Russky
Pastyr, No. 36, 2000
What
a Joy It Is to Be a Priest!
We here offer our readers an interview given to the Russian-language
periodical Russky Pastyr [The Russian Pastor] by His Grace, Archbishop
Seraphim of Brussels and Western Europe, who until his recent repose
resided at the Lesna Convent in France. His Grace Archbishop Seraphim
(secular name Igor Dulgov) was not only distinguished for his intelligence
and erudition, but also for his great pastoral experience and his
success in attracting children and the young to the Church of Christ,
as well as for his sense of humor.
In the following interview, Vladyka not only responds directly to
the editor’s questions, but adds many of his own interesting recollections
and thoughts. Thus, this is not so much an interview as a reflection,
through Vladyka Seraphim, on an entire epoch, of the history of
the Russian diaspora in France.
His Grace Archbishop Seraphim departed to the Lord on 24 November
2003, the day on which the Myrrh-streaming Montreal Iveron Icon
of the Mother of God is commemorated.
Vladyka,
tell us of your childhood.
I was born in Russia in what were already Soviet times, but left
there with my mother in 1928 (my father was already abroad). My
subsequent fate, my spiritual fate first and foremost, would have
been quite different had I remained in the USSR. I often ask myself
who I would have become if I had not left the Soviet Union. One
cannot say that my parents were churchly people--I have absolutely
no memory of my parents having taught me to pray or whether as a
child I ever went to church. I know that I was baptized, since my
godfather was Admiral I. K. Grigorovich, former Minister of the
Navy, who died an ÎmigrÎ in the south of France. But I never laid
eyes on him. My mother took me to church after we had left Russia--once
a year, on Pascha! Later yet, when we had already settled in Paris,
they took me more frequently. I remember hearing Fr. Georgy Spassky,
a pastor famous in Paris (+1934), preach on the feast of the Annunciation.
I do not recall the content of the sermon (I was about eight years
old), except for isolated phrases; but I do remember that many of
those in church wept.
Even before our move to France, when we were still in Berlin, where
we lived at first, when I began studies in the Russian high school,
I recall my mother, when kissing the Cross after Liturgy, asking
the priest to bless me, a young boy, at the beginning of the academic
year. He blessed me, said something cordial, and gave me a red-dyed
egg. Apparently, someone had given it to the priest shortly before
we approached him. It is not to no purpose that I have dwelt on
this detail. This is an example of how important it is for the priest
to devote his attention to a child, to give him a little cross,
an icon, a booklet, to say a few affectionate words to him. This
makes an impression on children; and perhaps later on, like seed
cast upon the ground, it will bear fruit. I of course have in mind
that this be done by the pastor with intent, so to speak, as a sign
of genuine love for the child (he should enjoy doing what is pleasing
to a child). This was very well defined by the remarkable pastor
and thinker Fr. Alexander Elchaninov, who died at a comparatively
young age in the south of France:
ÒWhy are children_s impressions so important? Why is it important
to hasten to fill a child’s heart and mind with light and goodness
from his earliest years? In childhood one finds the power of trust,
simplicity, gentleness, the aptitude for compunction, for sympathy,
the power of imagination, the absence of cruelty and hard-heartedness.
It is this that is the field in which what is sown increases 30-,
60-, 100-fold. Later, when his soul has already become hard and
dark, what he received in childhood can again purify, save a man.
This is why it is so important to hold children close to the Church.
This will nourish them for their whole life.Ó
Amazingly, I was then about nine years old, no older, and I asked
my mother to buy me a Gospel book! I don_t recall the reason which
prompted me to make this request. True, in Russian school, in the
morning, before lessons, there was common prayer for all, students
and teachers, in the main hall; there were catechism lessons (a
female teacher taught the lower classes; only for the upper classes
was there a priest). Perhaps the death of my father influenced this
indirectly. I remember that in the evening, after my own prayers,
I would read the Gospel. I set myself to read a little bit at a
time--three verses in all--on a regular basis.
When my father died, my mother had to work full days, and lest I
become a street child, it was decided to lodge me in a Russian boarding
school, of which there were several in France at that time. The
one chosen for me was the military academy, which had recently opened
in a suburb of Paris. This turned out to be a decisive choice for
my further churchly upbringing.
In the beginning, there was no priest serving the academy, even
for Pascha! I remember th
at
on Pascha night we gathered in the reception room; the music teacher
sat at the grand piano, and we all sang ÒChrist is RisenÓ three
times, after which we went and had some non-lenten food. The academy
had a nice church; but a priest came from Paris only very rarely.
Afterwards, a priest, a hieromonk, was sent from Serbia, appointed
by Metropolitan Anthony (Khrapovitsky). I remember when I learned
that the divine services would then be celebrated regularly; for
some reason this made me very happy. The younger cadets served as
altar-boys in order. But later, together with four or five others,
I became a permanent altar-boy. I was very pleased to serve in the
sanctuary. The senior cadet functioned as the psalomshchik [precentor],
and when he left, they prepared me to read at all the services,
even though I was then only 11-12 years old (I didn’t want to; I
much preferred serving in the sanctuary).
I never saw a hierarchal service until, much later, I became one
of those carrying out the duties of subdeacon in the cathedral of
Metropolitan Seraphim (Lukianov) in Paris.
When did you decide that you wanted to become a priest?
