
One of our
visits here in Greece has been to the Community of St John the Forerunner (whom
many of us call John the Baptist). The Monastery (which many might mistakenly
call a Convent as it is a place where only Nuns live) is situated high on a
mountain just over two miles from the village of Anatoli. When I say high on a mountain,
I mean high… 3,543 feet high! (Apparently, this is twice the height of Ben
Nevis. No wonder one of the group had a slight touch of attitude sickness.) We
reached the Monastery by taking a forty-five minute drive up the side of the
mountain on a road with many twists and turns, coated with tarmac the edge of which finished
barely far enough away from the edge of the road to stop the coach heading down into the valley below. At one point there was a distinct
grinding of pebbles and stones under wheels as we rounded a corner and caught
the roadside. As there was no barrier at this particular point, it would have
made for an interesting story for those who might have survived the fall had it
happened! After the forty-five minute return drive, our Driver, Janis, told us
that he hadn’t driven up or down this mountain before. I am so pleased I didn’t
know that beforehand!
We were
welcomed at the Monastery by a Sister whose name means ‘One created by God’. As
she herself said, it is the most difficult name of all the sisters – hence I can’t
even begin to write it for you here! She was delightful and invited us first to
visit the Church. It is a small Church, separated into three sections inside –
as is usual for Churches/Chapels in many Orthodox Monasteries. The area at the back
(often called the Narthex) is where visitors will sit/stand during Services. The
next section in is where the members of the Community sit and stand, and then
the final section – at the front of the Church – is usually ‘hidden’ behind the
Iconostasis – a screen on which many
icons are either hung or painted. It has three openings, across which curtains
hang, and behind this will be the altar at which Holy Communion is celebrated, also
on which the Gospels reside, as well as the Tabernacle for the Reserved
Sacrament.
(Reserved Sacrament is bread and wine that has been consecrated by
the priest during a Service of Holy Communion, but that has been kept rather
than being consumed in order that it may be taken to those who are sick and who
are unable to come to Church. As, through the Prayer of Consecration, it is
believed by many that the Real Presence of Christ is now in the bread and wine it
is also kept in some Churches to be used in acts of devotion where the bread
will be placed into a monstrance and the people will pray before it, believing
that they are in the presence of Christ. If the container in which the bread
and wine are kept is on the altar, it is called a Tabernacle, and if it is a
smaller ‘cupboard’ in the wall, it is called an Aumbry. Lesson over!)
We were able
to explore all of the Church – and to look behind the central curtain (Royal Entrance)
of the Iconostasis to see the Gospel Book on the Altar, as well as the
Tabernacle. Interestingly, the Tabernacle is empty as the Church is not yet complete
and therefore not yet dedicated. Although the structure, seating, candelabra and
flooring are complete, the decoration of the walls is not. As is usual in
Orthodox Churches, there will be many images of many saints that will adorn the
walls. At present, only the apse is decorated. The Community have been on this
site since the year 2,000 – and they do all of the work themselves, using
traditional methods for the wall paintings and icons, so it is a lengthy and
painstaking process. In fact, everything is done by the Sisters, from milking
the cows to wielding a power drill to bring down walls in the process of
refurbishment and building.

Following the
visit to the Church, we passed through (snow flakes!) the dining room in to the and were shown into the Guestroom of the Monastery. After
the unheated Church the Guestroom was toasty and warm which was a blessing as snow had begin to fall as we made our way from the Church to the main house! The central heating was bolstered
by an open fire and we were treated to home-made biscuits along with mountain
tea. Whoever made the biscuits deserves a medal as the Community marks Lent
with particular attention to self-denial – so these biscuits will have no
chance of being eaten by any of the Sisters! We heard of the work that is
undertaken by the Sisters – all sorts of things – beginning with praying the
Office – going on to building further rooms in the Monastery, painting these
rooms, welcoming guests, study, personal prayer, taking cows to the abattoir,
preparing cheese, helping out people in the village (for all sorts of needs – assistance
with medicines as one of the sisters is a trained nurse, help a family after
there was a fire at their home etc. etc.), spinning wool, weaving mats and carpets,
cooking, looking after bees to collect honey as well as use the wax for candles.
All the things of daily life – with a few more thrown in besides…
Following the
time of conversation in the Guestroom, we descended on the shop – to much
hilarity as we tried to decipher what the labels on things said. On sale were a
whole host of items: teas made from herbs grown by the Sisters, as well as other
food/drink items: pasta, cheese, meats, yoghurt, herbal Tonic drinks (that used
to be made with blood – but as the community is vegetarian theirs most
definitely isn’t!), balsamic vinegar, jams and the like. There are also Prayer
Ropes – with either the traditional thirty-three knots (for the number of years
that Jesus lived) or one or two hundred. For each knot, one recites the Jesus Prayer: Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,
have mercy on me a sinner. Of course, a rope is not obligatory, but it helps to
keep the mind focussed as the knots of the rope pass through the fingers. All of
the ropes for sale, as well as other devotional items are made by the members
of the Community which, at present, number twenty Sisters, four of whom are
Novices. With a general rule that those who join must be over twenty-four and
under fifty years of age, and a number of young vocations, the average age of
the Sisters is in the lower forties.
There was real interest in the
life of the Sisters, and the way in which they understand God to have called
them to live. The Sister we met spoke with clarity, wisdom and understanding of
the life of a Religious – a life unknown to so many people as they have never visited
a Monastery (Convent) or met a Monk or Nun. The humour, devotion, sense and
insight with which this Sister spoke endeared her to many within in the Group
who had never been to a place like this. Having mentioned to a few members of
the group that many moons ago I tested my vocation as a Religious with the Benedictine
Community that was at that time based at Burford Priory, but is now to be found
at Mucknell Abbey, I have spent the ensuing time answering questions about what
‘they’ do all day and why they do it. I spent three years in Community learning
about faith, prayer, life, love, obedience (!), forgiveness, charity (usually
others for me)… and so much more. Having met the Sisters at the Community of
Saint John the Forerunner yesterday, and been able to answer some of the questions
of the members of the this Group, I hope many of them will be encouraged to
explore and discover whether there are any communities near them who they could
visit.
The nerve-racking,
nail-biting, fear-of-heights-manic-panic-moment-inducing journey up the
mountain side was so worth it for so many of us, I can’t begin to tell you!
What a wonderful experience.
ReplyDeleteI have close connections with Nuns, as while in Care, we were looked after by the Sisters of Mercy (RC) and recently I've been on retreat with the Anglican community at West Malling. And I'm a regular visitor to Aylesford Priory with the Carmalite's there, in fact our recent #LLM residential was held there.
The Religious life is one dedicated to God through prayer and to communal living - having lived communally in the Army over the years - I'm not sure that I'm the best fan of it, so imagining a life of communal living is beyond me - but I have the utmost respect for those religious who answer that call. Their prayer sustains the Church Universal, let alone their particular denomination.