Christ is Risen!

We finally made it to Pascha!! This entire past week and weekend have been filled with services, only 2 of which I was able to attend due to work. Jesse, however, was able to attend a few more, which was good (he filled me in on some stuff!).

Friday we “buried” Christ by decorating a beautiful funeral pier with flowers and making a procession around church. We didn’t go for anything fancy, for at that point, we could even do with some affordable funeral packages. Friday night we had a “Saturday morning” matins (time is supposed to be all skewed up because of Christ’s death) wherein we morned Christ’s death by doing a candelight vigil/procession. The words and songs for this service are great because they manage to point everyone forward to his resurrection by reading the OT and NT prophecies while still acknowledging the full weight of the fact that God died.

Then, Saturday morning the baptisms started at 7:45 am with services going on all day long. Jesse was able to go to a few and then come home, wherein we both went to the 11:30 pm vigil/divine liturgy. It was great- 4 whole hours of standing until 4am!!! Okay, that was the very uncool/tiring part. The neat part was that we did more mourning with the entire church in complete darkness. Then we lit candles and walked around the church 3 times. When we re-entered the church, the funeral pyre had been put away and instead everyone was loudly singing the jubilant Resurrection hymns in at least 10 different languages!

The church was completely packed (around 500 people), seeing as the “once a year” ethnic Orthodox also managed to attend for at least the procession around the church. By the time the liturgy started at 1am however, it was just St. Seraphim’s few hundred faithful that were left standing. In the back narthax (the foyer) all the children were already asleep in their sleeping bags, only to be awoken by their parents at around 3:30am to take the Eucharist. The rest of us just kept awake by singing loudly:)

Afterwards, our bountiful Pascha baskets were sprinkled with Holy Water and blessed by Archbishop Dmitri. We dove in to all the meats and cheeses and icecream, while still managing to make and drink mixed drinks. One particularly popular vodka was “EFFEN” which is loved mainly for the chuckle-inspiring name. Ex: “Hey, would you like some effen Vodka?” You get the idea.

Today was the Agape Service where they read the gospels out loud in as many languages as they can find. We were unable to make it, seeing as we went to bed at around 6am, but Heather (who had to go since Josh was reading in Hindi) said that it was, again, mostly ethnic once-a- year Orthodox who came to get their Pascha baskets blessed. Archbishop Dmitri gave a gentle message encouraging them to come back regularly, but it seems that there will always be those who only attend Church for it’s “lucky charms”.

Tonight, Jesse and I joined Heather and Josh for some bountiful burger eating at Chili’s. All this meat….maybe THAT’S why my tummy hurts!

Until next time…

Christ is Risen from the dead, trampling down death by death and upon those in the tombs bestowing life!

Christos Anesti ek nekron, thanato thanatan patisas, ke tis en tis minismasin soin xarisamenos!

Hrestoss vosskrese ez mertvih, smerteeyou smert po prav, Ee suschem vo grobeh zhivot darovav!

Soy n’ Mac

On my way home from work today I stopped by Kroger to grab more tofu/soy food. Kroger is great because they have taken all the hunting and guesswork out of it- there is an entire section, complete with 6 mini-aisles and a wall of freezers completely set-apart for organic and vegan foods.

While I was there pulling “soy n mac” out of the freezer, there was a guy next to me who seemed completely confused. I asked if I was in the way and he said no, but added, “Geez, is this ALL they have here in the way of icrecream?? What a horrible selection!” I responded, “No, this isn’t it, this is just the soy icecream. You’re in the organic section.” He scurried away, relieved.

Cheezy enough, this whole thing got me thinking about Lent and it’s purpose. Last year, I heard lots of Orthodox Christians about how they felt “guilty” for eating all of these soy substitutes. The New Testament church didn’t have them when they fasted, and so why should we? Is it REALLY a sacrifice if we’re eating substitutes? It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when a visiting priest to St. Seraphim gave a homily about the PURPOSE of Lent that I realized what a misconception the West has about it.

Many Christians today look at Lent as a type of “punishment”. We should pick something that we rely on and then simply deprive ourselves of it in an effort to remind ourselves to pray every time we miss it. I have known people to pick things to “fast” from like coffee, chocolate, caffeine, even Myspace! This is no coincidence, as the Catholic church were the first to see Lent as a time of deprivation- a time to identify with Christ and suffer as he suffered.

If this was the Orthodox view of fasting, then I would be wrong to be buying all of my not-as-good substitutes at Kroger today. But this priest was able to put into words the message behind an Orthodox Christian’s view of Lent. The first is that instead of seeing it as deprivation or punishing ourselves, the Orthodox Church sees Lent as a time of setting ourselves apart, a time of beating it into our thick skulls that we are “not of this world”. Every time we have to ask for weird food at Taco Bell, every time we have to pick a restaurant that serves at least one or two vegan items, every time that we have to turn down pizza or burgers being offered to us for free by random strangers(it happens to us, and only in Lent! Go figure), we are reminded that we shouldn’t live like those here because we- well,- DON’T live here! We are just visiting.

This falls right in line with why the other vegans I know make the dietary changes that they do. They want to be different, either for a cause or because they are sick of the obesity rate in the US. They want a daily reminder of their decision to be different, and they want to convince others to join them.

Funny enough, this philosophy conjures up bad and scary memories of my old church and how legalistic it became before the big split. When I hear “setting ourselves apart” or “not of this world”, I immediately think of shapeless ankle-length skirts and long uncut hair. I think of all the women who told me that I was going to hell because my parents were no longer homeschooling me. I think of the time I was condemned for being one of the girls with pierced ears, or how my mom was judged on the basis that she had ONLY FOUR children.

