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Apologetics Paper HBR1:
This speech was delivered at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory in January 1999.
SE ROSSEA VE LUBOV
To Russia With Love
Preface
"Lord God, help us at work and at play, to be ready in season and out of season, for any adventures you bring our way, and to be able to give everyone a good answer, especially to those that ask about the hope within us because of Jesus Christ, our Savior. Amen."
A Russian Lesson:
- Da - Yes
- Nyet - No
- Dobra Otra - Good morning
- Dobra Deen. Good day.
- Se Rosshea ve Lubov. To Russia with Love.
- Bog Este Lubov. God is Love.
History
One thousand years ago, two Greek missionaries from the Byzantine empire brought the Christian faith to Moscow. However, there was not a written alphabet to copy the Bible into the Russian language. These missionaries created the first Cyrillic alphabet for Slavic speakers.. When the prince of the city-state of Moscow was baptized, the entire region adopted the eastern orthodox faith. For the next 900 years, the country expanded and consolidated ... always with the orthodox church at hand. This is similar to the roman church in Europe during the middle ages.
This did not mean religious freedom. As is Europe, Jews were mistreated by the Czars. But the last czar had other problems. The orthodox church was so entwined with the repression of the serfs in the Russian feudal system that the Soviet replacement treated the church as the enemy of the people. However, the former serfs and peasants did not hold that same animosity and clung to their beliefs. In the drive to secularize Soviet society, 500 year old icon paintings were removed from churches, defaced, and used as target practice. Some were used as sidewalks.
Some icon paintings were rescued for the museums as trophy art of the triumph over the backward and repressive beliefs of the czars. Joseph Stalin not only purged the communist party of dissenters and crushed internal resistance by the Cossacks, but he established a systematic destruction of synagogues, churches, Bibles, and pastors. In many ways, Stalin copied the methodology of Adolph Hitler. They were two peas in the same pod.
With all this, the Soviets kept open a few churches for the babushkas, the grandmothers, in order to claim that there was freedom of religion in the Soviet constitution. In the guidebooks of 1980s, it was stated that every religion has facilities of worship in Russia ... and what was left unsaid was that only one building was allowed per religion for millions of people. All the rest were converted into warehouses, stables for horses, or museums.
The Moscow Baptist church dates back to the late 1800's and was a trophy church that Stalin left open. Even today, I saw mostly grandmothers, the babushkas, attending this church. For most of the population, Jewish and Christian faiths had both been effectively erased from the national memory. It was like the 70 years exile of the Jews in Babylon and Assyria. It was about as brutal and equally devastating.
This continued through the darkest hours of the Cold War when Nikita Kruschev proudly proclaimed that he would soon parade the very last Christian in Russia before Soviet TV and place the very last Bible under glass in the national historical museum.
The video is showing photographs and newspaper headlines about Russia with an eye to Christian faith in Russia. Some of the photos are courtesy of my friends Lynn Shaeffer of NAI, Sandra Taylor of the Russia Project, and Melanie Gillespie of Oak Ridge National Lab. Other copyrighted materials come from Wycliffe Bible Translators Museum of the Alphabet and the Chronicle of the 20th Century.
Books in 1972
In 1972, there was a widespread interest by Christians in America about the faithful in Russia. Riding on the coat tails of the Jesus Revolution in the US, a series of books were published about Russian Christians and missionary activity in the underground. These books portrayed for the American public the depth of suffering ordinary Christians faced day by day under the Soviet secret police, which was the dreaded KGB.
Christian pastors were jailed and families were separated. The Soviet education system was similar to Hitler's claim to children. Separate the children from their parents and build a new society without the remnants of religion. They were taught that only the State was supreme and that there was no God. Traditional Christianity and the Bible were scorned. Yet while Soviet leaders died and were replaced, the church continued under the surface of society. The average older citizen secretly respected the Orthodox traditions and rituals. The youth however were launched into the 70's and 80's without those bearings.
Even under enlightened times, all of the churches within the Kremlin were used only by the czar and the head prelate of the church. They are now strictly museums. The one exception is the completely rebuilt Cathedral for all of Russia. It is called the "Church of our Savior Jesus Christ". Stalin had destroyed it with dynamite and put in a public swimming pool. The church has rebuilt the cathedral to match the original building and interior artwork.. As poetic justice, I was told that they used dynamite on the swimming pool as part of the groundbreaking.
