from me. So much so, I missed a dental appointment. It is re-scheduled, and I did get some things done, just not posting.

One of the good things that happened yesterday is that I will be attending the Diocesan Conference for our Church with my Priest and Deacon. I have to cover my costs, so feel free to hit the tip jar. It’s in the Chicago suburbs, and while our church hosted it a couple of years ago, I was in the kitchen helping cook the entire time and did not get to attend it. Given all that has happened during the pilgrimage, I’m glad to have the opportunity.

Got some other work done, and have created the slide-show for a presentation I’m going to be giving at my church about the pilgrimage. More on that soon, if you are in or near Indianapolis, be glad to have you attend.

More soon.

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Pilgrimage: Random Mount Athos

Things have been interesting, and tomorrow my church is re-opening Brother Juniper’s sandwich shop for one day — a yearly event in conjunction with the Talbot Street Art Fair here in Indianapolis. Along with Vespers it is going to be a long day. Sunday, of course, is Sunday.

So, for your enjoyment, a few random photos — most taken from one of the boats ferrying people between monasteries — that I hope will share a bit and tide you over (pun intended) until Monday.

0600 waiting for the passport office to open so we could get our travel documents to go to Mount Athos
Sunrise from the boat while in harbor
A view looking towards Mount Athos proper
One of the sea-side monasteries as seen from the boat
A smaller port serving one of the inland monasteries
Another monastery as we cruised by

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Pilgrimage: Saint Seraphim Of Sofia

St. Seraphim of Sofia, photo of a photo

There is almost no way to do the life of any saint justice. There are often struggles, sometimes hidden; there is sorrow; but, above all there is Faith. Some saints overcome sinful lives to become saints. Others seem destined to that path from birth. St. Seraphim of Sofia is one of the latter, and I am very glad I got to know him a bit on this pilgrimage.

St. Seraphim was born December 1, 1881 in Ryazin, Russia as Nikolai Borisovitch Sobolev. He was the last child born to his mother, who had lost many of her children quite early in childhood. The story of his sister, Vera, is also a part of his story, and I will recommend this article and this article for learning more about him. There is also a book I will recommend if anyone is interested in learning more.

The tales of his studies and how he became a monk then priest are one of the things that drew me to him. Like many students, he had his challenges in school, but was guided such that he not only passed, but became known for his scholarship. I will note that he is still quite often invoked by students, many of whom credit him with their success.

It is also interesting how he became Seraphim. When he was to be tonsured, his name was originally going to be something else. But that day, the person performing the tonsure was moved to name him Seraphim after St. Seraphim of Sarov. Given that Saint Seraphim of Sofia had a special place in his heart for St. Seraphim of Sofia, it filled him with great joy and an even stronger sense of purpose.

He was a teacher at all times, but a teacher of students more than once. His path led him to being ordained a Bishop, and in August 1921 he was sent to Bulgaria after a short stint in Constantinople. His work in Bulgaria was ceaseless, and with his aesthetic practices led to contracting tuberculosis. It is worth noting that until the end he rented the most humble of accommodations and was noted for giving away clothing and possessions to those in need.

Near death in February 1950, he is said to have told his spiritual children that “If I find boldness before the Lord, I will not leave you.” I can only say that it appears he did and he has not left his flock. The number of intercessions and miracles attributed to him is considerable, and my own time with him powerful.

Again, keep in mind we do not pray to our saints, but we ask them to intercede for us with God, and the miracles that accompany them are of God through the intercessions of the saint. An important point worth driving home relentlessly and repeatedly.

This is far too short to do him justice, but I hope it may lead you to learn more about him. It is well worth your time.

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Pilgrimage: Vatopedi Monastery

The only outside view I got

I’ve put this one off for several reasons, mostly to do with all the amazing things that happened there. Of the three monasteries I visited on Mount Athos, this was the most profound experience. Extremely positive, but it has given me a LOT to think about and work through. Some of the things I experienced I still can’t put into words, some is not for public consumption, and some I will share a bit of with you.

A view over the large interior courtyard

As I mentioned earlier, I didn’t get nearly as many pictures here as I did of the others, primarily because so much was happening. Have you ever walked into a place and just instinctively known that this was a place things would happen? If so, that’s pretty much what I felt. I also felt oddly at home, safe isn’t quite the right word, but it’s close enough for now.

Part of the interior courtyard

Vatopedi was founded in the 10th century, and has an extremely rich history. This gives a little bit of it, and it is well worth reading more. There are several miraculous icons and some awe-inspiring relics (and, yes, I was given the opportunity to venerate almost all of them). I want to avoid some of what Sarah A. Hoyt calls the “woo woo” but do need to share this. Not long after we arrived, I went to look around and do some prayers. Along the way, I chanced on the icon seen below, and then went up some stairs to a chapel above the main church where I venerated an icon you could feel the power rolling off. I spent twenty or so minutes in there praying for various people and things. I did not know the story of that icon at the time, but learned it later. The story of that icon is here, and I hope I never see that look on the Lord’s face directed at me. The icon below was put where the miraculous icon formerly resided.

