For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body cleaves to the ground. Rise up, come to our help! Deliver us for the sake of thy steadfast love.

It seems incongruous to speak about love when talking about a man-made famine, and yet, it is only normal and natural for humans to refer to love under all circumstances.

By commemorating the tragic events of 1933, we express our love to those, and for those, who perished from the face of the earth. We remember them and raise them before God in prayer and liturgy. We strive to incarnate their sacrifice by good deeds, by speaking out against injustice and cruelty. We stand as proxies for them and offer their muted voices through us a chance to speak to the world, a world that to a large extent has turned its back on them.

Love is patient; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13

How difficult it is for us to love in trying situations. Feelings of vengeance, of injustice attempt to crowd out what our faith calls on us to do – to endure all things.

From the beginning till now the entire creation, as we know, has been groaning in pain. Romans 8:22

Christians take seriously the marring of creation through sin and the misery that this has brought with it. Christians look forward to the world as it should be – in our prayers, especially for those in dire need – because we refuse to accept the world simply as it is. We know that this broken world will be mended and that pain and suffering will disappear.

There is a story about one of the elders on Mount Athos that bears repeating. A monk was angry at another monk and would not let go of his anger. And sometimes, when we are caught up in deeply felt emotions, it is almost necessary to figuratively slap us in the face in order to bring us back to ourselves. And the elder says to the young monk: Do you know that God doesn’t just display love, because in that case love would be uncertain, but God is love. He cannot be without love because this would be contrary to His nature. He loves so much, and is so full of love that He loves Satan as much as He loves the Blessed Theotokos. This is a very difficult concept but it was said with the aim of ‘slapping’ the young monk to a realization of what he was doing and to be reminded of the depth and breadth of God’s love. We are to emulate God as much as we can with the help of His grace without which we cannot love at all.

Given the above, we are called upon to make our commemoration of the Holodomor an occasion for love and growth and not one for recrimination. We do not need to point an accusatory finger at anyone but keep in front of us the depth of the sacrifice offered by millions of adults and children. If we descend into hatred, we besmirch the memory of those who died. We must make the occasion of their death a positive factor by focussing on the fruit that their sacrifice bore.

We must pray, we must remember, we must meditate on the extent of the suffering, of their suffering, and see how it can strengthen us. Cursing comes so easily to us and yet, it does not build, it does not contribute to growth in us so that we may become true human beings.

The whole universe is the incarnation of love directed towards us showing, in a palpable fashion, God’s love for us. But love in this fallen world is not easy. It involves concern for others even at a cost to us. The obverse side of love in this world of ours is suffering. But it is only through God’s eyes, through love, that we can look at creation and all of it without exception and say that it is good. This enables us to bless and not to curse.

In a very deep sense love points to a very fundamental property of creation, that of vicariousness. They died so others in Ukraine could live in a free land that will not permit a repetition of what they endured.

Many centuries ago there lived a monk by the name of Telemachus who prayed to God for God to reveal His will. And Telemachus received an unmistakable message: go to Rome. Telemachus obeys but he knows no-one in Rome and does not know why he is going there. In Rome he is arrested and sent to the arena to die. And, here he stands and probably wonders – why was I sent here just to die? It seems so futile and pointless. And Telemachus was killed by the wild beasts as ‘wilder beasts’ observed the spectacle. And then, some strange thing happened – a hush came over the arena and from that day onward combat in the arena was banned. Telemachus died so that others would not die as he had.

We often think of love as merely an emotion, but there is something much deeper to love than just feelings. The essence of love is communion, of sharing not only of things, but, mysteriously, of ourselves. We have hints of this even in the materiality of creation. The more we study the cosmos, the more we are struck by the fact that matter is a mystery of ever-increasing connections. This is another way of saying that underlying the universe is love. This interconnectedness of all things and all persons is referred to by St. Maximus as a Cosmic Liturgy.

If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things… And you will at last come to love the whole world with an abiding universal love…love is a teacher, but one must know how to acquire it, for it is acquired with difficulty, it is dearly bought.
Brothers Karamazov, F. Dostoyevsky

It is not easy for us to love, especially those who have done us wrong, but it is something that is imperative for us to learn and indeed it is learned at a very heavy cost to our pride and to our self-love. One of the reasons for this is that the world we live in is twisted and is not the way God intended it to be. It is filled with violence, lies, hatred, envy.

Truth is always a homeless stranger in history. Clement of Alexandria

There are those who deny the Holodomor. It is painful to hear someone deny someone else’s pain and to deny the historical truth of something that should be remembered so that it will never happen again. Who knows if the Holocaust would have occurred if the world had reacted with horror to what had happened in Ukraine.

We are all called to love all, without exception. Truth may be a stranger in this world, but it eventually does win out. Injustices do come to the light of day and deeds done in the anonymity of darkness are illumined and condemned by the light cast by truth.

Love is the goal of the Christian life and humility is what enables us to reach that goal. Humility is not identical to self-abasement – humility is the ability to see other people as being just as valuable for God as we are. The other thing that is important for us to realize about love is that it is a gradual process. Before we can even consider loving our enemies, we must take a small step of not hating our enemies. We must, with God’s help, attempt to will good to those with whom we disagree. Remember that it is love that forms the best memorial for the memory of those who perished in the Holodomor. Let all our actions go towards increasing good as a result of our commemorating the victims of the Holodomor.

Without charity, the virtues are merely an illusion. Abba John the Dwarf

There is a story that originates with the Fathers of the Desert. Abba Anthony is asked what he would do if he noticed a brother fallen asleep during the Liturgy. And Anthony’s reply shows the primacy of love over everything – ‘I would not admonish him, but place his head in my lap.’ The important thing is to love gently, taking into account that we are all fallen and none of should ever judge his brother.

In our services we end memorial commemorations with the singing of Vichnaya Pamyat. Memory is a significant display of love. We remember those who died in the Holodomor in the sense that they become living members of our community and they have not been lost to oblivion. Memory is very positive and active because each of us, in a sense, is a memory, a thought of God. We emulate God and remember those who suffered innocently and died. Yes, we grieve and we are in pain but we recall the words of Gregory of Nyssa:

…the conclusive harmony in the world has not yet been revealed.

Sincerely,
Bar-Abbas