I was always close to the Church, and more precisely, to the Russian
Orthodox Church Abroad. When, after World War II, we lost our only
church in Paris, I, who was then a young man, took an active part
with others in organizing temporary divine servicesÜfor Passion
Week and Pascha, as well as on such exceptional occasions as, for
example, the reception in Paris of Saint John of Shanghai, who had
been appointed our ruling bishop. (Otherwise, there would have been
no place to serve when he arrived in Paris, where the basic part
of his flock was.) Having received an intermediate education, I
enrolled in a French engineering school, where I studied during
the War for a year or two. Later, I was in Germany, and when I returned
from there I didn’t want to continue my former schooling.
I decided (in 1946) to enroll in the Saint Sergius Theological Institute
in Paris, where I completed my studies in 1950 with a first grade
diploma. After finishing my work at the Institute, I worked at my
profession in two French firms, even though I did not possess an
engineer’s certification. They hired me eagerly, even without a
certificate, for I had the requisite knowledge. At the present time
in France it is very difficult to set oneself up even with certification.
I was, among others, in correspondence with the now deceased Archbishop
Seraphim of Chicago, and in each of his letters he took me to task
for remaining still among the ÒgrayÓ clergy. This is how he referred
to those who had a theological education (in my case, even a higher
degree), yet did not become priests.
Vladyka Seraphim, then an archimandrite, was the head of the missionary
monastery of St. Job in Carpatho-Russia. It seems that in 1935 it
was decided that the Monk Job would visit the entire diaspora (in
any event, Western and Middle Europe) with the holy relics of the
Great Martyr and Healer Panteleimon (which the monastery had received
from Athos). Much later, the Monk Job became an archimandrite, and
after the last War was the head of the Monastery of St. Job, though
it had been evacuated to Munich. His missionary journey was a success;
he visited many churches, parishes, schools, societies. He told
about Saint Panteleimon, whose relics were being venerated, and
also spoke about the Monastery of St. Job in the Carpathian Mountains,
acquainting the ÎmigrÎs in Europe with the life and activity of
that missionary monastery.
Fr. Job was also at the military academy. Afterward, all the students
received from him as a blessing an icon of St. Panteleimon, which
each hung above his own bed. That was the first time I even laid
eyes on holy relics! And the icon of the Healer made a long-lasting
impression on me. Later, I suffered from pleurisy and inflammation
of the lungs every spring. At that time penicillin did not exist,
and my condition could have become fatal. During one of my more
alarming moments our catechist wrote hastily to the Carpathians
for the monks to send a little medal on which the Znammeny [the
Sign] Icon of the Mother of God appeared on one side, and the Great
Martyr and Healer Panteleimon on the other. Because they did not
have such a medal available at that time, they sent two medals,
which I wore my whole life, until they were stolen by a thief (apparently
an Arab) when he robbed the church apartment in Lyon, thinking they
were valuable.
How did I become a priest? Everything remained as it was before
until I myself came to it! Why? I became somewhat dissatisfied with
my life, my occupation, my goals. My job with the draftsmen in the
factory (a large, airy building) was not burdensome to me in either
a material or any other sense. Yet I experienced a sense of emptiness.
There is a droll, somewhat crude expression in French: Bouleau,
metro, dodo; which means, Go to work, work, take the subway, and
afterward go home again and, tired, collapse and go to sleep. And
the next day, do the same. There is no purpose; it is empty. I think
that my condition and aspiration at that time was beautifully and
fully defined by Fr. Alexander Elchaninov, whom I have already mentioned:
ÒWhat a joy it is to be a priest! This priesthood is the only profession
where you are always living in earnest.Ó One understands that the
expression ÒprofessionÓ is used here conditionally--Fr. Alexander
merely wanted to compare the priesthood with other callings. That
is how I perceive it.
Yes, such a sense of being, a real goal, existence, was defined
within me with great clarity. This does not mean that to be an engineer,
a doctor, a scholar, a master craftsman, a farmer, is pointless;
I am speaking here of myself. When I came to the realization that
I needed to become a priest, I began to long for this to happen
as soon as possible. I was ordained a deacon in Geneva, but for
Cannes, to help the very elderly rector, Mitred Archpriest Nikolai
Sobolev. He suffered seriously from asthma, and it was difficult
for him to breathe, serve and move around. I wanted to remain a
deacon for as long as possible, but my future superior would not
agree--he needed a priest.
Thus, I found myself in the south of France, in Cannes, where I
served for a quarter of a century.
What professors of the Saint Sergius Theological Institute in
Paris made an impression on your memory?
I can single out Professor Archimandrite Kiprian (Kern). Many knew
him in Belgrade; and afterward he was for a short time the Head
of the Mission in Jerusalem. I single him out not only because of
his fascinating lectures (Patrology, Liturgics), but also as a universally
educated man. With him one could discuss any topic.
Once, they took the students of the Institute to the Louvre Museum,
in Paris. Fr. Kiprian accompanied us and gave beautiful explanations
of the secular pictures and other exhibits of the museum. The famous
ÎmigrÎ writer Boris Zaitsev would informally drop in on Fr. Kiprian.
They both had an interest in various aesthetic topics: Italy, Byzantium
(of course), painting, poetry. But the writer visited Fr. Kiprian
also to discuss personal, spiritual issues. Later, in one of his
sketches, he depicted Archimandrite Kiprian as one of his characters,
though he changed his name.