I know now that their primary purpose in doing these odd things was so that the WORLD would know that they’re different. They wanted people to stop in the grocery store and think, “Woa! Those Christians aren’t like all those other slutty girls who want a career someday!” In other words, they purposefully tried to stick out like sore thumbs. At best, it was part of their plan to evangelize. At worst, it was an effort to convict others only in order to promote themselves.

The Orthodox Church’s mandate to set one’s self apart is nothing like this, simply because it’s not about other people noticing. The only one that should be saying, “Woa!” should be the one fasting, NOT those around you. In other word, it’s not so that others will stare at you in the grocery store- it’s so that you will stare at yourself and the selfish thoughts and sins going on inside of you when while passing by the “REAL ICECREAM” aisle.

Setting ourselves apart will require deprivation, but always in an effort to set ourselves apart and reveal our own sins, not those of others. This is the second reason that the Orthodox Church views fasting the way it does. Whenever we remind ourselves that we are set apart, surprisingly enough, our hearts rebel. We like being part of the world, and so when things are taken away to make us different, our inner child throws a tantrum. This kind of fasting is like pulling a mask off of all our inner selfishness. Priests tell parishioners to watch out for all sorts of selfish thoughts and feelings to surface the moment one starts fasting. When these things surface, we are confronted with our sin and are able to begin the process of eradicating it. The more encumbering sin we eradicate, the easier it is to focus on Christ. The more we focus on Christ, the more Christ-like we become.

And there it is- you have to set yourself apart in order to be handed the first real opportunity to re-pattern your identity after Christ. This is why Orthodox Christians don’t reserve fasting for just Lent- we fast 2 days a week the entire year, not to mention the Advent, Apostles’ and Dormition Fast. We want to always be reminded that not even our decisions about our food are our own. When control is taken away, we get to the REAL root of what drives us and discover what really causes us to make the decisions that we do.

So the next time I’m at Kroger and I’m only able to shop in my tiny corner of the store, it’s not necessary that I feel deprived in order to keep with the spirit of Lent. All I need is to be reminded that I’m different. And get ready for the chain reaction becoming Christ-like requires.

Beautiful Texas

So, it’s quite beautiful here in the springtime. Today it was 60 degrees and sunny with a slight breeze, so Jesse and I decided to take a walk on University of Dallas’ campus. It’s hard to believe that this small university, with it’s outdated and semi-ugly buildings holds 225 acres of wooded hills and walking paths. If you don’t believe me, take a look!

Here you can see one of UD’s outlying workshop buildings, along with Las Colinas (our northern section of Irving) in the distance.


It was pretty windy……

The other reason we went was because I had convinced Jesse that in order to successfully write his paper tonight, he needed to play a little catch first:) We brought both a baseball and a softball, becuase Jesse realizes that the next league he’ll probably play in will be a Men’s Softball League- it kinda took all the fun out of it once I mentioned this fact!


Jesse’s cool. I’m tough.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

For teachers, springtime means a variety of things. Finals, bad grades to students (well, only at “Flexing Poplars”…), and, for music teachers: recitals and musicals.

I, for one, already knew about recitals. I have already given 3 for my students back in LA, and they were all fairly successful. The first was small, seeing as I only had two students, and was held in one of their living rooms. The second was in the same living room, but the number had increased to six students. Last spring was my third with 15 students. Since I had been giving 80% of my lessons at Plymouth Christian Elementary, they let us use their church auditorium for the recital.

Looking at the growth rate of about 50% added students per year, the stats say that I should be looking at a recital for around 30 kids.

But for this year…let’s just say, that my FIRST recital will have 25. The second (on the same day, at a later time) will have 42. And this was only after passing off about 30 of my students to another teacher a month ago. Not exactly what I had in mind!

Finding over 60 recital pieces for beginning piano students is, to say the least TOUGH as nails. What this usually means is that I end up writing myself from scratch on pieces of music paper. The older kids got to actually “pick” their song, but for most of the younger ones I chose tunes that were easily recognizable, like Winnie the Pooh and Beauty and the Beast songs. I can’t TELL you how many requests I had for High School Musical and Hannah Montana songs, but I absolutely refuse to support that. For the very youngest-just-started students, I simply rewrote a song from their lesson book and let them rename it something personal- things like, “Adam’s Power Rangers”, ” “Snow Lollipops”, or “Riding in the Car with My Mom”.

But the biggest challenge, so far, has been the mini-musical I am supposed to put on for my Montessori preschool. My boss chose, “How Does Your Garden Grow”, a small 5 song production about planting good seeds in your life and weeding out the “bad things”. All in all, cute as ever, but there are certain songs….well…they’re hard to get through without laughing. I don’t know if I just have a dirty mind, but….well judge for yourself!

The third song is just for the “weeds” to sing. I divided up the girls and boys for some of these songs. The girls get to sing a waltz-like song called, “We Are the Loveliest Flowers” and the boys get to rap “We’re the Weeds”. Innocent seeming, until the boys start talking about “choking” the flowers and telling them to “beware”. Deflowering, anyone? Oh, and let’s not forget the part where they chant, “WEEDS RULE!” which quite often sounds like “WEED RULES!!” What am I teaching these kids?? Am I supplying “Flexing Poplars” with future drug dependent high schoolers?

The fourth song starts with the line: “Everybody grab a hoe”. Of course, they are referring to the “garden hoedown” they are about to have. But I’ll let you do the math on that one.

Just so you can see that I’m not making this up, here’s a clip I found of another school performing this “WEED RULES” song. Keep in mind that they are all a lot older than the 2-5 year old range I have to work with!! Agh.

We’re performing in 4 more weeks- hang on!