"And the Lord said: Because this people draws near to Me with their mouth, and honors Me with their lips, while their heart is far from Me, and their reverence before Me is the study of human commandments..." In these words, which the Lord addresses to us today, there is much bitterness, much bitter truth. It is not for nothing that we know them so well from the lips of Jesus. Yet the wording of the Synodal Translation states part of this truth less distinctly and threateningly than some modern translations, say, into English. What, it would seem, is bad about "the study of human commandments," as the Synodal Translation writes, since that is the direct subject of all secular humanities?
But, of course, the point is something else. And to understand this, let us turn to two other translations: the New American Standard Bible and the New Jerusalem Bible. These two translations read as follows. The first: And their reverence for Me consists of tradition learned by rote ("and their worship of Me is only a memorized tradition"). The second: and reverence for Me, as far as they are concerned, is nothing but human commandment, a lesson memorized ("and their worship of Me, as far as they understand it, is nothing more than the carrying out of human regulations, a memorized lesson").
That is what is really at issue. And it is infinitely important to feel this with all our faith. For precisely this rote memorizing, this reading off, this figuring out the finer points of what is "proper," what is "required," when it is "required," all these endless "may I or may I not" questions that we hear continually in the Church, make our heart "far from God." Our discipleship must not be the discipleship of a straight-A crammer, or a "botanist," as Russian schoolchildren and students call such people among themselves. And why did the word "botanist" take root so firmly? Apparently because, from the point of view of people not yet quite grown up, children or half-children, botany is the least creative science, where one has to know an endless number of names of various plants.
In reality, of course, this is not so; ask the monk Mendel. Still, we must not have this kind of relationship with God and the Church. Let us have learned the lesson a little imperfectly; when we are called to the board, we will add creativity and love to our imperfect, underlearned knowledge, and everything will be wonderful. And the Teacher will be glad.