There is an expression: Show me what books you have, and I will
be able to tell who you are. I have reworked this expression: Show
me whose portraits you have in your room, and I will will be able
to tell everything about you. I recall that Fr. Kiprian had in his
little study two portraits hanging on the wall: a photograph of
Archimandrite Antonin (Kapustin), and an engraving of the famous
Archimandrite (later Bishop) Kassian (Bezobrazov). As one tonsured
on Athos, Fr. Kassian wore a klobuk of the Athonite style. He was
a renowned specialist in the New Testament, who had a perfect command
of the Greek language. Mindful of the custom of Metropolitan Anthony
(Khrapovitsky), in whose quarters once a week, in the evening, students
would gather together informally, to drink tea, hold discussions,
raise questions (how many future pastors and thinkers were formed
at such evening teas!), Archimandrite Kassian, later Bishop of Catania
(a city in Sicily, which the Ecumenical Patriarch considered his
province), was aware of this. (I remember that one not very educated
deacon would pronounce this KO-tania, from the Russian word for
cat.)
So he too began to organize tea-drinking sessions. We would go to
him, each with his own chair or stool--he lived modestly, in cramped
quarters--but nothing resulted in the sense of simple and easy fellowship.
It dragged on; they tried to talk about something; but it was without
animation. He proved to be not something dry, but a professor, a
scholar in his own right, a specialist in his own area, and only
that.
In Issue #32 of Russky Pastyr, there was a photograph of I. M. Kontsevich,
one of the professors at Holy Trinity Seminary, in Jordanville.
I knew him very well in Paris, and visited his home. We studied
together at the Theological Institute. His famous book, The Acquisition
of the Holy Spirit in the Ways of Ancient Russia was his graduate
thesis, written under the guidance of Prof. A. V. Kartashev. In
the foreword to his book, the author thanks his professor for his
lively interest in the topic and for his rigorous criticism.
I also remember Mikhail Mikhailovich Ossorguine. He had two responsibilities--he
was the instructor in the Church’s typicon, and in the parish attached
to the St. Sergius compound he fulfilled the duties of precentor.
Since we served the divine services twice a day--in the morning
for the students, and in the evening for the parishioners--Mikhail
Mikhailovich often chanted, totally alone, the entire services of
vespers and matins. With touching exactness he was afraid to miss
any of the vespers services for whatever reason, as though to do
so would ÒoffendÓ the saint who was then being commemorated.
Mikhail Mikhailovich Ossorguine was a great expert in church singing,
and somewhere there is a recording of him reading the paramia for
Great Friday, the Prophecy of Ezekiel. His reading of this paramia
was transcribed into musical notes.
Who had an influence on you spiritually, was a model for your pastoral
ministry?
There was not one single pastor or archpastor who had a fundamental
influence on me. I strove like a bee to extract spiritual nectar
from many, and each indisputably gave me something of himself. I
remember with gratitude all who watched over our youth. I drew forth
a great deal also in the military academy, from the various professors
of the Institute, and from Bishop Nafanail, whom I assisted as subdeacon.
I also remember with grateful thanks my superior in Cannes (although
I was more educated in matters of the Church and theology). I remember
Archimandrite Sergy (Pfefferman) of Medon. His spirit, generosity,
authority and even confession in three incidents in his life made
him not only worthy of profound respect, but also a model to be
imitated. I would like to tell you of his three incidents of confession.
The first was when he received baptism in his youth and was subjected
to persecution by his Jewish family; the second was, during World
War II and the occupation of France, since he was born a Jew; and
the third was after the War had ended, during the period of Soviet
fever here in France, and especially in Paris, when absolutely all
the parishes in France submitted to Moscow, with the exception of
three or four parishes in all, belonging to the Russian Church Abroad,
among them Fr. Sergy’s parish in Medon, which was not located out
somewhere in the hinterlands, but was visible to all, practically
in Paris.
Although neither Archimandrite Sergy nor the aforementioned Archpriest
Nikolai Sobolev had studied in a theological academy, they completed
the Òacademy of life,Ó they possessed a great experience, a knowledge,
which not everyone receives in an academy.
And finally, I am greatly indebted to the ever-memorable Archbishop
Anthony (Bartoshevich) of Geneva. The clergy found trust, peace,
wisdom and solidarity under his omophorion--and it was cozy there!
I read a great deal about our pastors and archpastors, and now,
in the years of my advanced age, I love to read the reminiscences
of the pastors and archpastors of the recent past, who were, of
course, my more-or-less contemporaries.
In childhood I loved to read the Patericon and the lives of the
saints. All of this, of course, did not go for nought.
When
you studied at the St. Sergius Institute, were you in the Russian
Church Abroad? And if so, how did they treat you?
