Αναζήτηση αυτού του ιστολογίου
Κυριακή 9 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
Ο ΤΑΞΙΑΡΧΗΣ ΤΟΥ ΜΑΝΤΑΜΑΔΟΥ ΣΤΟ ΠΛΟΙΟ «ΘΕΟΦΙΛΟΣ»
Είμαστε
γύρω στους 50 κι επιστρέφουμε. Το πλοίο της γραμμής έχει το όνομα του μεγάλου
περιθωριακού «Θεόφιλος».
Είναι
αργά το βράδυ, παραμονή της 1ης Οκτωβρίου. Κάποιος προτείνει στον ιερέα να
κάνουμε απόψε τον αγιασμό του μήνα, μια που το πρωί δεν θα μπορούσε. Εκείνος δεν
φέρνει αντίρρηση. Είπαμε να συναντηθούμε στην τραπεζαρία λίγο πριν τα
μεσάνυχτα. Νομίζουμε πώς θα τον συντροφεύουμε λίγοι, έτσι κουρασμένοι κι έτσι
φορτωμένοι με πολλές συγκινήσεις.
Όσοι
μαζευόμαστε, ξεπερνάμε τους εκατό. Κάποιος το ψιθύρισε και πολλοί έσπευσαν.
Μαζί ό πλοίαρχος κι άλλη μια δεκάδα βαθμοφόροι στα επίσημα τους, χώρια το άλλο
προσωπικό του σκάφους.
Ό παπά-Μάρκος
ξεκινά. Μια σιωπή περίεργη γεμίζει το χώρο. Στη μέση του αγιασμού, ή φίλη μου
φέρνει τη μικρή εικόνα με τον Ταξιάρχη του Μανταμάδου που αγόρασε το πρωί και την
κρατά στο στήθος της. Τότε ό πλοίαρχος, που δεν πρέπει να ξεπερνά τα 40, κάνει
νόημα σε κάποιον και εκείνος μ' έναν άλλον πάνε προς το βάθος της αίθουσας.
Επιστρέφουν σε λίγο. Κρατούν προσεκτικά κάτι σαν πίνακα ζωγραφικής, σαν εικόνα.
Σιγά - σιγά αφαιρούν τα χοντρά χαρτιά που το τυλίγουν και ό ιερέας ζητά να το
στρέψουν προς τον κόσμο.
Και
τότε... τότε νιώθουμε το καράβι να γέρνει έντονα, αργά, υποβλητικά,
μεγαλόπρεπα, και να επανέρχεται. Τρεις φορές. Σαν κάποιος να το σπρώχνει απ' τη
μία μεριά να γείρει στην άλλη έτσι για να τονίσει την παρουσία του, κι ενώ ή
θάλασσα είναι ήρεμη και γλυκιά και φιλόξενη. Για δύο-τρία λεπτά.
Ακούγονται
φωνές έκπληξης. Προσέχω τον καπετάνιο. Έχει το κεφάλι
κατεβασμένο. Ό
υποπλοίαρχος, μελωδικός στην ψαλτική όσο λίγοι, χαμογελά. Οι άλλοι βαθμοφόροι δεν
σαλεύουν. Κάποιοι από τους επιβάτες σταυροκοπιούνται. Κι όταν ό αγιασμός
τελειώνει, ό πλοίαρχος μάς μιλά:
-Καταλάβατε
το κούνημα του πλοίου; Αυτό δεν ήταν «θάλασσα», λέει με βεβαιότητα. Ήταν ό
Αρχάγγελος. Και το κάνει κάθε φορά που τον ξεσκεπάζουμε.
Αφήνει
να εννοηθεί πώς έχει ζήσει ό ίδιος ένα θαύμα, αρνείται να το αποκαλύψει, μόνο
λέει πώς τη συγκεκριμένη εικόνα την έχει μαζί του πάντοτε, όταν ταξιδεύει, ενώ,
σαν γυρίζει στον Πειραιά, την παίρνει πάλι στο σπίτι του.
