Susan, Aleksandrs and I went to the Indianapolis Latvian Lutheran Church today, the one Sunday this month when they perform service in English. They do this to try to entice American spouses who married 2nd or 3rd generation Latvians born and raised in the USA to attend service. Sadly, most of them either attend a non-Latvian church or don’t worship at all. I attended years ago when I was a lad but didn’t understand a great deal, seeing that, for reasons unknown, my parents never taught us kids to speak Latvian.
Things don’t change a lot in Latvian society, in this case, the church. At Holy Cross we call them ‘acolytes’, kids going through confirmation classes who help at the altar lighting candles and assisting with communion. At the Latvian church, we call them ‘guys who know what they’re doing’, men in their 60s and 70s who can still walk handily and lift the candle lighter. It has been this way since I can remember from the 1960s. The men were ALWAYS from the tribe of ancients, some who knew Polycarp or Brother Martin, personally. The idea of younger men or their sons participating is equivalent to there being a word for snow in Tahiti. It just never occurs to anyone. I mentioned this to Susan as we watched Berzins kungs light the candles. She responded, “I’ll be 60 next year!”. There’s something else that never occurred to the Indianapolis Latvian Lutheran Church.
Bits and pieces – question: Isaiah 6:10 –
Make the heart of this people calloused; make their ears dull and close their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.”
Would you equate this with Matthew 7:6? –
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces
What do you think?