I belonged to the Church Abroad both before and during my stay at
the Theological Institute. I arrived there and presented the recommendation
of a priest of the Church Abroad, even though I could have obtained
such a thing from colleagues of the Institute with whom I was well
acquainted. During my more than four years of study, I comported
myself with total correctness with regard to the administration,
and no one exerted any pressure on me whatever. For this to be more
comprehensible, one must remember that this was the post-War period,
when both our diocese of the Church Abroad and the Greek Exarchate
(those whom they call ÒEvlogiansÓ) categorically refused to recognize
the Moscow Patriarchate. When news came that the Exarchate (after
the death of Metropolitan Evlogy, who had brought everyone into
the Moscow Patriarchate) had managed to deliver itself from Moscow,
Archbishop Nafanail wrote the following of this: ÒDespite our different
understandings and the state of the Church at the present moment,
we sincerely rejoice for His Grace, Archbishop Vladimir for the
new title of ÒExarchÓ he has now received...Ó It must be kept in
mind that the proclamation was long ago expected, but was received
only in March of 1947. [I will clarify further: In autumn of 1944,
Metropolitan Evlogy, through the Soviet consul, entered into correspondence
with the Patriarch of Moscow, and declare his readiness to reunite
immediately He told no one in Paris about this. Thus, despite the
will of the majority of his clergy, he went under Moscow, and they
extricated themselves from this only after the death of Metropolitan
Evlogy in August of 1945.]
In accordance with his written testament, his vicar bishop, Archbishop
Vladimir (Nitsky) assumed administrative authority. This is who
managed, with the support of the majority of his flock, to extricate
himself from Moscow. I add further that Archbishop Nafanail, who
was assigned to Western Europe by our Synod, not only immediately
paid calls on Archbishop Vladimir and the St. Sergius Institute
(he was greeted formally by all the professors), but he also concelebrated
with Vladyka Vladimir, who was soon to become Metropolitan. In May
of 1947, at the hostel for the Russian youth in Verrieres, there
was a conference for those who work with the youth, and there was
a Liturgy was concelebrated by the two hierarchs. Afterward, Vladyka
Nafanail, already alone, concelebrated a moleben [service of supplication]
with clergy of both jurisdictions.
And our Saint John also visited Metropolitan Vladimir on more than
one occasion when he traveled to France, and after Christmas sent
him a choir of cadets from the Versailles academy to sing carols
for him (Vladyka John was occupied with the academy until it was
closed down).
This was the period when Prof. A. V. Kartashev of the St. Sergius
Institute reprinted in Paris the pamphlet ÒOn the Soviet Church,Ó
originally published in Germany in mimeograph form, adding to it
his own foreword and an indication that this document, important
for humanity, originated in circles close to Metropolitan Anastasy,
and was a document which magnificently revealed the essence of the
ÒSovietÓ Church.
At the same time, Kartashev wrote to Metropolitan Anastasy in Germany
that it was time to forget the heresy of Sophianism and to send
students from Germany to Paris without fear! One should take into
account that at that time (because of the War), exactly when I enrolled,
though there was a full complement of faculty, there were very few
students. I seem to remember that some Serbs arrived (from camps
in Germany).
To provide you with a complete picture, I want to remind you of
the following. Mother Catherine, the Abbess of the Lesna Monastery
in Hopovo (Yugoslavia), (Countess Efimovskaya before she took the
tonsure), reposed in October of 1925. During the illness that led
up to her death, she often dictated her thoughts on many things
to her cell-attendant, Sister ZinaÕda. When it became clear that
the end was near, she summoned Sister ZinaÕda with a glance and
in a feeble voice said: ÒSend everything I have dictated to Zander
in Paris.Ó
Lev Aleksandrovich Zander was also my professor at the St. Sergius
Institute. He taught logic and something else. True, the abbess
of the Lesna Convent reposed in 1925, while Metropolitan Evlogy
decisively sundered the unity of the whole Church Abroad only in
1927. Yet already by 1924 relations between Paris and the Synod
in Belgrade were under tremendous strain.
I would like to say a few more words about the aforementioned Metropolitan
Vladimir. To break with Moscow once and for all, he had to receive
the conciliar opinion of his flock. For this, on 16 September 1946,
an extraordinary session of the Diocesan Assembly took place, which
vested in Vladyka its trust and full authority in his actions. And
so, at the beginning of the Assembly there were read the various
greetings received from several autocephalous Churches. Greetings
were also received from the American Metropolia, which had already
succeeded in breaking away from the Church Abroad, as well as from
our Synod of Bishops in Munich, in the name of Metropolitan Anastasy.
This telegrammed greeting was signed by Bishop Seraphim, who would
become Archbishop of Chicago. The Assembly resolved to reply with
gratitude to all who had sent greetings. At the insistent demand
of those who had gathered, the reply to Metropolitan Anastasy was
to be composed using particularly cordial expressions.
En route from Germany to South America, Bishop Leonty (later of
Chile) visited Paris. He was possessed of a beautiful voice. I remember
when he entered the chapel of the Institute he sang a marvelous
Magnification to Saint Sergius.
I think that after all the examples I have cited, my reply to your
question is exhaustive. There were no problems. However, for those
readers of your magazine who still remain under the impression of
the Sophian heresy in Paris, I wish to quote the words of one of
the professors--I forget who, but I know that Archimandrite Kiprian
cited them for us. The sense of what was said I will recast in my
own words: What is a real heresy? It is a living false doctrine
which penetrates all the parts of the organism of a Church. From
the doctrine of Fr. Sergius Bulgakov all that remains are dusty
volumes somewhere on a shelf. Father Kiprian added that this was
said, as it were, in defense of Fr. Bulgakov, but the latter was
terribly offended when he heard of it!