Εκείνο
το βράδυ, ανοίγω ένα παλιό ξεχασμένο στίχο και προσεύχομαι:
Καθάριε
μου Άγγελε, Άγγελε, Άγγελε,
που
διέσχιζες με υπομονή τη μνήμη τον Θεού μέχρι που σε άραξε το παρελθόν, πώς
βρήκες την τοιχογραφία σον κι αιωνιώθηκες;
Με
ποιο κρινάκι σαν φωνήεν να φέγγει μου θα με δεχθεί και μένα κάποιο ξέφωτο
ποίημα;
Καθάριε
μου ομογάστριε, πώς να σωθώ;
Οι Αρχιστράτηγοι των Ασωμάτων
Πηγή: Αποσπάσματα από τη Συλλογή «Σαλιγκάρι στην Πέτρα», του Μιχάλη Λεβέντη.
Σάββατο 8 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
Ο ΑΡΧΑΓΕΛΛΟΣ ΜΙΧΑΗΛ ΕΜΦΑΝΙΣΤΗΚΕ ΣΤΑ ΒΙΛΛΙΑ ΑΤΤΙΚΗΣ
Παραμονή
των Ταξιαρχών στα Βίλλια. Απόγευμα του 1965, κρύο και αέρας. Ή γριά νεωκόρος
μένει απέναντι από τους δυο ναούς: του Σωτήρος, έργο του Τσίλερ στα 1819, και του
Ταξιάρχη. Μόλις έχει επιστρέψει από τον εσπερινό και ανάβει το τζάκι. Κάποιος της
χτυπά την πόρτα. Ξαφνιάζεται. Μπροστά της στέκεται ένας όμορφος ψηλός άνδρας,
γύρω στα τριάντα, με τσάντα, καπέλο και παλτό.
-Έλα
να μου ανοίξεις, σε παρακαλώ, της λέει. Θέλω να προσκυνήσω τον Άγγελο.
-Μα,
Χριστιανέ μου, μόλις έκλεισα. Να βγω πάλι έξω με τέτοιο καιρό; -Σε παρακαλώ κυρά-Μαρία...
Ή
γυναίκα υπακούει. Ντύνεται καλά και βγαίνουν. Προχωρούν βιαστικά. Μόλις
φτάνουν, ξεκλειδώνει την πόρτα και ό ξένος προσκυνά με τρόπο παράξενο... δεν
έχει ξαναδεί κάτι τέτοιο ή γυναίκα. Έπειτα ανάβει ένα μόνο κερί με μεγάλη
προσήλωση και το αφήνει στο μανουάλι. Μένει για λίγο ακίνητος, κρατά χαμηλά το
κεφάλι κι έχει στο στήθος το καπέλο του.
-
Δεν
θέλω να μου το σβήσεις! Της λέει με έμφαση δείχνοντας το κερί. Άφησε το, να
καίει μέχρι τέλους!
-Όχι,
παιδάκι μου, παίρνει γρήγορη και καθησυχαστική την απάντηση.
Όμως,
επειδή εκείνη φοβάται μήπως πάρει φωτιά ή εκκλησία, μόλις βγαίνει ό άλλος, το
σβήνει. Κι επιστρέφει στο σπίτι της. Φτιάχνει ένα ζεστό φασκόμηλο και προσπαθεί
να συνέλθει. Φέρνει πάλι στη μνήμη το περιστατικό με τον άγνωστο.
Ξαφνικά,
εκεί πού κάθεται με το βλέμμα προσηλωμένο στις φλόγες, εμφανίζεται ό άντρας
μπροστά της. Έτσι, από το πουθενά κι ενώ ή πόρτα ήταν κλεισμένη από μέσα με
μάνταλο.
-Γιατί,
κυρά-Μαρία; Εγώ είχα τάμα και ήρθα από τα Δωδεκάνησα, για να ανάψω εδώ το κερί.
Κι ενώ σου ζήτησα να μην το σβήσεις, εσύ δεν το άφησες.
Ό
τόνος της φωνής και το ύφος του είναι αυστηρά. Σηκώνει το χέρι και τη
χαστουκίζει. Έπειτα, το ίδιο ξαφνικά και παράλογα εξαφανίζεται.
Ή
νεωκόρος, κατάπληκτη και έντρομη, προσπαθεί να συνέλθει, Το αυτί πού δέχτηκε το
χτύπημα πια δεν ακούει, Κάποια στιγμή συνέρχεται, βγαίνει στο κρύο και τρέχει για
το σπίτι του ιερέα.
