I was sitting in the doctor's exam room today in that utterly humiliating backless cotton gown, awaiting the hideous ordeal that is Western medicine, with my In the Heart of the Desert book all the way across the room. I could have scurried over to retrieve it, but I did not know when the doctor would arrive, and I had managed to arrange the embarrassing sartorial array so that all my bits were covered, and I was not about to risk the, um, exposure. Since I could not read my book, I decided to try one of the spiritual disciplines of the Desert Fathers and Mothers: utter solitude. For as long as it took for the doctor to arrive, I was going to sit still with myself and God. Or, as Desert Spirituality scholar Anthony Bloom once wrote, “be completely in the present moment.”
Yeah, OK, so I am really boring. That was the longest ten minutes of my life. BUT, the Desert Mothers and Fathers are most emphatically NOT boring. I was delighted by how readable and engaging this book is. You know, 4th and 5th Century hermitic Christian mystics may not seem like a good time, but they really are. Author John Chryssavgis has framed their eclectic sayings admirably, as well, grouping them by themes of spiritual disciplines.
Who are the Desert Fathers and Mothers? Well, when the Emperor Constantine halted the persecution of Christians in 313 AD, and especially after it became the official religion of the Roman Empire later that same century, almost immediately a group of believers rose up against the worldliness and corruption of the Church, who they perceived had lost her way in her newfound power. Some of these dissenters fled to the deserts of Egypt and Palestine to live out their faith in small communities of hermits (that is not an oxymoron; see: Chesterton's Orthodoxy). These wise people became known as the abbas and ammas, the Desert Fathers and Mothers. Pilgrims came from all over Christendom to glean their wisdom and reap their knowledge. What these pilgrims found were no soft and yielding purveyors of weak-kneed spiritual platitudes; rather, these were giants among men – confrontational, crusty, challenging, courageous, and candid – with a deep, abiding love for man and God that must have overwhelmed and humbled even the most self-satisfied seeker.
The Desert Fathers and Mothers struggled against all of the besetting sins of mankind since the Fall, and their way of life led to interesting observations that would not have been reached by a less ascetic path. Their striving for self-denial – emotional, physical, material – is difficult to understand. But, the sayings that have been left for us that came out of their struggles are full of depth, wit, and reassurance. The way is hard, but the reward is worth it. One of my favorite chapters was “The Treasury of the Heart” which took on the Desert Fathers’ views of the controlling passions in our lives. There are two main ways of dealing with them. The first is to strive to eradicate them; the second is to rejoice in the continuing struggle against them. Both of these takes are very counterintuitive to our modern way of thinking. Chryssavgis explains:
The Desert Fathers and Mothers recognized that it takes a long time to become a human being. It takes an infinitely patient waiting to put together all the variegated parts of the human heart. Moreover, in the unnoticeable changes toward ever-growing perfection, it is the things that we love that reveal to us who we are. It is the things to which we are most attached that show us where our priorities lie. It is our very imperfections – what they like to call passions, and what we invariably call our wounds – that lead us to the way of perfection.
Spending a few hours with the Desert Fathers is to be introduced in a new way to that fount of Living Water and every blessing that springs up in the driest, most desolate of places.