In the course of more than four years of study, none of the students
(Bulgakov had already died during the War) had heard anything about
his public teachings. No, the crux of the matter did not lie in
Sophianism, but in something quite different. Like a clap of thunder
from a clear sky was the lecture ÒOld Testament Biblical Criticism,Ó
delivered by Prof. A. Kartashev in February of 1944, in which he
called everyone to a different approach to the Sacred Scriptures,
to a reworking of the study of the Bible on the basis of the Òcritical
method.Ó
In 1947, when this lecture was published in Paris as a separate
book, it was subjected to scathing criticism by Bishop Nafanail.
His lengthy, scholarly and detailed article on this subject said
in effect that the questions raised by the respected professor were
interesting, but despite all the provisos the author made, the Orthodox
reader is in no way able to agree with his conclusions, although
one may in a calm, private environment debate the questions raised,
but only there. Vladyka Nafanail’s article reads easily, interestingly,
like all that proceeded from his pen in general. Everything is comprehensible,
even if one has not previously read Prof. Kartashev’s book.
But again, although his lecture was public, although his book was
published in Paris in a significant press-run, it remained, it seemed
to me, an object for the same dusty shelf! So far as I remember,
at the lectures on the Old Testament that I attended (my professor
was another person) Prof. Kartashev’s views were not represented.
But how things are now, I do not know.
To a certain degree, Prof. Bishop Kassian in his own lectures on
the New Testament (though, as many students have noted, before his
consecration) paid more attention to the authority of the German
school of theology at Tßbingen than to the holy Fathers! For Archimandrite
Kiprian, who rated the scholarship of his own colleague very high,
the authority of the holy Fathers was higher than all else. I remember
this episode. The students were studying either in the lecture halls,
or in the dormitory under them, where it was warmer. There was still
not much coal, and we warmed ourselves with a special heater which
stood in the dormitory, and which we had to fuel with sawdust. Father
Kiprian, whenever he was tired after a night of working in his study,
would go down into the students’ dormitory for a change of scenery.
He would remark with pleasure if anyone was diligently studying,
but also loved to engage in conversation.
One time he happened to improvise a monologue on an unexpected theme.
For some reason the conversation was about the holy Fathers, and
Archimandrite Kiprian began to speak in an inspired manner about
their authority. The ceiling of the dormitory was supported by two
columns, pillars. Leaning against one of them, almost embracing
it, Father Kiprian concluded: ÒYes, one may and must always lean
upon the holy Fathers. They are pillars which cannot be broken.Ó
What giants of the spirit have you encountered personally, or have
you read about?
I hasten to name Metropolitan Anthony (Khrapovitsky). No, I never
met him, but I have read a great deal about him, and the main thing
is that those who knew him personally also spoke well of him. Although
I was then only twelve years old, I was struck by this personality,
at first, of course, as a child would be. I was acquainted with
the comparatively young ÎmigrÎ military historian Kersnovsky. He
was at the military academy, attended the divine services many times,
and prayed with us. Apparently, he noticed there a boy, how he served
as acolyte, how he read on kliros. And so he gave me as a gift an
anthology of selected writings of Metropolitan Anthony, which had
just, in 1935, been published to mark the 50th anniversary of the
Metropolitan’s priestly service. Of course, the articles were not
intended for a boy to read and understand (for example, ÒThe Moral
Idea of the All-holy Trinity,Ó ÒPsychological Data in Favor of Free
Will and Moral ResponsibilityÓ); but in the beginning of the book
there was a good photograph of the Metropolitan--seated, replete
with crosses, panagias and medals (which he wore, of course, only
for the photograph, for he did not like medals, considering them
to be a touch ÒworldlyÓ). In it the respected metropolitan sat and
smiled in a kindly manner.
Afterwards, when I was already an adult, I was transported not so
much by the theology of Metropolitan Antony as by the man, the hierarch,
the archpastor, even the social activist (in him this never, however,
passed beyond the bounds of what was churchly). As is well known,
there is now a major (17-volume) work about him, by Archbishop Nikon
(Rklitsky). I will always regret the unfortunate title of this work,
which considerably restricts it significance. I would suggest to
some future editor the following title: ÒMetropolitan Antony Khrapovitsky
and His Time (1863-1936).Ó
Yes, the range of his time was broad: before World War I, before
the Revolution, the Civil War, the great exodus into the diaspora,
the wide vista of the whole emigration, the ecclesial activity.
In these 17 volumes I am moved most to compunction by the epistles
of the metropolitan, his diocesan decrees, which have broad significance,
yes, and also simply by the articles on very varied topics. By the
way, I had a sort of ÒencounterÓ with Metropolitan Antony, but many
years later. I think that a future chronicler would find this interesting.
The great Abba died long ago, but some of his things remain: In
the maelstroms of the War, the attacks of the Red Army, the new
emigration from Belgrade, it seems almost impossible that anything
was preserved. But something was. When I unexpectedly became a hierarch,
this coincided with my move to the Lesna Convent, where I was supposed
to go as a priest, as though Òinto retirement.Ó But it turned out
in quite a different way. I became a bishop. In the convent church
an armchair was prepared for me on the left kliros, at which I could
stand or sit and pray when I was not serving. Near the armchair
was a little table on which I could set liturgical books so as to
be able to follow the reading and singing. I had long wondered about
the armchair set out for me--it was wide, comfortable, but rested
on some sort of iron rods or pivots. Once I asked the abbess or
one of the senior nuns what the story of the armchair was. It turned
out that the lower part used to be on wheels, to facilitate moving
one seated in it. Then it became clear that this had been the wheelchair
of His Beatitude, Metropolitan Antony!
