It is ironic and even a bit awkward for anyone to "say" something about icon and prayer. Ironic because icons are themselves SILENT WITNESSES; They are QUIET PROCLAIMERS of the Gospel. Praying before icons is likewise standing quietly before the glorified faces of those who had been transformed by the light of the Risen Savior.
Praying before icons begins with the quieting of the self; the ordering of the external and internal chaos (disciplining and de-cluttering) that one brings with him, and proceeding in peace in the inward pilgrimage of being transported , through humble contemplation, from the various faces of the Holy Servants of God, the biblical and historical portrayals of salvific and miraculous episodes on the different types of icons, to the worship of the blessed countenance of the Incarnate Logos, Jesus Christ, THE DIVINE ICON OF GOD Himself.
To speak of Icons is to speak of dynamics, of energies, of movements and processes. Icons, though made entirely from natural materials (clay, pigments, linen, oil, metals, wood, etc.), are never inanimate. They pulsate with life and light. They engage those who contemplate them into a holy and privileged dialogue. Icons are windows through which we are given a glimpse of the glory that awaits us in our heavenly homeland.
Icons are silent invitations echoing to us the call of the Lord: "Come and see...(John 1:39)"
They are silent testimonies of those who have gone before us, those who emerged victorious from their earthly pilgrimage and are now encouraging us, guiding and protecting us, keeping us from harm's way, instructing us in the ways of holiness, and even cheering us on in our every little triumph over sin and evil on earth until we ourselves attain our celestial destination.
The Icon is a "locus" of transformation and re-creation. It is the mirror against which we are appraised of the state of our spiritual disposition, in order that we may become aware and conscious of where we are in our journey, and our constant need for the mercy and forgiveness of the Lord, as well as to be reconciled with our fellow pilgrims and strugglers; fellow beggars before the mercy-seat of the Almighty.
Icons are "real" and "living" presences of the Savior manifested to us through the many glorified members of His One, Holy and Glorified Body, the Church, of which he himself is the head.
In icons we are being introduced, initiated, instructed, guided, to become what God intends us to be; And to unlearn and be detached from the accumulated lies and "false icons" of ourselves that has encrusted our beings through the noise and darkness of sin.
Icons properly and reverently approached can be agents of our continuous REBIRTH in the life of grace. They can be oases of spiritual refreshment and sanctuary of healing and peace.
a trash-bag of thoughts and things that swim in the mind of a wandering fool-for-Christ, a.k.a. taong-grasa-para-kay-Kristo wannabe... "If indeed aspiring to be free and happy and deliberately poor, simple, unfit for career advancement, and just a mere human being who is fully aware of his being so is really a case for the asylum, then please count me in! This is what being a fool-for-Christ truly means! I would willingly forgo a leg and an arm to even get anywhere near being one!"
Monday, July 1, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Upcoming: Stabat Mater
Currently writing an Icon of the Sorrowful Theotokos in contemplation at the foot of the Cross...
(Acrylic on gessoed and canvas-wrapped oval panel, Russian gold leaf and an antique, wooden back rest gilded and re-purposed as a framing device.)
(Acrylic on gessoed and canvas-wrapped oval panel, Russian gold leaf and an antique, wooden back rest gilded and re-purposed as a framing device.)
Quiet Projects for Christian Unity IV: "I Choose to Choose"
Someone must begin.
Something must be done.
Things must get started.
Words are insufficient.
Thoughts are fleeting.
I am just one person.
But I could decide where I would like to go.
I could decide what I would like to do.
I CAN MAKE A CHOICE!
And I choose UNITY.
I choose RECONCILIATION.
I choose FORGIVENESS.
I choose to forgive and to ask for forgiveness.
I choose UNDERSTANDING.
I choose RESPECT.
I choose ACCEPTANCE.
I choose CHARITY.
I choose HUMILITY.
I choose SIMPLICITY.
I choose TOLERANCE.
I choose FREEDOM.
I choose PEACE.
I choose to enter life experiences.
I choose to discover the many good things I share with others, and enrich them and be enriched by them.