Ό παπά-Σωτήρης
την ακούει προσεκτικά.
-Πάμε
γρήγορα να τον βρούμε, της λέει σοβαρά.
Αρχίζουν
να τον ψάχνουν. Παντού, ως και στο λεωφορείο της γραμμής πού ετοιμάζεται για την
Αθήνα. Τίποτε. Κανένας δεν τον είδε, κανένας δεν τον απάντησε.
Όποτε κάνουν στροφή και γυρίζουν στο ναό του
Μιχαήλ. Ανοίγουν την πόρτα του. Μπαίνουν στην ησυχία σαν σε σύννεφο και
διαποτίζονται από αυτή σε κάθε τους κύτταρο. Κοιτάζονται με νόημα.
Σταυροκοπιούνται.
Το κερί του ξένου ήταν πάλι αναμμένο και τους κοίταζε.
Μένει
έτσι, άλιωτο, μέχρι το άλλο απόγευμα. Όταν, πάλι μόνο του ν' ανάβει στο σύμπαν
του ναού και με τη νεωκόρο να το κοιτάζει έκπληκτη, απότομα σε μία στιγμή
λιώνει και χάνεται όμοιο με δάκρυ στην άμμο.
Οι
Αρχιστράτηγοι των Ασωμάτων
Πηγή:
Αποσπάσματα από τη Συλλογή «Σαλιγκάρι στην Πέτρα», του Μιχάλη Λεβέντη.
ΣΕ ΠΑΝΗΓΥΡΗ ΣΤΟ ΧΙΛΙΑΝΤΑΡΙ.
ΕΝΑ κερί έφεγγε στη λιτή. Ένας γεροντάκος
καλόγερος, ρουμάνος, με τα ματογυάλια και το λίγο φως κρατούσε ανοιχτό ένα
τετράδιο, αυτά του σχολείου με το γαλάζιο πλαστικό εξώφυλλο, και διάβαζε,
σχεδόν συλλαβιστά. Πλησίασα. Μνημόνευε ονόματα.
β. Πήγε ό παπάς στο Γέρο Παίσιο και
από μακριά λέει ό γέροντας: Έ, παπά, τα ονόματα ένα ένα, όχι με το μάτι.
Ήταν Τρίτη του Πάσχα, και το βράδυ στην
Ανάσταση ό ηγούμενος ό παπά Χαραλάμπης -νάχουμε την ευχή του την άγια-φώναξε και
κάνα δύο καλογέρια στην αγία πρόθεση και μνημόνευαν. Περνούσε ή ώρα
αλλά που να τελειώσουν. Πιο πολλά κι από τον
Δήμο Πειραιώς τα ονόματα, είπε εκείνος ό παπάς, και τους ψιλομάλλωσε. 'Άντε, με
το μάτι τα ονόματα. Ξημέρωσε. Να βγάλουμε Ανάσταση...
γ. Ό παπά Εφραίμ στα Κατουνάκια είχε
χαρτόνια αριθμημένα, με τα ονόματα. Πήγαινες, άγνωστος να τον δεις, και αν
είχαν δώσει άλλοι το oνομά σου, σε έλεγε: Νικολάου , Περιστέρας και των τέκνων.
Τα Σαρανταλείτουργα τα διάβαζε ξεχωριστά.
Και όταν τελείωνε το ένα σε έγραφε γράμμα και άρχιζε το άλλο. Ήρθε στη Δάφνη
γνωστός από την Αθήνα, μάς έφερε παντζάρια πεντανόστιμα στο ξύδι, και ένα δέμα για
τον παππού. Είπαμε να μην τα στείλουμε , και τα πήγαμε με τον ίδιο. Με το πού τα
είδε ό Γέροντας, τα στέλνει στην Άγιάννα στο Κυριάκο, να δροσιστούν οι πατέρες και
να μνημονεύουν.
δ. Νέος παπάς, έβγαλε μερίδες στην
πρόθεση. Τον επίσκοπο, ζώντα και κεκοιμημένα. Και πριν καλύψει, βλέπει οι
μερίδες έβαλαν στη μέση τον επίσκοπο και μαζεύτηκαν γύρω γύρω, τον σκέπασαν, τον
κάλυψαν.