As is mentioned in his biography, during the last years of his life
they often had to move him about in an armchair, from which he preached,
seated. Thus it turns out that I, the unworthy one, came to sit
in the armchair of His Beatitude.
How did this armchair come to be there? I remember that when the
convent moved en masse from Tito’s Yugoslavia to France, the nuns
collected everything they could, almost down to the last teapot.
They were going into the unknown, not knowing what would happen
to them, how they would live. I remember that when they arrived
at the train station in Paris, it took forever to haul all their
ÒpossessionsÓ away. The first thing, of course, was the holy Lesna
Icon the other icons, books, vessels, vestments, etc. Among all
this was the armchair, the throne, of the beloved and respected
Abba.
What advice are you able to give newly ordained priests?
Beautiful advice is to be found in several handbooks of pastoral
theology. Among these works is a book by Prof. Archimandrite Kiprian
(Kern), Orthodox Pastoral Service, which was first published in
Paris, in 1957, but has now been reprinted in Russia. There are
also several excellent works, some published earlier in Russia,
some published in our time.
Not long ago published a work was published by the unforgettable
Archpriest Lev Lebedev, Notes on Pastoral Theology. I know of many
still living pastors who deliver lectures on this subject or address
gatherings. It seems to me that the young candidate for the priesthood
(I do not necessarily have in mind one who is young in years) would
do well to familiarize himself with the theology of pastorship from
many sources.
In all such works, and among other respected authors, much advice
is given to priests just beginning their ministry. I can only suggest
that they take under advisement the, if not cynical, then oversimplified
advice to a young priest. Whose? Not Metropolitan Antony’s--it is
not in his style. It goes something like this: ÒServe, pray, perform
the divine services reverently, and don’t try to be clever!Ó If
one understands the last phrase to be advice not to undertake anything,
not to exalt yourself with humility Òfrom strength to strength,Ó
then, if you please, they are telling us that there should not have
been such a pastor as the righteous St. John of Kronstadt. But it
may contain a warning to the young pastor not to think that he would
become such a ÒFather John of Kronstadt.Ó
That is, don_t try to be clever, don’t think much of yourself, that
you will immediately accomplish such great deeds! Don’t give yourself
over to imaginings about yourself. Your divine services and your
love for the church each person will value, even closing his eyes
to any failures, if you love the church and the services. But if
you exalt yourself, it will end up badly for you! How to warn the
beginning priest against possible mistakes?
To this the ever-memorable Archbishop Anthony of Geneva said more
than once (and I have always tried to hold to his opinion) that,
having received appointment to one or another parish, do not under
any circumstances introduce new practices, even good ones, from
the outset, even if it is necessary to correct some undesirable
custom which took root during the pastorate of the previous priest.
On the contrary, treat your predecessor with respect and admiration--and
this, of course, with sincerity--whether he is an active priest,
in retirement, or departed. If this will be done sincerely, you
will only rise in the estimation of your parishioners. They will
begin to trust you. And when a year or more has passed, you will
be able, carefully, by degrees, to change something for the better.
And try to present this not as something of your own, but as something
worked out, thought up by the parishioners themselves! To follow
the opposite practice--to introduce immediately, from day one, your
own practices (such as to re-hang the icons in a more logical way,
to rearrange the analogia, to begin serving immediately according
to the Typicon, etc.), even good undertakings--this is not the right
path, and the priest will end up complicating his own life, his
future activity, and will upset the parishioners, who had already
become used to the other order which had been in place for years.
But the main thing is, this will make it impossible in the future
to introduce something better than what was there before.
It is unavoidable that the priest/rector will, over the length of
his service, have to say something unpleasant (well-grounded directions
or a remark) to one of his parishioners, be it personally or socially.
One ought not to do this abruptly, to take advantage of the fact
that that person has come for the divine services. Better to make
a special trip to that person’s home, and speak with him in amicable
and leisurely circumstances. And once you have dealt with the main
point, it is good to move on to another topic, to recount something,
to ask about his work, his family, to share your plans for the future
of the parish, and to permit that person to express his own opinion
on this matter. Such a meeting will result in far greater benefit
that some terse and seemingly sharp remark.
Frequently priests have difficulties of a personal nature--too much
work, depression, loss of idealism. What helps a priest escape such
a state? In many of the works dedicated to pastoral theology this
theme is dealt with well; but I think that the most effective means
is if the ordaining bishop early on, in his conversations with the
candidate, will warn him of what may possibly happen to him. He
should be prepared for this! At first, there is usually elation,
ecstasy, an exalted state and, often, zeal incommensurate with his
strength. Later, he inevitably experiences either a decline or disenchantment
because everything is not going as he thought it would. And this
is precisely why there should have been some forethought!
The priest who has been warned will probably not be taken unaware,
but will remember what the bishop warned him about. The awareness
that even well known pastors experienced such difficulties in the
beginning can help a priest overcome his own difficulties. Let us
recall, as an example, Saint Paisius Velichkovsky. In his youth,
in his first monastery, he had every reason to fall into such despondency
and throw everything away! He was a sixteen-year-old youth when
the future Saint Paisius began his monastic life as a novice. A
good abbot received him, treated him kindly, consoled him: the novice
did not shirk from any labor, from even the filthiest work and thankless
tasks. He did not sleep away the nights; amid his heavy labors he
did not forget to pray. He was happy.
