Canadian editorialist David Warren is always worth reading. From his Sunday column: It is probably silly to write in a daily newspaper about such grand things as the rise and fall of civilizations. And yet the core questions of what we are, and therefore what we must do, are questions that arise every day, and govern our judgements on minor events.

The old cat came to the door with a young cottontail in his mouth, still living. Perhaps I have grown too soft, perhaps I am just tired of arguing with the cat about bringing dinner inside still kicking. I got the rabbit loose and freed it over the wire fence into a tangle of honeysuckle. Beast, the cat, followed me down to the barn, hoping I still had the rabbit hidden up my sleeve somewhere.

Tomorrow is the thirteenth anniversary of the Tiananmen Square massacre. Eve Tushnet has a post on attending a vigil outside the Chinese Embassy on Saturday; a small but valiant attempt to keep alive the memory of those brief hope-filled days. Long time readers of this site (are any of you out there?) may have noticed that I occasionally post a fragment of Chinese or Japanese poetry. The abundance of good translations of classical Chinese and Japanese verse is one of the few fortunate aspects of our current literary culture. It is a great gift to be able to listen in on this interlinked web of conversations on the human condition, conducted at the highest artistic levels for over two thousand years. It is the antithesis of our contemporary "youth culture."

Thinking of Tiananmen reminds me of some lines from the T'ang Dynasty poet Tu Fu, meditating on another time of loss and change in China: "The nation shattered, mountains and rivers remain." A melancholy poem, which nonetheless takes some small comfort in the continuities of nature and landscape. One wonders what the poet would have thought of the Three Gorges Dam project. Today, the State survives, but mountains and rivers are shattered. Submerging and forever altering some of the most beautiful places in China, the only way we westerners can comprehend the impact of the project would be to imagine an Anglo-American initiative to simultaneously flood the Grand Canyon and pave over Wordsworth's Lake District.

Martin Roth also notes the Tiananmen anniversary and adds an article noting the conversion of many of the dissidents to Christianity.

Here is Peggy Noonan's take on the post 9/11 FBI scandal. After fifteen years as a prosecutor working in local law enforcement, I am not surprised by any of this. Colleen Rowley's statement that "Certain facts . . . have . . . been omitted, downplayed, glossed over and/or mis-characterized in an effort to avoid or minimize personal and/or institutional embarrassment on the part of the FBI and/or perhaps even for improper political reasons." unfortunately does not describe an isolated incident so much as an institutional culture. Despite the efforts of many fine individual agents, the Bureau is legendary in the law enforcement community for its arrogance, and all too often, its incompetence.

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Archimandrite Ephrem of the Monastery of St Andrew the Apostle in Manchester England maintains Anastasis, an invaluable site which includes a wealth of newly translated liturgical material. Here is his rendition of the verses from Vespers which introduce today's commemoration of Mid-Pentecost, the halfway point between Pascha and the feast of Pentecost:

The mid-point of the days is here, which begin with the saving Resurrection and are sealed by the divine Pentecost. It shines for it shares the brilliance of them both and unites the two, and it is honoured for it reveals in advance the coming glory of the Master’s Assumption.

Sion heard and was glad, when the good tidings of the Resurrection were proclaimed. Her faithful offspring rejoiced when they saw him also washing away by the Spirit the stain of the murder of Christ. Keeping festival she makes ready the joyful mid-point of them both.

The abundant outpouring of the divine Spirit upon all is near, as it is written. The herald is the day that forms the half-way mark of the certain promise which was given by Christ to his Disciples after his death and burial and Resurrection, and shows the manifestation of the Comforter.

Walker Percy would have been 86 today. If you have never read his work, you are missing one of the great observers of the modern circus. Try any of the novels or Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book.

Our family spent the Memorial Day weekend alternating rest and farm work. For a reminder of why we have a long weekend this time of year, go to Victor Davis Hanson's (himself a family farmer) moving story of a family member who gave all for his country.

Father Nectarios at Orthopraxis has been linking coverage of the Pope's trip to Bulgaria. One of the articles states "Now, John Paul has returned to the road to pursue what he views as a last piece of unfinished business: ending the 1,000-year schism between Roman Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy." A noble ambition, to say the least. This Pope has addressed the Orthodox Churches with more sympathy for, and understanding of, Orthodoxy than have virtually any of his predecessors. Nonetheless the schism persists and shows no signs of healing in his lifetime.