I attended a Russian Orthodox service off Red Square until our interpreter had more than she could stand and anxiously tugged me out of the building. Walking into churches and chapels were scarves on for women and hats off for men.
There is this push and pull of public secular life and private longing for rituals that instill respect for the presence of God.
Moscow and Kremlin Orthodox Churches
The Orthodox churches dating at least back to the 14th century were built around tall cylinder silos capped with an onion dome. As a result, these huge buildings have very little floor space. The interior of each silo from bottom to top were painted with saints and angels. Near the top but still in view, would be a painting depicting God the Father, the Son Jesus, and the Dove as the Holy Spirit.
I saw news reports of people of faith protesting pornography sold to their young people by a government publishing agency. They held signs calling the government to a higher moral code.
I recognized some church words in Russian taken were directly from Biblical Greek. Indeed, since half the alphabet are Greek letters, it made reading street signs much easier.
City Sites and ordinary people
Many Moscovites are forced to supplement their food supplies
with summer vegetable gardens and canning for the winter. The city of Moscow spends August almost entirely as a vacation month in order to harvest the gardens at their Dachas in the countryside forests of poplar and ash trees.
Around the dinner tables was always fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions. Along the highways, were dozens of hopeful farmers with long strings of onions for sale.
Signs of modern times are microwave ovens in serviceable frame and plywood cabins that sprout from their gardens. These small plots of land are the life support system for many families. In these photos, see if you can tell the Americans from the Russians.
Stores and Signs
The signs in Moscow stores have a French origin or English words printed in Cyrillic. Sounding out the names were fun. Lynn Shaeffer and I found stores named as Veedeo Center, SooperMarket, Mahgahzine, Sooveeneer, Meenee-Market, and McDonalds. They spoke in a foreign language to appear suave and contemporary ... with English of course.
You will notice the freedom to wear the cross. To most, this is not popular jewelry as it is in the West. To the Russian Orthodox, forbidden to wear Christian symbols for 70 years, such jewelry reflects their deep religious heritage. Many atheists sell religious articles to the tourists but to actually wear a cross is an totally different issue. It marks that person (however superficial it might be) as drawing from ancient faith..
My Trip in November 1997
In 1997, I was asked to consult in Moscow on oracle database designs to track nuclear materials. I went not knowing how I would also be of service to God but knowing somehow, someway this would become a grand adventure for Jesus ... and definitely something more than being a weekend tourist.
One evening after work, a coworker from Oak Ridge and I attended the Russian staging of Jesus Christ Super Star. The Andrew Lloyd Weber rock opera songs were entirely in Russian before an audience of families and teenagers. It had cutting edge revisions placing the KGB, the Russian Mafia, and Communist era leaders in the roles of the enemies of Jesus. Had it been 10 years ago, I would have expected everyone in the theater would have been jailed or worse. This was NOT presented for the tourists and the Russian audience clearly relished the revisions of this popular rock opera. Even the protocol officer for our team could sing all the songs ... in English.
Afterwards in the cloak room to retrieve our winter coats, I spotted a man with a curious lapel pin that I recognized as being United Methodist. I pointed to it and motioned if he could explain. He spoke some English and was a TV anchorman from another city who had left his job to become a seminary student in Moscow. There are no phone books in Russia. The people are very sensitive to strangers knowing their last name much less their phone number. If you don't know, you don't have permission to know.
He gave only his first name and a phone number. I called later and then he gave the first name of the director and phone number. That person, gave me yet a third first name of a student pastor and a phone number. That pastor then gave directions using the superb and safe metro system to the Seminary, described the nondescript three story building, told me to look for a gray door, and to ring a bell. The Cold War may be over, but it may take the next generation to work through the cautions learned during the Communist years.
The Seminary has an evening two-year certificate program for training laity both about the Bible and about Christian ministry. The students meet twice weekly for 3 hours each night to attend classes. After visiting, the student pastor invited me to speak the following week on "The Grace Gift of Teaching". Members of the class included an older woman with a Ph.D. in languages, a few middle-aged men, many women, and a respectable showing of college students. One of their books in this Methodist Seminary was a book by the Presbyterian R.C.Sproul ... in Russian of course.