But misfortune befell the brotherhood of that monastery--the good
abbot was replaced by another, a prideful, stern man, extremely
demanding and, moreover, unjust. Almost all of the brethren dispersed.
Only a few remained, those who had the most patience. Among them
was Peter Velichkovsky, the future Paisius. But he also had to endure
more and more, and it ended up that things became unbearable for
him too. His patience was exhausted, despondency set it, and he
decided to flee from that monastery. He went to church for the last
time, prayed, asked the Lord to forgive him and his offender. And
he fled with his knapsack on his back. Later, he spent some time
at another monastery in Russia, then at another, and finally he
moved on to Athos, where word quickly spread of the young recluse
whose life was adorned with wondrous struggles.
Thus did the future great elder Paisius grow Òfrom strength to strength,Ó
on a level with his temptations. But now let us imagine that he
gave in to his despondency, that he ÒsurrenderedÓ to the difficulties,
though they were in the final analysis temporary. Had he cast everything
aside, we would never have had a great Elder Paisius, nor his remarkable
contribution to the spiritual treasure of the Church. Thus it is
also with the appearance of the young priest’s first tribulations,
which can, if not cut down, cause serious harm to his further pastoral
work, if he gives place to such despondency after his initial ecstasy
and enthusiasm. And so much that is unfortunate in the parish, which
seems at first to be basic, central, crucial, may, a year later,
or perhaps even less, even be forgotten, not even brought to mind.
Yet the priest on the parish does not have, as did Peter Velichkovsky,
a bad and obstinate abbot. The rÙle of this abbot is brilliantly
taken up by certain parishioners, especially when the parish is
small. Among thousands of parishioners, even two or three are lost
in the mass. But in a small parish, they can occupy an important
place. Remind them about the evil done to the young future elder
by the obstinate abbot, and they will think about assuming that
duty themselves, complicating the life of the priest, which is complicated
enough without them.
On what principles of upbringing do you base your relations with
children and the youth?
I am far from a specialist on this question. I recall a wonderful
report on the upbringing of children made by our Vladyka Anthony
of Geneva: ÒOur SuccessorsÓ [published in Russky Pastyr, #10, 1991--Ed.].
Not long ago, in Russky Pastyr, Fr. Protopriest Vladimir Morin also
dealt with this question, completely exhausting it [# 33-34, 1999].
Yet I still try to hold to the principal of taking every young person,
teenager, even child, seriously. Children and young people often
write to me, and I answer them without delay and in detail. I try
to reply to them in their own tone; I often adorn my letters with
cutouts, or I will simply add to the envelope something I think
might interest them. There must be personal contact (and not just
a formal reply), but one also ought not to write Òfrom the loftiness
of the hierarchal rank.Ó
I reply to all their letters--both the ÒtrivialÓ (I do not consider
the time expended to be needlessly wasted) and also those very serious
letters, in which the youth pose questions which trouble them, asking
them with full confidence. One writes from a distant country that
the Church Abroad’s wary attitude toward the Ukrainian Church bothers
him. It turns out that one of his grandfathers there was a Ukrainian
priest. I had to answer that, strictly speaking, there is no one
Ukrainian Church, nor has there been over the past 50-60 years,
so that it is understandable that a circumspect attitude toward
any such groups is essential. I had to write in a style understandable
to a teenager, for two or three pages.
One 15-year old boy, who is studying at a French Catholic college,
intimated that his friends were teasing him because he had been
Òbaptized in the wrong way.Ó Here I again had to answer in detail
that the question of who is baptized correctly or incorrectly cuts
both ways. As an example I mentioned to him that one of the Roman
pontiffs of the early 13th century, Pope Innocent III, in his work
ÒOn the Sacraments of the Holy AltarÓ (it can be found in Migne’s
famous Patrologia Latina) indicates in detail how one must baptize
and why, and later adds how baptisms ought not to be performed in
an incorrect manner. Thus, this authority for Roman Catholics shows
that at the outset of the 13th century they were being instructed
to perform baptisms in precisely the manner in which we Orthodox
do them to this day! Innocent III also condemns the way baptisms
are performed by Roman Catholics in our time.
The confession of children is very important and requires a careful
approach. I think that each parish priest, when in time he comes
to know his flock better, works out his own method. Beginners, though,
should limit themselves to simple, not so much questions as advice.
What is printed, for example, in Bulgakov’s Desk Reference for the
Clergy, the ÒQuestions for the Confession of the YoungÓ and the
separate ÒQuestions for ChildrenÓ are in no way bad or outdated.
I have never adhered to any precise distinction between those Òolder
or younger than seven years.Ó There have been some who at the age
of six and a half are already able to come to confession; and there
is the one of seven and a half who is still formally a child.
But what I consider should definitely not be done is to try to find
out from teenagers certain intimate aspects of their life or conduct.
Limit yourself, when necessary and if you see that it is possible,
to advice--I have in mind that Òone ought not to do such-and-such
and such-and-such, and here is whyÓ--thus totally without questioning
or interrogating the children.
