In a life of idolatry, we don't really enjoy ourselves when we consume the fetishized objects that imprison us; often our consumption itself is part of a script that we don't realize we've been tricked into obeying
One begins to comprehend the profound depth of the Russian story after reading through the first few chapters of Catherine Merridale's magnificent new book Red Fortress: History and Illusion in the Kremlin.
Recently, Moscow celebrated a holiday called "Paratrooper's Day." When I was told it culminates with some of the soldiers stripping down to their underwear to dance and frolic in a fountain, it reminded me of another type of parade that takes place all around the world.
When it comes to the relationship between Pussy Riot and the Russian Orthodox Church, it might not be true love, but it certainly isn't irreconcilable differences, just as most true and meaningful things tend to be.
January 19 is a holiday in the Orthodox tradition commemorating the baptism of Jesus. On this day all the waters become holy. Believers, revelers, and exhibitionists alike wade out naked into the rivers and lakes in a ritualistic freezing bath.
For a Christian like me, the question that the Pussy Riot action begs is where might Jesus stand in the controversy between the combined power of the Church and State vs. three girls who made a prayer for deliverance from it.