I'm reading a book I've had for a while; in fact, I had
forgotten I had it until I saw it featured on a blog called City Desert (where many
interesting things about hermits are posted!). The book is Blessed Athanasia and The Desert Ideal.
It’s actually two books, and The Desert
Ideal is the first section. I was not sure whether I had read any of it
before, even though I’ve had it for some time (ah, that is the way I am with
books! I buy them, and then they remain unopened because I get distracted by a
different book!). I think I may have
read the part about Blessed Athanasia before.
But now I'm reading the first part, The Desert Ideal, and finding it particularly meaningful. The other
night I was reading a section that made me see the utter necessity of hermits.
The author, using quotes from Russian Orthodox saints (it’s
a Russian Orthodox book and author) and his own commentary points out that the “desert
ideal” is not really about going out to the desert to pray for others, although that is certainly a part of it; it’s
about going to the desert to purify oneself of one’s own sins, to reach ever
upwards toward God, to strive to unite with the spirit of God and eschew the
spirit of man. The author says, “The great desert saints fled to the wilderness
to repent over their sins, not to do the world a favor.” I like that quote.
Being alone – truly alone – makes one realize one’s
vulnerability and weakness, and the hermit comes to realize his utter dependence
on the Almighty. “There are no neighbors
there, no policemen or doctors, no security. If he falls ill or is injured,
there is no one to help him. The monk must throw himself unreservedly on God’s
care, not in a spirit of testing or pride…but with profound self-distrust, and
surrender to God’s will.” That is not any easy task!
When an individual grows in holiness and becomes closer to
God, the whole Body of Christ benefits, even if we can’t see a tangible good. I
think of it as the hermit being like the fingertips of a hand reaching out for
God; the closer those fingertips come to God, the closer the Body is to
grasping His truth. I was thinking about this, too, in the sense of a rock
climber (a pastime in which I have never engaged, and have no desire to!). The rock
climber has to find little ledges and clefts in the rock, and I imagine he has
to have strong fingers and toes to grasp at these handholds and footholds, and
support the rest of his body as he climbs. The hermit is like those fingers and
toes clinging to the chinks in the vast face of God, ever seeking the next
niche in which to extend his hand and climb higher.
So, we need hermits. They are raising up the Body of Christ
to the Mind of God.
In the book, the author talks about the fact that in modern
times, people discount the notion of the “old school” hermits who actually
lived in isolation in a real desert (or forest, in the case of Russian
hermits). They say the vocation is
irrelevant, or that it is impossible to live that way nowadays. He discounts
this idea, however. And to my mind, the eremitic vocation is perhaps even more
necessary now. No wonder Satan wants to eradicate it, and cover it up in
various ways! No wonder one hermit of my acquaintance has been told by
his bishop not to wear his monastic habit in public, but to be seen in “everyday”
circumstances only in standard clerical blacks and collar! If we saw
hermits coming into town occasionally to procure necessities of life – if they
were clearly identifiable by their monastic garb – we might have an upsurge in
monastic vocations. Satan would not like that, would he?
So, even though I am not consecrated, and may never be, I
think I still must continue to live out the eremitic vocation as best I can,
juggling it with my lay vocation. Someday, I hope I can live in greater
isolation, but right now I am content to continue the juxtaposition of one
vocation against the other. Perhaps it is not the “desert ideal”, but it is the
“ideal” that God has for me right now.\
Lord Jesus Christ, have
mercy on me.
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