Fr. Richard John Neuhaus, editor of First Things magazine has commented on the impasse in Catholic/Orthodox relations in the March issue and again in May. It appears to be a source of some frustration for him, as if he were wondering, "How can they disappoint this good man, this great Pope, at the end of his days?" He quotes some words of veteran Catholic ecumenist Walter Cardinal Kasper which reveal the frustration from Rome's end and unwittingly highlight the problem from the Orthodox perspective: “We are increasingly conscious of the fact that an Orthodox Church does not really exist. At the present stage, it does not seem that Constantinople is yet capable of integrating the different autocephalous Orthodox churches. There are doubts about its primacy of honor, especially in Moscow.” Neuhaus goes on to say that "The unhappy truth, however, is that probably most Orthodox in the world do not believe that Catholics, never mind Protestants, are even validly baptized".

The Cardinal's remarks and Neuhaus' show that, at a gut level, Rome still doesn't "get" it. To grossly oversimplify, Kasper is saying that the schism will not end until the Orthodox become more like Rome, that is, until there is a command structure over all Orthodox Churches that can make binding decisions and with whom there can be dialog. Over against this is the Orthodox insistence on the ecclesiastic primacy of the local bishop, which persists despite any primacy of honor given to any one particular bishop. As Metropolitan John (Zizioulas) put it:

All eucharists and all bishops are local in character -- at least in their primary sense. In a eucharistic view of the Church this means that the local Church . . . is the only form of ecclesial existence which can be properly called Church. All structures aiming at facilitating the universality of the Church create a network of communion of Churches, not a new form of Church. (italics in original) (From Being as Communion: Studies in Personhood and the Church)

The Orthodox suspicion is that Rome has taken its traditional primacy of honor and turned it into a new form of Church, one which we cannot recognize as true to the Scriptures and to the Fathers. Granted that relations between the local Orthodox Churches appear to be in a perpetual state of crisis, but underneath the nationalistic politics and arguments over precedence, there is a profound unity in faith. The Orthodox do not at this time feel the same unity of faith with the Roman Church. This accounts for the difficulty Neuhaus notes over baptism. "Validity" of baptism is not one item on an ecumenical agenda that can be dissected and discussed in isolation from other issues. When the monastics of Mount Athos were asked to explain their reluctance to support the official dialogues with the Roman Church, Archimandrite Vasileios, then abbot of Stavronikita monastery, responded, not with a treatise on ecumenical dialogue, but with his luminous work Hymn of Entry, an extended meditation on the Liturgy. The question from the Orthodox side is not, do we recognize the baptismal practices of this community, but rather, do we recognize the fullness of the Orthodox faith in this community, however strangely expressed. If full mutual recognition of faith is there, then recognition of baptism, and all other sacraments, is a housekeeping matter, or, in Greek, economia.

It may well be that the current ecumenical dialogue is dead. Or it could be that the impasse will inspire in both sides that deeper apprehension of faith which alone will result in true unity.

I discovered there is another Glenrose Farm in the sheep business. They have Dorset Sheep and Angora goats rather than Hampshires. You can find their farm in East San Diego County, on the other side of the continent. You can find their web site here.

While searching for other Orthodox weblogs I came across Crayonbox.org and Rien d'Importance. They would come under the heading of blogs by Orthodox people rather than blogs about Orthodoxy. Katie at Rien d'Importance writes poetry and does Web design. Rachel at Crayon Box takes photographs and works with the local music scene in Tennessee. Interestingly enough, both are daughters of Orthodox Priests. Their sites are well made and very personal in outlook and expression. Wonder if they know each other's work?

Winter and early spring are lambing season. Now as warm weather arrives, we are shearing the flock. Shearing is the hardest work in the seasonal round. Hot, backbreaking labor. Our sheep are not raised for wool, but they still need shearing. Hampshire wool is short and coarse compared to other breeds, suitable for carpets and socks. We sell it in a co-op pool where it brings only pennies a pound. Not enough to pay someone else to do the work, so we do it ourselves. Still, there is a great satisfaction in seeing clean newly shorn sheep in the field. Our co-op required wool bags are now clear plastic and stand taller than I do. Some of the black sheep on the place have plenty of wool, but no more can you say Yes sir, Yes sir, three bags full! Here is a song on shearing from the British Folk tradition courtesy of the folks at Thistledown Croft, farmers and crafters in New York. I found this chorus at the same site:

Bonnie lassie, will ye gang
And shear wi' me the whole day lang?
And love will cheer us as we gang
Tae join the band o' shearers

Perhaps I can sing this to Susan as we walk to the barn tonight.