Even in Russian, I could understand the intent of the class I visited and followed along sufficiently because I knew the basic material. One ice-breaker was asking the students to recite the books of the Bible. Those that tried were applauded. The ordering of the books differs from our English versions.
The Sunday after the class, I was invited to attend the small United Methodist church on the outskirts of Moscow. Vladimir, the man I met at the Theater offered to join us with his young son. We were escorted through the streets to an unmarked building. It was the fourth anniversary as a congregation and they rented a flat from the Communist Youth League for the blind. It was ironic to see Communist posters in a building where the blind are unable to see. Perhaps it was for the benefit of the church. The songs were familiar tunes and I was happy to try to sing the hymns in English from memory.
Afterwards, there was tea, chai. My co-worker and I were peppered with questions about how to be more effective in telling others about Jesus and how our US churches dealt with various issues. One woman said: "Tell all the churches in the United States a big hello."
Hebrew/Russian Bible
After the service, I presented a Hebrew/Russian Bi-lingual New Testament that a friend had given me, to Vladimir as a way to thank him for introducing me to the Seminary. Unexpectantly, he valiantly tried to hold back tears. He said his class next quarter was going to be the Hebrew language and he had been dreaming only the night before about how he might find and buy such a rare book.
[Looking at various pages of book:] Matthew, ...Mark,.... Luke, ....John.... John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life."
My Trip in October 1998
In September, a man in Livermore asked me to contact Nadia, the bookkeeper of Russian Christian Radio and her 15 year old daughter Nina. On first phone contact, I asked to attend their church. They said, 'Oh no, you must want to attend an English speaking church." "No, I would like to attend your church." After several puzzlements, they agreed to meet me at the hotel. In route, they changed their mind again and took me to the Moscow Baptist Church that I mentioned earlier. They apologized that the only seating was upstairs by the choir loft. It was standing room only. I had the best worst seat in the house. The choir was of concert quality and I was perhaps the only one who could see the elegant carved pipe organ tucked out of view .
After a day of touring, Nadia and Nina took me on the Metro across the city to the offices and studios of Russian Christian Radio. It was an unmarked one story white building sharing space with a few other Christian ministries. It became clear how Nina has enhanced her English skills. She translates the e-mail and faxes that come in from Americans for her mother. Together they help stuff booklets and bibles into envelopes to be mailed to people who asked for literature offered on the radio broadcasts. Last year, their book room sent out 15,000 packets or Bibles and bible materials through the Russian mails.
Instead of asking for books to be shipped to them, she pointed along the wall of stacks of brown parcels fresh from the printers and asked how many I could use. I have brought two books describing the faith stories of famous people that the Russians respect from history.
I never did get to their own church which I later learned had a Korean pastor leading a Russian language congregation who was encouraging them to learn about the Jewish roots of Christian faith ... in Moscow of all places.
I was impressed that they followed up on this Korean's advice, had located some Jewish friends, had attended several Shabbat candle-lighting in their homes, and had learned to even dance the hora, a high spirited Jewish circle dance. Since I am learning Hebrew, I taught them a line from the common Shabbat prayers using phonetic Russian letters to help them out. So in the middle of the Polytechnic Museum, an American and two Russians were reading a blessing in Hebrew out loud for all the world to hear, saying: Baruch atah, adonai elohenu, melach ha olam - Blessed art Thou, O Lord our God, King of the Universe.
Surprised at my vocabulary, they told me this Russian joke:
"What do you call a person who knows many languages? "....A Polyglot."
"What do you call a person you knows two languages?" "....Bilingual"
"What do you call a person who knows one language?" "....An American".
Mandylion Icon
There is an icon of Jesus seen often in Russia. In church history, I probably mispronounce it as the mandylion. It matches the face on the shroud of Turin and some think that in the early days, the shroud was displayed folded up in a frame with only the face showing. You cannot avoid seeing this face in Moscow. Even the czars army painted the icon of Jesus on their banner..
Nina shared her experience telling her friends at school about Jesus and church. She said that her friends wonder what a church is and why someone would attend. Instead of cynics as in an American high school, the students there are genuinely puzzled about what Nina is talking about. It sounds so unusual to them.