The original was moved upstairs, read the story

I’m going to skip some of the amazing things that happened after that, but will share a small bit. I had wanted to partake of the Eucharist while there, and as such wanted to do confession. It worked out that to do so, I got up at 0300 and joined the monks as they entered the church to start morning prayers. I followed their lead, and was told that one of the monks would take me to confession in a bit.

Some of the artwork outside the church

This did happen, and what I will share is that the priest knew more about me than I had shared with him. It was one of the best confessions I’ve had in any church with no disappointment, guilting, and such that can happen (and has happened with both Catholic and at least one Orthodox priest). Instead, it was thorough, supportive, encouraging, and remarkably positive. My regular confessor is good, but this priest gave a master-class on how to do a good confession. Yes, I made mental notes. I also hope he is right on a couple of things he told me.

The main dining hall

Afterwards, I went back to the church and re-joined the morning prayers. I wish there was some way to share what it was like as the sun came up and light began to fill the huge church dimly lit with candles and lamps. The beauty of it is not something you can easily catch with a camera, as rays from the rising sun begin to bounce off the brass and gold and stream down upon those within filling the church with a golden glow.

Another part of the interior courtyard

At a certain point, the crowd being so large, we broke up into groups and went to smaller churches located around the monastery. There, we finished the service and partook of the Eucharist. Then, we went to breakfast. Sadly, not long after that, it was time to leave. If I could go back right now, I would. I do hope that I can go back soon. More on this in a future post, as I have invitations to return to two monasteries for more extended stays.

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Pilgrimage: Pavlou

My first view from the boat

The Pavlou Monastery was a great place to end my time on Mount Athos. After all that went on at Vatopedi monastery (some of which I will share soon), I needed some quiet time for thought and contemplation. Pavlou was the perfect location for such.

The main entrance

It is not far from the base of Mount Athos, and my hat’s off to those who climb that snow-capped mountain. I actually felt very sorry for the group(s) doing so that day, for reasons that will be clear in a moment. It is up the side of the “hill” and I was glad for the ride up to the monastery from the port. Lots of work going on there to secure things and deal with occasional floods coming down the mountain.

Again, as usual, very solid doors

The views were spectacular, and our room had a good view of the courtyard. The church was, of course, in the center, but behind it was a narrow way with a cross, some conveniently placed benches, and even a holy spring nearby which made for a perfect spot to sit, think, and pray. I needed that time by myself more than I can say, or even that I realized at first. It would have been nice to wander around more, but I had a LOT to think about that took priority over being a tourist.

The church

I took the time while I could, and enjoyed the weather while I could, as I could feel the storms coming. Since I was hit by the lightning, if I pay attention I can get a pretty good idea of if storms are coming and even if there will be lightning (and sometimes where). Not one hundred percent, but better than average. I could feel the weather changing, so made the best use I could of the great weather while I could.

Behind the church were I found some much needed solitude

I was able to play tourist to a limited extent, and it is almost amusing to realize that I got more photos at my “bookend” monasteries than I did at Vatopedi. Then again, I still tend to lose myself a bit in the photography which helped give me time to process things. So, I would sit, think, and pray; then go do a bit of photography; and, then lather, rinse, and repeat. I needed that time.

The holy spring beside/behind the church

Soon it was time for the evening services and then dinner. Monastic services are a little different (if you want I can one day discuss the two periods where monastic and cathedral rites were joined together in synthesis) and I’ve come to enjoy them. Even when long, they tend to move along as monks have things to do. Though they move a bit faster than cathedral rites, you can quickly lose yourself into the service. Add in amazing architecture and art, and you truly do have a feast for the senses.

At the entrance to the church

There was a group of American pilgrims there that I was introduced to after service. It was a pleasure to meet them, and the priest leading them was a graduate of the seminary where I took my course this spring. I really enjoyed meeting him and came to appreciate his leadership as we were leaving.

A glimpse inside

After dinner, we were given a chance to learn about some of the icons and relics there, and to venerate them. While they have a portion of the Gifts of the Magi, for me there was one icon that particularly caught my attention. The icon was the Icon of the Virgin Mary Kathreptis. During the years of iconoclasm, this icon was protected by the Empress Theodora in her private chamber hidden behind a mirror. There are scorch marks on it hinting that it’s survival from the pagan fires of iconoclasm was close at some point. It is also extremely unique and if you are interested in iconography at all I would highly recommend reading up on it.

