The day Johnny Weissmuller came to my hometown is near the top of my list of childhood memories. Boys from my generation grew up watching black and white movies of Tarzan on black and white television sets. And who was the greatest Tarzan? No question, hands down, Johnny Weissmuller was it. He was the voice, he had the rugged look. And, we insiders knew that he was a REAL hero. After all, in the 1924 and 1928 Olympics, he had won five gold medals as a swimmer. We knew that he really WAS Tarzan. No child of today could possibly understand the magnitude of seeing such a hero in the flesh.
I was too young to understand why a man who was an Olympic star in the 1920's, and a Hollywood star in the 1930's, 40's and 50's, would now be hanging out at a mobile home dealer's business in a small town in Virginia in the 1960's. When I came into his presence I found an older man, dressed as his Jungle Jim character of later years: pith helmet, khakis, and sunglasses. He was larger than life to me. I tried to strike up a conversation with him about his life as Tarzan, his sidekick Cheetah, and other things that a youngster would be thinking about. I remember that as he signed multiple autographs for me he seemed detached, and more than a little sad. He answered my questions in a polite, dignified manner. He was probably happy to have the attention of a young starry eyed boy rather than the glances of adults who probably could figure out something of what must have gone wrong. Years later, one can read of the multiple bad business decisions, and multiple wives that are a part of his story. Life seems to have gone all downhill after the Olympic days. He was in two unforgettable films after I saw him, you can't even find them on Netflix. I understand that he ended up in an unmarked grave in Acapulco.
All of us have to deal with the fortunes and misfortunes of this life: those we make and those we inherit. Our faith (or lack thereof) determines what we make of it. When life doesn't go our way, it is up to us to respond in a moral and faithful manner. We have to have the proper faith. If we believe in a false Christ, if our belief system is heretical in any way, our decisions (at best) will be flawed. Bad data in, bad data out. In Orthodoxy we have the true Christ, we have the true faith. And, having this, we must behave in the proper way.
Protopresbytyr Michael Pomazanky writes: Our "moral life is directed by the exploit of Christ on the Cross. This path is our personal struggle in the name of the Cross of the Lord…. The very concept of the spiritual Cross contains in itself not only the various forms of personal struggle, but also the involuntary sorrows of life which are accepted in humility before the Providence of God."
If we struggle in the shadow of the Cross we will triumph. No matter what comes: bad health, bad economy, faithless friends or family, we will triumph. We cannot allow ourselves to succumb to the amoral/immoral "easy" choices that appear before us. Oh, that reminds me of a great old movie, "The Devil and Daniel Webster" starring Walter Huston. But, that's grist for another day at the mill.