ε. Στα Κατουνάκια, στην έρημο,
ευλαβής και αγωνιστής, καλός καλόγερος, δέχονταν ελεημοσύνες και τις ξεπλήρωνε με
κομποσκοίνι. Πέρασαν τα χρόνια, βάρυνε, δυσκολεύονταν. Ό παπά
Εφραίμ είδε την κρίση του. Μπροστά στον
θρόνο τού Θεού οι ψυχές ζητούσαν τις ελεημοσύνες τους. Και έγινε κρίση: Να δοθούν στους
δικαιούχους.
Είχε αρετή ό καλόγερος. Ξεπλήρωνε. Αλλά
δεν έφτασε για όλους. Και τότε ή ψυχή κατέβηκε στην άβυσσο...
ς. Ό Γέρο Αντρέας στο Γρηγορίου, σε παρακαλώ να με
μνημονεύεις, σού έλεγε. Θα σε ενθυμούμαι και εγώ, Προϊστάμενος από νωρίς, έκανε
και αντιπρόσωπος και επιστάτης πολλές φορές. Όταν εκοιμήθη, βρέθηκαν γράμματα στο
κελί του. Αδελφέ όταν θα λάβεις την επιστολή μου θα έχω πεθάνει. Γι αυτό, σε
παρακαλώ, σβήσε με από τα ζωντανά και γράψε με στα πεθαμένα. Να με μνημονεύεις.
Σε ευχαριστώ.
ζ. Κι ό παπά Σίμων είχε τετράδιο και
όταν γέμιζε. μας έλεγε και αντιγράφαμε σε μεγαλύτερο τα ονόματα.
Πήγε ό μικρός ό Νεόφυτος στον παπά Εφραίμ,
και αφού τον ρώτησε ό Γέροντας τού λέει: να τούς μνημονεύεις, παιδί μου, τούς
γονείς σου, για ζωντανούς για πεθαμένους. Εγώ ξυπνώ κοιμάμαι μνημονεύω: Δι'
ευχών των Γονέων και των Γερόντων μου, κάθε πού ξυπνώ και πού κοιμάμαι, και ότι
κάνω.
η. Αντί για όγδοη ιστορία, όπως την
άκουσα: Δεν με έπιανε ύπνος και στριφογυρνούσα. Δεν ήξερα τί με φταίει. Πήρα
χαρτί και μολύβι, και γύρισα όλα τα σπίτια τού χωριού. Ότι πεθαμένους θυμόμουν
τούς έγραψα, όπως τούς λέγαμε- μπαμπού Γιάννου, μπαμπού Καλλούσιου, μπαμπού Καλή,
μπάρμπα Μήτρης, μπαμπού Λένια, θεια Λυμπία, ΔημητράκηςτςΘειάζμ... Κοιμήθηκα. Το
πρωί πήγα τα ονόματα αντιγραμμένα καλά αυτήν τη φορά στην εκκλησία. Στο κελί
κράτησα τα άλλα. Ημείς σέχουμει να μάς μνημουνεύβς, σέχουμει άντιπρόσουπουν
στουν Θειό, καλόηρος εϊσει, μάς προσευχηθεί ... άκουγα.
Κι ό Γέρο Παίσιος μάς είπε- τον ζωντανό
κι απ' την φυλακή, ευλογημένε, να τον βγάλεις, ξαναμπαίνει. Τον νεκρό ποιος τον
θυμάται. Μπορείς να τον πάρεις από το μπουντρούμι και να τον πάς στο σαλόνι.
Λίγο τύχεις;
ΒΙΒΛΙΟΓΡΑΦΙΑ. ΠΟΡΦΥΡΙΟΣ ΗΓΟΥΜΕΝΟΣ.
ΓΙΑΥΤΟ ΚΛΑΙΩ ΚΙ ΕΓΩ
THE FAITHFUL HUSBAND THAT WOULD NOT ABANDON HIS UNFAITHFUL WIFE
By Elder
Joseph of Vatopaidi
I will tell you
of another characteristic of a proper spouse, which is extremely difficult to
find in our day. But we did encounter one such person.
