My second post is dedicated to another great inspiration,
Everyday Saints by Archimandrite Tikhon.
First, let me explain that some years ago, my husband and I started reading books to one another in the evening. It began long before our marriage - and conversion - as a cheap way to spend time together and to give us something to talk about. I highly recommend it. We don't do it nearly as often as we should.
We'd let the tradition die for some time, but for dormition fast last year I asked my husband if he would be interested in hearing me read a book that I had greatly enjoyed, and was well-suited to storytelling. He agreed.
The book, of course, was Everyday Saints, and I found that I enjoyed sharing it even more than I had enjoyed reading it.
First of all, Father TIkhon is a fantastic storyteller and a devoted monk, and he shares not only his own stories but those of his friends, acquaintences, and Orthodox tradition as a whole with a singular love and cheer. Since he writes primarily about his fellow monks under Soviet rule, this love and cheer is sometimes necessary to make the stories palatable. It is a very Russian book. At times, I couldn't keep reading aloud because I was laughing too hard. At times, I struggled to speak through very real tears. It's a beautiful collection of stories written in an easy and compelling style.
But what's most important about the book is not the book itself, nor the experience of reading it - it is the experience of having read it. To say it is inspiring is an understatement. Since I'm not given to hyperbole I won't say that it has completely changed my life, but it has certainly had an impact for the better. I try to imitate good Father Tikhon in my own way, now. I'm married, and I don't think I was ever meant to be a nun, anyway, but it's made me want to spend time in a monastic community. It's caused me to take things in stride, to be more cheerful, more loving, and more humble; to trust more in faith and feel less self-conscious about my religion and religious experiences.
Fundamentally, if Father Tikhon and so many others can not only endure but thrive, grow in their faith, and help others, all under the Soviet Union, then what excuse do I have for not doing the same? It's a book I intend to read again and again, because I want to be reminded of what is truly beautiful in this world of ours, and what is best in myself. It's not a book that makes me feel guilty for not being better or doing more, but rather brings me to focus on what is best in my life and my self.
I think that's an important part of Lent, the great school of repentance. It's not only about asceticism and confession and atonement - though those are certainly important aspects. It's also about the positive changes we can make for ourselves and those around us. Lent is beautiful sadness. Lent is what comes before the resurrection, our salvation. Lent is about becoming a better Christian to meet our Savior on Easter; it is a time we set aside to improve ourselves before crying with joy and conviction that Christ is risen. It is the vigil before the most glorious dawn. So as I go through this year's Lenten journey, I will keep in my heart the humble and indomitable striving of Archimandrite Tikhon, and I will try to do the same.
With love,
Magdalene