The family went to see Star Wars Episode II last night in Front Royal. We have an old movie house on Main street reopened by local folk. The balcony has been turned into a separate theatre, but the main part is still there with a traditional (meaning large) screen. My wife is a loyal fan, as are my two boys, ages 9 and 12. Hard to believe that the first installment (now called Episode IV) came out in 1977. Seems a lifetime ago, watching it on a date the summer between college and law school. Never imagined then that I would be taking my own children to the fifth in the series. I liked this one, which is more than I can say for Episode I. I will grant you that the double sided light saber was cool, but it, and a few other bright spots, were not nearly enough to compensate for the leaden pace and the execrable Jar Jar Binks. I never knew it was possible to actually loath a purely digital creation.

The new film, coming in at a bladder bursting two and half hours, has flashes of the old Star Wars magic. The city of Coruscant is wonderful, a filmed version of the 1950's city of the future that we were all supposed to be living in by now. The diner may have been a little over the top, but the reference was fun, much like the swing band in the cantina scene. The plot returns to a little of the darkness and complexity of The Empire Strikes Back, my own favorite in the series. The dialogue is still wooden, the acting leaves something to be desired, but it gets the job done. Digital technology has allowed Lucas to do things he couldn't have dreamed about in '77, but at a cost. The digital effects look like digital effects. We've all been trained well enough to suspend disbelief, but somehow the new effects are less real than the old hokey miniatures and masks. Some of the action sequences show the effect of the digital age. The action in the original Star Wars was a homage to old war movies, Saturday serials, westerns and adventure films. In this one the points of reference are video games. In the sequence on the droid assembly line, I kept waiting for "Next Level" or "Game Over" to flash on the screen. I never had the feeling in the original Star Wars that anyone was thinking during filming "This will make a great merchandising tie in. Give me a mock up for an action figure." Can't say the same about this one.

The boys each gave it a "10." I probably won't watch it again in the theatre, but will grab the DVD when it comes out.

While western Christians are preparing for Pentecost, Orthodox folk are still in midst of the Paschal season. The always edifying Monachos.net has a page with the traditional Paschal greeting set out in 58 languages. Christ is Risen!; or as the Yupik speaking Orthodox in Alaska would say, Xris-tusaq Ung-uixtuq!

Gerard Serafin, who was kind enough to link me on his list of Catholic and Orthodox blogs, has started a blog of his own.

Some beautiful photographs from the beleagured Serbian Orthodox Decani Monastery in Kosovo are showing up on a number of sites. You can find them here. The monks of Decani fed, housed and protected Kosovo Albanians who were under assault by the Serbian government. They now in turn stand by the remaining Serbs who live in fear under the new Albanian majority government.

There seems to be a trickle of young Calvinists heading toward Orthodoxy. Latest exhibit, The Illuminator, a nice site from a student at the University of North Carolina.

William Sulik, a Christian blogger and fellow member of the Virginia Bar, comments on the phenomenon of evangelicals converting to Orthodoxy. He links to this article.

Nursing a scraped leg tonight, the result of herding a llama in the dark. "Tippy the Toolman" (he came with the name) had gotten into the yard somehow when the sheep dislodged a fence rail. My youngest had replaced the rail without getting the llama out. Not wanting a llama on the lawn overnight, I took down two rails and set about persuading him to leave. I sent the older son to the right. I cut left across the driveway and took a header on the gravel, ripping out the right leg of my pants and scouring a patch off my knee the size of an old British penny. I had just enough breath left to speculate on the chances of eternal salvation for anything in the surrounding area. Tippy snuck out during the excitement, leaving me to reassemble my trousers, my dignity and the fence.

The "Dance of the Planets" continues. Tonight, riding westward from an appointment, a thin crescent moon was highlighted in the deep blue of dusk; Venus, in conjunction, floating above and to the right.