I choose not to magnify and exaggerate that which makes us different from one another.
I choose to enter their faith expressions as I invite them to share mine.
I choose to build rather than destroy.
I choose to bridge rather than rip apart.
I choose what Jesus chose for me and you.
I choose to pray what Jesus prayed for us.
I CHOOSE TO CHOOSE,
and I choose UNITY.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Ut Unum Sint: Quiet Projects for Christian Unity III
AN ARMENIAN JONAH
(copied from a 16th century Armenian illuminated hymnal)
Reluctant Jonah (redux)
Because I’m pregnant
With fire my guts ablaze;
Molten metals red and glowing
Billowing outburst
Exploding deep within;
Awakening,
Emerging,
The flight of dawn awaiting.
Of street signs
And girth and heights and lengths,
Of varying hues and portals
I was fed;
Until my mug of morning woes
Was filled to overflowing
Much more than what I ever need
As fuel for a day’s travail.
Some do know me, another few
Who love I guess;
And less than a handful, hardcore loonies
Would dare with me transgress,
The stiff and mortared walls of niceties,
To swim, and fly, rappel;
To laugh out loud and faint,
To cry before I’m dead.
And thus not with a small amount
Of excruciating pangs I wait;
My stupor state
A bait
For some monster fish to open up
and swallow me anew,
To germinate deep
Within its fishy bowels
As it transports me
Back to the Nineveh I once despised.
And when the whole enterprise
of regurgitation's done
I would,
I must,
On its sandy beach
Give birth.
(copied from a 16th century Armenian illuminated hymnal)
Reluctant Jonah (redux)
Because I’m pregnant
With fire my guts ablaze;
Molten metals red and glowing
Billowing outburst
Exploding deep within;
Awakening,
Emerging,
The flight of dawn awaiting.
Of street signs
And girth and heights and lengths,
Of varying hues and portals
I was fed;
Until my mug of morning woes
Was filled to overflowing
Much more than what I ever need
As fuel for a day’s travail.
Some do know me, another few
Who love I guess;
And less than a handful, hardcore loonies
Would dare with me transgress,
The stiff and mortared walls of niceties,
To swim, and fly, rappel;
To laugh out loud and faint,
To cry before I’m dead.
And thus not with a small amount
Of excruciating pangs I wait;
My stupor state
A bait
For some monster fish to open up
and swallow me anew,
To germinate deep
Within its fishy bowels
As it transports me
Back to the Nineveh I once despised.
And when the whole enterprise
of regurgitation's done
I would,
I must,
On its sandy beach
Give birth.
Private Sanctuary
Wisdom!
Let us attend!
More honorable than the Cherubim, and beyond compare more glorious than the Seraphim, Thee who without corruption gavest birth to God the Word, the Holy Theotokos, Thee do we magnify!
Kyrie Eleison +
Kyrie Eleison +
Kyrie Eleison +
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever unto the ages of ages!
(My Icon Wall)
Let us attend!
More honorable than the Cherubim, and beyond compare more glorious than the Seraphim, Thee who without corruption gavest birth to God the Word, the Holy Theotokos, Thee do we magnify!
Kyrie Eleison +
Kyrie Eleison +
Kyrie Eleison +
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever unto the ages of ages!
(My Icon Wall)
Ut Unum Sint: Quiet Projects for Christian Unity II
THE GATES OF PARADISE
(portable, cabinet-type, triptych; acrylic on canvass and gessoed board)
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders us and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our gaze on JESUS, the AUTHOR and PERFECTER of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
(Hebrews 12, 1-2)
(closed)
The Holy Archangels Michael and Gabriel stand in perpetual vigilance at the Doors...
(open)
upper left - Annunciation
lower left - Nativity
upper right - Resurrection
lower right - Crucifixion
central panel - Pantokrator- Christ in Majesty surrounded by the four winged creatures (Evangelists)
four corners of central panel - Holy relics of Saint Jean Baptiste Marie Vianney, Saint Therese of Lisieux, Blessed Teresa of Calcutta and Saint Anthony of Padua.
Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us!
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