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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Yurodivy

Somebody asked me yesterday what keeps me going through this rather complicated time in my life (which seems to be staying complicated). I was reminded of the Russian folk figure, the yurodivy

I had posted the quote below a while back on my pastor blog. The question of what will keep us going in the church through this rather complicated time is a question that seems to be staying with us.

I hear a lot of fear around me about ministry in uncertain, insecure times. And probably if my circumstances weren't already uncertain and a bit insecure I'd be fighting hard to keep them certain and secure. 

I guess what keeps me going most days is a line from Psalm 139: "If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast." I cling to that, even as I'm moving in directions I never expected. I cling to the certain knowledge that no matter how far I move outside others' expectations (and my own) that even there Gods hands shall lead me and hold me fast. Perhaps this is what the yurodivy knows best.

Here is that quote I posted in November, 2009, shortly after my ordination.

A Twitter friend of mine tweeted this tonight: "If the church is to survive, it must abandon the idea that it is sacred and everything else is profane. It is all sacred."  This reminded me of Iulia de Beausobre, who wrote an essay called “Creative Suffering” If you get a chance to read her story, she is quite an amazing woman.  But here is a little bit of her essay.

(And my deepest gratitude to the yurodivy's of my life, who have walked with me through my most terrible moments and taught me to dance. You know who you are.)

This matter of participation brings us to a figure as popular as he is typical in Russian history and life--to the yurodivy, 'the born fool', so hard to describe to anyone who has not grown up in Russia.

It is perhaps best to begin by pointing out what the yurodivy is not. He is not a monk, though there is much about him that might lead the passer-by to think that he was: his speech, intonation, cant phrases, sometimes his clothes, and always his absolute voluntary poverty lend him a monkish air. He is nobody's son, nobody's brother, nobody's father, and has no home. He is as old as the history of Christian Russia and wanders over the whole of that huge country feeling equally at home everywhere. But he settles down nowhere and is usually to be met on the road. As often as not he has a practised trade, but prefers for the most part to live on the people, and in return for his meal and night's lodging will give them a piece of his mind, seldom mincing his words. Though he has no schooling at all, he is always ready to express, in chant and rhyme, his views upon the world of matter and the world of spirit; on Russia, her friends and her enemies, and on infinity; on the past, present and future, and on eternity. And yet he remains somehow lovable, and he is loved; cherished in fact, because he is a living personification of what most Russians take to be true Russia, and in him every Russian is confronted with something of his own essence.

From a practical point of view, no useful purpose is served by anything that the yurodivy does. He achieves nothing. Yet there must be some strong attraction at work to draw men (and women too), poor creatures most of them, to choose such a rough and comfortless life, manhandled from time to time, pelted by children and set on by dogs. The attraction is found in participation, participation in all the dregs of life. The aim of the yurodivy is to participate in evil through suffering. He makes of this his life's work because, to the Russian, good and evil are, here on earth, inextricably bound together. This is, to us, the great mystery of life on earth. Where evil is at its most intense, there too must be the greatest good. To us this is not even an hypothesis. It is axiomatic.

1 comment:

  1. My life is not so much complicated as I'm realizing, again, how pastors, especially small-church pastors, live with this inherent level of stress. Mine feels high. I'm struggling with how to deal with it, lessen it, accept it, something. This helped. Thanks.

    I have no doubt that the church will survive. The gospel isn't going away. But it will look very different, and the chances for making a career / living out of it are getting smaller, just like the congregations.

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