Saturday, October 2, 2021

The darkness of our time.
Saint Sophrony the Athonite.

  

The Old Rectory

 3rd December 1966

 

 

Saint Sophrony the Athonite.

My beloved and dear Maria,

May strength from on High be sent down upon you, and may it remain with you unceasingly all the days of your life here, and even more beyond the limits of this life.

 The 3rd December is a very memorable date for me. I remember with what joy I met you here. And here we are, al­ready three years have passed since then. In my old age, I lose track of time in the way I perceive things. It often happened to me that a place I have just left seemed already fearfully dis­tant, and a few hours became a thick wall between me and what I saw not long before. On other occasions, on the con­trary, you don't know whether it was yesterday or years ago. So my memory of you is still fresh, despite the three years that have gone by. May the Lord bless you.

In your letter of 11 th November I stopped especially on the words: 'Perhaps this is because I was suffering in my soul over her fate in eternity? The thought that anyone of us should perish is unbearable to me. It's dreadful to think of it. These words reminded me of Staretz Silouan, for whom it was unbearably dreadful to think that anyone would be separated from the glory of the vision of Christ's Divine Love, separated from communion with Him in eternity. In a word, if I under­stand your words 'anyone of us' not within the limits of our family, but in the dimension of all humanity, of all epochs and nations, of all the past and all the future, then what you write about is truly like Christ, the true Man, the Son of God. And my prayer for you is that this 'us' be all-embracing and truly universal. Then you too will repeat the Staretz's words, when he says that someone who has known this state will no more set out to seek for other forms of knowledge, because he has passed from death into life eternal.

Yes, Maria, and I also pray that the Holy Spirit will never cease to strengthen your faith, to deepen your love for Christ, in Whom is the main foundation of all the life of our world. The foolish sages of our age, who consider themselves 'learned', and claim that they know everything - by virtue of which omniscience, a time of bliss for people on earth is sup­posedly coming - in fact 'love darkness rather than light' . Not to see our limitation, our self-condemnation to mortal punishment; like animals, not to be aware that man is not con­fined within the limits of temporal earthly life, not confined to the dimension of what can be seen, or known through our senses; not to be conscious of our impending departure for the eternity which is marvellously revealed to us through Christ - this is in essence profound darkness of ignorance about what man is. In this connexion our epoch is so 'back­ward", regressing into the millennia of paganism and cults of the flesh and the passions, that one's soul begins to be terri­fied. Seeing this infernal darkness in people, the Staretz prayed for decades for them, in an unrestrained surge of love for humanity. When Divine Love touches the soul, she con­templates with inexpressible trembling the holiness of Christ Who is God, and burns with the desire to see all men in the light of this Love. And it is fearful to think that this union with God may at any time be cut off, and because of this fear for herself the soul fears for others as well. From earthly experi­ence the soul knows her limits, and thus in sacred awe, when eternity is opened up to her with such power, the soul grows faint from the immeasurability of God, from a certain wonder beyond any expressing, and from the impossibility of believ­ing that this is actually real. It's like the Apostles on the Mount of Olives: 'And they worshipped Him, but some doubted'. To doubt in such moments is normal for a poor weak man. That is why those who believe in Christ must have within them the strength of holy 'foolishness', without which we cannot have the resolve we need to cross the abyss separating us from eternity.

 

 

 

 

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Letters to his family. Archimandrite Sophrony Sakharov. Essex 2015.