To probe her own depth of Biblical knowledge, I asked her to explain in English what some of the Biblical paintings found in the Tretyakov art gallery. She did very well crossing a language barrier to explain the biblical story in the paintings. I asked her how it was that she was a Christian. She explained that it was a family tradition going back to her grandfather. The Christian faith was highly regarded for three generations when it was not safe to be a Christian in Soviet Russia.
Nina, at 15 years old, has already had English classes for 6 years. She acted as an interpreter nearly an entire day. At the end, her poor head was aching at this overload, she said in tired exasperated voice to her mother "Oh mama! I'm even thinking in English!"
Sergiev Posad Orthodox Monastery
I took photos of several bell towers. On my last weekend in Moscow this winter, our Laboratory team took an hour and half trip north to Sergiev Posad, a working Russian Orthodox monastery. This preserve was part of a circle of protective forts surrounding Moscow used by the czars. Each new czar added a chapel or cathedral as the centuries passed. The priests that work there have kept the traditions alive in their families for generations. This is an open museum to the public but it is also a place of serious ritual, study, and at points given over to mysticism. Every icon and action carried meaning. Things were done in threes. People crossed themselves hundreds of times. I know, because I took part and felt unable to keep up.
In a catacomb, I happened upon a small service of 15 people standing waiting for a priest to bless water collected in liter bottles from the fountain outside. The service started with a censor flinging incense smoke into the group and around all the small alcove lit only by candles. .It was obvious I was a novice. One elderly babushka approached me. I thought she was trying to beg and showed nothing to offer. In frustration, she pointed to my hands and made a motion to take off my gloves. I had been crossing myself with my gloves on! Sensing my good intentions, she proceeded to direct my hands in the correct right to left shoulder crossing. Once I understood these two issues of protocol, I was accepted and she went back to her station with a broad smile that creased her weathered face. She had communicated the sanctity of this ritual without a word.
The priest proceeded to dip a flat brass cross into three plastic buckets of water while holding the arms and dipping three times. He held out the wet cross to any who wanted to kiss it. All crowded around and he extended the cross into the group to those who showed an interest. I did not step forward but I am sure he would have included me. Then came a time of sprinkling with water which I deduced was from Ezekiel chapter 36 and Hebrews chapter 10 asking us to let God sprinkle our hearts clean from sin.
This priest was not for sparing the water. His brush held enough to fling a good 20 feet with dead-on accuracy. I showed an prayerful interest and was duly met with a thick spray of water. Icons, candles, furniture, people, ceilings, walls, everything was deliberately sprinkled to the ancient and beautiful chant sung in two part harmony. For all the profusion of water, only one candle was extinguished. It reminded me of the ancient temple in Jerusalem where the priest would sprinkle everything with the blood of the sacrificial lamb to make even the furniture set apart, for a holy purpose.
Russia Easter Eggs
In 1997, my Russian nuclear hosts gave me a book of Russian Easter Eggs, many with inscriptions of the first letters for the Russian words of 'Christ is Risen!' It turns out that, unlike American baskets of colored eggs and rabbits, the Russian concept was a single hand-made egg presented from one family to another as a deep sign of orthodox faith and friendship. To receive a Russian Egg on Easter was a gift of the highest honor.
Instead of crucifixes common in our traditions, scenes portrayed Jesus as the victor over death. The resurrection was proof of his claim as Messiah. Even the Russian name 'Anastasia', made famous by a movie by the that name means 'Resurrection'. It is from a Greek word which means to get up from a static position - Ana (against) Stasis (static) - Anastasia is the message of these eggs. It is no small wonder that the Soviets did everything in their power to destroy these faith-affirming eggs.
It was an illegal act to make one, much less display one.. Only eggs displaying rural non-religious scenes were tolerated ... and then barely. The rooster is used as a safe rural picture. However, persecuted Christians also used it as a symbol reminding them to not be like Peter denying our Savior, especially when identification could mean loss of a job, loss of children, and prison time in the labor camps. Some eggs with roosters survived those years to give testimony that in the darkest hours, Christians reminded one another not to give up hope in Jesus. Once Communism fell, the art of making eggs with Christian symbols was revived and most of the eggs shown were made in the last five years..
Rev.1/28/99 - Copyright(c)1999-2001, Harry Briley.
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