Photo courtesy of Nicolas Karellos

That night it did indeed storm, and the storm continued into the next morning. I donned the poncho my Godmother (Matushka) had given me to bring but as we were to leave to go back down to the port, the rain stopped. We got down to the port, and when the boat came we all got onboard despite objections from some that we should wait for the boat to come back since it was still on the outbound portion of its journey. The American priest overrode that bit of idiocy and I cheerfully went along with him as I had no desire to be out for an hour or so in rain and possibly lightning. I will have to share some video from that ride one day here soon, so glad we did it.

There is more to come. I will particularly ask you to hit the tip jar today if you can, as I am looking at taking one or more courses at the seminary this fall. If I take just one, looking at needing about $7k, and if two it will be another $4k on top of that. Would appreciate the help very much. Thank you for reading, commenting, and liking things. It is all very much appreciated!

If you would like to help me with this trip, seminary courses, and more, feel free to hit the fundraiser at A New Life on GiveSendGo, use the options in the Tip Jar in the upper right, or drop me a line to discuss other methods. I’ve added Cash App ($CliffPow7) and Venmo (@Clifford-Powers-5). There is also the Amazon Wish List in the Bard’s Jar. Getting hit by lightning is not fun! It is thanks to your gifts and prayers that I am still going. Thank you.

Pilgrimage: Karakallou

First, an apology to you the readers. I had planned to get a post up yesterday, but didn’t make it. The breakfast I had on Wednesday with a friend, who has been a bit under the weather as it were, ran delightfully into the afternoon. It was so good to catch up with them, laugh, share some memories, and just live. Had to run an unexpected errand afterwards which took up the rest of the day. Yesterday morning I had coffee with two dear friends and then had errands to run before the storms hit last night. Had breakfast this morning with a friend and former co-worker, and am now catching up here.

I also owe an apology to my “bookend” monasteries on Mount Athos. I sometimes glitch on their names. While each visit on Mount Athos was unique and even wonderful, so much happened at Vatopedi that it tends to eclipse everything else which is not fair to the other two. The first “bookend” is Karakallou Monastery and in some respects it was the perfect way to “break in” to the routine of life on Mount Athos.

Might notice how it’s built…

The monastery dates back to the 11th century, and is up a ways from it’s “port.” Something to keep in mind about the monasteries on Mount Athos is that each has (or had) it’s own port down on the coast. In this case, the port is about a mile down the hill from the monastery proper. The monasteries, be they on Mount Athos or elsewhere, strive to be as self-sufficient as possible. A lot of people seem to have the idea that monks are sitting in their cell (room) all day praying, and that’s just not the case. There are often animals for which to care; crops to tend, grapes to pick and wine to make, etc. It is not a sedentary life.

The main entrance, and yes most monasteries are built with pirate and other attacks in mind…

In the case of Karakallou, I would add to that list of chores expanding agricultural activities. While there, work was underway to expand grape and crop growing areas, and to repair and optimize such areas and roads. That was in addition to all the normal work of running a farm. One area next to the monastery had hundreds of onions planted, and we found out why later.

Most monasteries have very serious doors

Karakallu is probably best known for the icon of Saints Peter and Paul (take it as a given that most icons I mention here are miraculous); but, it also houses relics of the True Cross and a number of saints. For most visitors, these will be brought out during a special time after supper to learn about them and have the chance to venerate them.

The inner courtyard and church

When I said it was a great place to break into the routine of life on Mount Athos, it truly was such. We were somewhat encouraged to go look around, hike around, and otherwise explore the area. Other than being back in time for evening services and dinner (and not getting underfoot), relax and contemplate. We did walk around a bit, checked out some of the expansion work, and for me at least, to shed the stresses and cares of the world outside. The evening meal also got me back into the monastic meals. There are prayers said beforehand, and one does not eat or drink until the abbot rings his bell. When the bell rings again, you put everything down and stop.

A satellite chapel

I mentioned earlier the onions being grown and at dinner that night we found out why so many are being grown. Dinner was a lentil stew, and it was probably the best such I’ve ever had. I can’t cook lentils all that well, but the monks clearly could. Next to each bowl was a green onion with a small bulb at the end, peeled and with the roots cut off. One ate lentils, took a bite of the onion, and it was delicious.

Ruins of the old port

The next morning, we walked about a mile downhill to the old port, and the boat that services those ports came in and picked us up. We did have one small bit of excitement when a wild pig and piglets ran across the trail in front of us. Once we were sure all the piglets were across and they and mom were gone, we continued on.

Karacallou was a good place to shed the world and enjoy some quiet contemplation and prayer. That shift stood me in good stead for my visit to Vatopedi.

Apologies

I had planned to get something up yesterday, but my debrief with my priest took a while and led to me getting sidetracked a bit. Today, I have breakfast and visit with a friend and then have to go meet with some others this afternoon. There is more coming, and thinking it’s time to go over where I went on Mount Athos. Please stand by.