On another occasion, a teenager, seeing that confession is not a
tribunal of inquisition, and the priest is not a judge-inquisitor,
but a ÒphysicianÓ and friend, will himself say, without fear and
with trust, what is necessary. I know of several instances when
inexperienced priests began, following the Roman Catholic practice,
to extort the least little details, after which such teenagers rarely
came to confession anymore.
In
conclusion, what are your wishes for the readers of Russky Pastyr?
What follows hereafter is not for all readers, but for those who
complain about some of the difficulties in the spiritual life of
today’s Church. Some complain about the liturgical language: ÒWhy
is Batiushka using the local language of the country for the services?Ó
Others, on the contrary, lament: ÒWhy is there not more done in
the local language? Our children, and we ourselves, do not understand
either the readings or the texts chanted in church, or even the
sermon.Ó And some dream of changing to the civil calendar: ÒOur
children can never attend feast-day services. Why make such difficulties
for us?Ó
Now pilgrims from the former U.S.S.R. are beginning to travel on
pilgrimages here, to the Lesna Convent, and the first thing they
recognize here about the Russian Church Abroad, about Sergianism
and the rest, is: ÒO how difficult it is for us! We will have to
return home later; and what will become of us? Why such complications?
Would not this or that be easier?Ó To others the fasts of the Orthodox
Church are burdensome; that weddings cannot be celebrated all the
time is burdensome. And what else is not a burden? In a word, everything
is difficult! What the Apostle Paul warned about thus becomes clear:
ÒAll who will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecutionÓ
(II Tim. 3: 12). They will be persecuted not only with force of
arms and administrative arbitrariness, but by the whole environment
and the conditions of the life of that era in which they live, and
which, at a different time, in various places, have created, are
creating and will create difficulties for the Christian when everything
around him pursues and oppresses the one who wishes to Òlive godly
in Christ Jesus.Ó Not for naught did Christ say that faith in Him
is a Òyoke,Ó as well as a Òburden.Ó
I have listed above some contemporary difficulties of ÒeverydayÓ
following after Christ. Yet even this is not everything. Saint Seraphim
of Sarov spoke of internal difficulties (see his ÒConversation with
MotovilovÓ). This is how difficult it is to be an Orthodox Christian!
And it has always been difficult, both inwardly and outwardly.
For example, both the Jews and the pagans persecuted the apostles.
Later, the governmental authorities persecuted the Christians, and
for generations on end! If you are a believer, be prepared to go
to the Coliseum to be torn apart by wild beasts! Do you want to
come to a common prayer gathering in the catacombs for the ÒBreaking
of the Bread,Ó that is, for the Liturgy? They might arrest you!
Several generations of Christians later lived under the yoke and
occupation of infidels--Saracens and Turks, Arabs, Mongols.
For how many centuries the Church was rocked by heresies and schisms,
and it was always necessary (and the members of the Church did this!)
to determine where the Truth is and where it is not. And again,
it was difficult for believing Orthodox Christians! There are people
who are still alive, who remember the difficulties the faithful
endured under the conditions of the Soviet regime. Yes, it is difficult.
It has always been difficult. Everything is difficult--to believe
is difficult; it is difficult to carry out the commandments, to
keep all the feasts, the fasts.
The entire Faith is difficult: the Gospel is difficult, the commandments
of the Lord are difficult. For some, any burden seems lighter; for
others, the one a person bears has is the heaviest! Yes, all of
this is really both a yoke and a burden! For this reason, when contemporary
Orthodox Christians for some reason consider that for them no difficulties
in fulfilling and confessing the Faith are acceptable, it is strange
to hear this. When the contemporary Orthodox person considers that
he can be such only on condition that this faith of his not Òimpose
uponÓ or ÒinconvenienceÓ him, one may wonder whether such a person
can actually be a believer. When the contemporary Orthodox Christian
refuses to make a certain effort in the province of the Faith, one
may again wonder.
When you hear, for example, that he finds it difficult to observe
all the feasts, or to listen to some ektenia in a language other
than Church Slavonic at the divine services, or to celebrate the
holy day of Pascha Òunlike any other,Ó or, still, to realize that
the problem of Sergianism in Russia has not ended, and much else,
you again wonder: Is this all he finds difficult? Is all the rest
of Christian life then easy? For each of us, everything is probably
difficult! The whole Christian year is difficult; the believer_s
whole life on earth is difficult! Let us remember Fr. Dmitri Dudko
(who in Soviet times was a confessor). He somehow wrote or explained
to those who listened to him that ÒChristianity must not limit itself
in any way; it must become the content of one’s whole life.Ó And
also: ÒIf your Christianity is only something incidental (i.e.,
without difficulties), the sort of Christianity you have will not
be worth much.Ó ÒWhosoever will come after Me,Ó says the Lord, Òlet
him deny himselfÓ (Mk. 8: 34). ÒTo deny oneselfÓ is to reject or
place in second (and not in the main) place one’s own habits, inclinations,
comforts: personal, familial, social habits; as well as inclinations;
the demand for comfort, the desire not to make effort, to sacrifice
one’s own customs for the good of the Church.
Let us remember that to be an Orthodox Christian is difficult in
general, by the term itself, and has been over the course of two
thousand years!
Thank
you, Vladyka!
Russky
Pastyr [The Russian Pastor], #36 (2000)
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