From our friend Rod Dreher’s blog:
Today is the Sunday of the Cross for Orthodox Christians, the Sunday of Lent in which we are supposed to consider the full gravity of what it meant when Jesus said, “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it.” At liturgy today, Father did not give a sermon, which I thought odd. After communion, though, he introduced a guest homilist:Nathan Hoppe, an Orthodox missionary to Albania. I instantly recognized his name, because Frederica Mathewes-Green had asked us five or six years ago to pray for Nathan’s wife Lynette, who was dying of cancer. Her suffering and death had been saintly, as I recalled from memory (her former pastor in Chicago, Father Pat Reardon, writes of attending her in Albania as she died in 2006).
Nathan stood before the congregation and said that “taking up the cross” does not mean bearing daily indignities and sufferings with a sweet and serene spirit. It means embracing one’s death, because the cross is an instrument of execution. Nathan did not mention his late wife in his homily, but everyone there knew what this man had lived through, and they knew where his words came from. Of course I was thinking about my sister Ruthie, and her struggle with cancer; I always am. Earlier that morning, as I approached the communion chalice, I prayed once again to Christ to show mercy on her and to heal her. I felt in my heart the words, “I am.” I have been trying to reconcile myself to the truth that whatever Ruthie is suffering now, and whatever she has to suffer, is allowed by God for his greater glory, and for her spiritual healing. But it’s hard. She’s now lost all her hair from the chemotherapy — but my mother said on the phone today that she and Daddy were surprised by how beautiful Ruthie’s face is; Ruthie has always had such thick, lustrous hair that they hadn’t noticed the beauty of the bones in her face.
Anyway, as we listened to Nathan speak, Julie whispered in my ear, “Rod, this is not a coincidence that he’s here today.”
I was able to speak with Nathan briefly after services, and I told him about Ruthie
. He said to me, “You know, when Lynette was first diagnosed, we were all praying so hard for her healing. It seemed like the more we prayed, the sicker she got. It made no sense. Then it finally became clear that He was healing her — just not in the way we wanted, or expected.”
Read the whole thing here.
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