Vespers
By Volodymyr Kish
Outside, the winter
sky has already turned dark, and the ever present cloud cover means there is
little chance we will see any stars on this cold and dreary evening. Along
Oshawa’s Bloor St. in front of St. John the Baptist Ukrainian Orthodox Church,
a steady stream of cars whiz by with shoppers hurrying to complete their
Saturday shopping or heading to the Tim Horton’s down the street to get
a caffeine fix and a hit of sugared decadence in the form of their favourite
doughnut.
I
hurry up the stairs to the church, turning my face away from the biting wind,
pry open the large and solid wooden doors, and slip inside with a pleasant
sense of anticipation for what is to come.
The interior of the church shimmers with the light of dozens of candles,
the only illumination in this colourful, Byzantine interior. No incandescent, artificial light will grace
this evening prayer service of vespers.
The light cast by the flickering candles seems to be alive, creating
subtly moving shadows and eternally changing illumination of the numerous
icons, ornate carvings, embroidery and other religious decorations that
surround the altar, the iconostasis and the whole front of the church.
There
is but a handful of people in the church, discouraging perhaps to Father Hladio
who leads the vesper service, but I suppose in a selfish way, I like this
relative solitude where I can enjoy my brief moments of spiritual solitude
without the distractions of the crowds that attend regular Sunday Divine
Liturgy.
The
service is simple and consists of a series of various prayers, hymns, psalms,
litanies and canticles all sung or chanted by the priest and however many
choristers are in attendance, usually, in the times I have been there, no more
than three or four. Pani Dobrodiyka
Tanya (the priest’s wife) fortunately, is almost always there lending her fine
voice to the task at hand.
The
service and the chanting begin and in no time at all my state of mind begins to
change, with all awareness of the demanding world outside the doors
disappearing from my immediate consciousness.
I try and let go of any prevailing thoughts and worries and allow my
mind to simply indulge in the surrounding sights, smells and sounds of this
special little space inside the church.
Soon,
the smell of incense pervades the air and the repetitive chants cast a
spiritually hypnotic trance on me, inducing a state of peace and tranquillity
that is rare in my life. My eyes wander
from icon to icon and from candle flame to candle flame. I imagine in my mind
how countless generations of my ancestors have stood and immersed themselves in
this same feeling over the many centuries since Christianity was first
introduced to
Philosophy,
theology and the intricacies of religious thought and practice are often not
easy for the ordinary person to understand or come to terms with, but at
Vespers, I am never troubled by such dilemmas.
For the forty five minutes or so that the vesper service takes, I allow
myself not to think, but simply to feel and experience the moment. This particular confluence of the
environment, the light, the music, the art, the smells – all combine to create
a special, spiritually healing and revitalizing experience.
The
busier and more complicated that life gets, the more I think we need such
little retreats from our turbulent world. We need to let go, even if but for a
short space of time, of the constant chaotic bombardment of our consciousness
with thoughts, stimulations, worries and temptations. We need to give our minds and our souls a
little room to rest and recover. I have
found that Vespers are a particularly effective way to do just that.