The Spiritual Discipline of Hospitality Parish Hospitality by Fr. Alexis Vinogradov I am a parish priest in a typical semi-suburban, quasi-rural neighborhood, for which the term neighborhood is somewhat inaccurate. Yes, the houses stand side by side with mailboxes like soldiers in rows along tree-lined streets. But the neighbors move in and out not on foot, waving to and conversing with one another, but in vehicles that disappear behind garage doors, as do their owners behind the facades that shelter so many secret family mysteries. And in this neighborhood of silent houses, other cars, from various other neighborhoods arrive at my church, commuters from many other such neighborhoods as the one I live in. And in this building, in this church, is where the real neighbors gather, for it is here that one face encounters another, one soul acknowledges another, one person’s long and complex personal history meets and joins an equally precious and complex history of another individual. Each one coming into this church has had to deal with thousands of encounters, day after day, in schools, at work, in family – encounters that have blossomed into great friendships while other encounters have led to unmentionable mourning and loss in divorce, in death, or in failed professional life. Isn’t it natural then, that each one considers the next encounter with patience and understandable hesitation: Will this person be kind to me? Will this one understand? What will that one want from me? Is not hospitality then, first and foremost, the deliberate creation of a space of quiet peace? A space that places no immediate demands, but that suggests in its unimposing respect: You are welcome to sit here with us. No “Sunshine Committee” of well-meaning greeters will descend upon you with pamphlets and questions. I think how quick we are at times to saturate visitors with historical timelines of Orthodoxy’s fidelity, dos and don’ts of stewardship and finances, and of course the proverbial prohibitions: who can and who is forbidden to approach the Chalice! Before a newcomer has had time to feel the compelling presence of saints living along the painted walls and those breathing next to them in prayer, he or she may sense: I think I am not wanted here… That initial experience is extremely important precisely because today we confront an entirely new paradigm of the idea of neighborhood and community. And any community, especially the
community of the Church, has two aspects that are ironically, mutually exclusive! The one obviously positive one, is that it thrives on the fact that its membership must be replenished – without which it is simply fated to die. Thus it has to be open and receive. On the other hand – and here is the irony – it has also to remain in some measure closed and distinct, or it ceases to be a specific community. In any given geographic locale in this our fallen world of distortion, confusion, and death, the local Church is meant to be a beacon of Life, transcendence, hope, and the presence and power of God’s Love. That reality is the pure gift of God’s crucified and resurrected Son, but it is a gift that remains closed to every free-willed soul that desires something other than this gift. Hence, the local gathering of Christians must provide the context where there is a mutual discovery – a discovery on the part of the visitor, and a discovery about the visitor by the community. We often bend backwards to make every stranger feel welcome, and we desire not to impose any barrier, but there is an alliance that is to be formed. As much as the stranger becomes more and more welcome, his or her responsibility towards the church community will also increase, for the Body of Christ is whole only in the proper functioning of all her members, and the visitor grows from status of stranger to that of a functioning and much needed member of Christ’s Body, in this specific place. That process and its goal of integration is the ultimate foundation of all healthy hospitality in parish life. A healthy community will be solid enough in its own integrity and conviction that it will give the stranger a wide berth, patience, and time. But in its desire to bring him into the wholeness that it knows and by which it lives it will also slowly begin to make of this visitor a true neighbor. Such a community will afford this and each visitor the dignity of offering him the responsibility of the children of God, the possibility of growing into the full stature of Christ. And in that attitude will come a true transformation, for we will no longer be scattered people “going TO church” but we will become what we are called to be: the people of God called to BE the Church. Continued on page 15
Spring/ Summer 2015
St. Gregory’s eldest member Dan Sopchak (94), greeting Alex Girko (93) with his daughter Matushka Tanya Danilchick. Photo by: Peter Wilkie
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