Some years ago I along with my family
had the opportunity to spend a few days in Helsinki, Finland (a
lovely city to visit, should you ever have the chance). Among the
various sites we visited were two different churches that left two
very different impressions on me.
First we went to a Russian Orthodox
church, the Uspenski Cathedral. (The Russian tsar ruled over Finland
for a number of years and left traces of Russian influence behind,
such as this church.) While the outside of the church was not stunningly attractive, the inside really captured my attention. As with many
other Orthodox churches I have since seen, every interior surface was
covered with some type of artwork. These paintings (perhaps mosaics,
I couldn't get close enough to see) depicted various scenes from the
Bible as well as icons of different saints. While we were visiting
(quietly in the background) some type of service was being enacted
which involved chanting, incense, genuflection (kneeling) and other
behaviors. The atmosphere drew all of my senses into this act of
worship and even though I did not understand the event, I was
entranced.
Uspenski Cathedral |
After leaving the Orthodox church, we
walked a bit across the city to the central Lutheran church, the
Helsinki Cathedral. This imposing building is entirely white and sits
at the top of a broad set of steps on a central square, as seen in
the picture. We entered this cathedral and encountered—emptiness.
The interior space was very open and filled with light. But the walls
and ceiling were all painted stark white. Not a trace of color
anywhere. In the four corners at the center of the cross-shaped
nave(?), where in Catholic churches one would find the four writers
of the Gospels depicted, this church had statues of Luther,
Melanchton and a couple others whom I do not remember. Aside from
what I consider the inappropriate exaltation of ordinary men, I found
the whole cathedral quite lifeless and uninspiring.
Helsinki Cathedral |
I understand the background that led
the Protestants to reject the imagery and iconography of the Catholic
and, by extension, Orthodox churches. However, my visits that day
made me wonder if the Protestant churches didn't lose something
valuable in rejecting the excesses of the period. We lost the
recognition that worship is more than an intellectual exercise.
Worship involves more than simply hearing the Word of God and an
explication thereof. It even involves more than singing a few good
songs (whether you prefer traditional or contemporary is irrelevant.)
Should not worship draw us into a wholistic experience of God? What
captivated me at the Orthodox church was the all of my senses were
drawn into worship. You may object to the theology or specific
practices of the Orthodox church (that would make for a good
discussion in its own right) but I think they have retained something
important. They recognize that art, that beauty, is part of what
draws us into the divine.
I know that some churches and
fellowships are beginning to recapture something of this lost
aesthetic. I am acquainted with people who understand that beauty
comes from God and our worship of him should include a celebration
and exploration of beauty. But I think our Protestant baggage still
hinders us from fully embracing this. After all, art, beauty, poetry,
music and other forms of artistic expression are viewed in our
Reformation-rooted culture as being frivilous, extravagant,
non-productive and even distracting from the most important thing
(although we have become quite confused as to what exactly the most
important thing is.) I am only beginning myself to rediscover (or
perhaps to truly discover) the fulness, the wonder of encountering
God in various expressions of beauty. Does music have to explicitly
mention God, Jesus or salvation to be worshipful? Does a novel have
to include explict references to these, or have the characters making
explicit (and lengthy) prayers to Jesus, to capture truth? One of my
favorite novels, one that most powerfully depicts redemption, is Les
Miserables, which is by no means a “Christian” novel.
I want to encounter God with my mind,
but I want to encounter him with more than that. God didn't create us
only as intellectual beings. Let's not impoverish our understanding
and experience of him by limiting ourselves to a dry, colorless,
lifeless worship.
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