Short Trip to the Edge: Where Earth Meets Heaven--A by Scott Cairns

By Scott Cairns

Whereas jogging at the seashore together with his Labrador, poet and literature professor Scott Cairns ran headlong into his midlife concern. a reasonably universal adventure between males nearing the age of 50, midlife crises are typically manifested within the kind of activities automobiles and young women; now not so for this Baptist grew to become jap Orthodox. Cairns had a recognition that because the development of his religious lifestyles was once relocating at a snail's velocity, time used to be working out, and his hindrance emerged within the kind of a determined have to search out prayer. advised with wit and beautiful prose, gradual Pilgrim is the tale of Scott's religious trip to the paranormal island of Mt. Athos. With twenty monasteries and 13 sketes scattered throughout its sloping terrain, the Holy Mountain used to be the proper position for Scott to find a prayer father and to find the stillness of the real prayer lifestyles. His narrative takes the reader from a seashore in Virginia to the main holy Orthodox monasteries on this planet to a monastery in Arizona and again back as Scott struggles to discover his prayer direction. His tale comprises bills of the relationships he forges with a number of diversified clergymen and clergymen alongside the way in which, in addition to life–long friendships he makes with different pilgrims.

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In the packed space of our corner on the ferry’s upper deck, we witnessed a curious array. Besides the pockets of day laborers sipping beers, there were men—alone or in small groups—of all shapes, sizes, and degrees of facial hair, and sporting a wide range of demeanors. Throughout the two-and-a-half-hour ride, some had been playing cards or snapping the worry beads of their komvoloi back and forth, some had been fingering the knots of their prayer ropes while they prayed, and some were munching on Greek pastries or loosely packed sandwiches, yucking it up with their friends.

I won’t go into any great detail about that sequence of disappointments, but suffice it to say that Marcia and I never found a fit, nothing quite so right-seeming as our sweet community at Trinity Church in Denton, Texas. Personally speaking, the Presbyterian bodies in Virginia Beach felt a little too like the Baptist church of my youth—a little cranky, a little suspicious, more or less besieged. At any rate, thanks to our Cape Henry neighbors, the Powells—Rob, Cathy, Page, and Nancy—we found our way to All Saints Episcopal Church, where we met a generous, welcoming community and, in Father Stan Sawyer, a well-read pastor with a very welcome sense of humor.

I could not even say that it was always the same person. On a few of those occasions, I seemed to be facing an entire crowd, all of them speaking at once. What should I make of this? The odds are pretty good that under the demanding conditions of these midnight prayers— for which I was, clearly, not yet prepared—I was simply falling into something approaching a dream state as soon as I closed my eyes. That’s what I am tempted to make of it now: that my subconscious was uncommonly active under these rarefied circumstances.

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