He was in
every way a perfect character, a Christian, and completely social. He married
late, around thirty years old, not because he was averse to marriage, but
because he thought that was how it should be. So he said his prayers with
faith, and found himself a young girl and married her. The girl was young, ten
years younger than him. Soon after he married her, she began her mischief. He
pretended not to notice; he regarded her as his daughter and himself as her
father. However, they had important business interests overseas and they had to
go there, even if only temporarily. So he took her and they went abroad. When they
arrived, she became very obstinate, and would say to herself: "He did this
on purpose, to estrange me from my environment. I will desert him." So she
abandoned and left him. She came back to Greece, and where do you think she
went? To one of those "casino" places, and began to live the life of
a free woman—one who is paid.
The husband
however, from the day that she left him, never stopped praying with tears and
insisting, in fact exhorting God: "All Good One, I will not retreat, I
will not leave You alone; You were the One who gave me my wife. 'By the Lord is
a man and woman harmonized' (according to the Bible). I want my wife. If the
young girl has been deceived, must she be lost? Why did You come down to earth?
Didn't You come to find the lost ones, to heal the sick, to resurrect the dead?
I will not retreat. I will not let You rest. I want my wife; bring her back to
me." He wept for two whole years.
His prayer
was eventually heard and the young woman came to her senses. "Oh my,"
she confessed, "God will have to create another Hell, because this one is
too small for me!" So she sat down and wrote him a letter, saying: "I
dare not address your name; I have no such right. If I return, will you accept
me as your servant?" He replied: "My love, why did you mention that
word and hurt my feelings? Wasn't it me who sent you on a vacation and I was
longing for my love to return to my open arms?"
So, he went
and waited for her at the airport, as they had arranged. When she arrived, she
fell down and began to beat herself and cry. He took her in his arms. "My
love, why are you like this and hurt my feelings? I was longing to see you
again. Let's go home now; we never parted—I was always with you." And this
young girl proved herself to be a faithful wife from then on.
And that is
the stance that a man—a husband—should take.
Orthodox
Heritage- Vol.
10, Issue 11-12
BEARING THE SHAME OF CONFESSION
From
"Remember thy First Love" by
Archimandrite Zacharias Zacharou.
Question: In
taking the steps which you have presented W to us, the most difficult thing, I
think, is to overcome the rear of shame. This is what I try to do in my parish.
People will not come to confession although their souls are burdened and things
are driving them crazy, because they cannot overcome the shame to admit their
sins. How do you lead people in this direction?
Answer: I
think that the strength to bear shame is a gift from God. When I was a young
and inexperienced spiritual father, Elder Sophrony told me to encourage the
young people to confess precisely the things of which they are ashamed, for if
they learn to do so, shame is transformed into strength against the passions,
and they will overcome sin. This is precisely what occurred in the person of
Zacchaeus. He bore shame voluntarily, and the Lord, Who was on His was to
Jerusalem in order to suffer the Cross of shame, saw Zacchaeus bearing shame
for His sake and recognized in him a kindred spirit. Zacchaeus had put himself
prophetically in the way of the Christ, in the way of the Cross, and in a
prophetic way the mystery of the Cross and Resurrection of Christ was activated
in the heart of Zacchaeus. His heart was enlarged and he was able to enter into
the power of faith. Christ has saved us through the Cross of shame, so when we
suffer shame for His sake He considers this as gratitude, and in return He
transmits to us His grace which regenerates our life.
This is
exactly what happens in confession. Those who confess sincerely and take upon
themselves the shame for their sins are regenerated. But those who shrug their
shoulders and say, 'Nothing special, the usual things...' they do not bear any
shame, their heart remains unmoved, and they hardly receive any benefit. But
those who, with shame and a contrite heart, strip their souls naked before God
and before another mortal, 'of like passions' (Acts 14:15) with them—that shame
of theirs really finds the heart, humbles it and brings it to the surface. This
then, opens the heart to receive the grace of regeneration, of consolation. We
see this in the life of many that come to us: the greater the shame they bear
with contrition, accusing themselves before God, the greater the grace they
receive to amend their lives and make a new beginning.
Orthodox
Heritage Vol. 10, Issue 11-12
LONG HAIR ON MEN
From the
"Life of Elder Paisios the Athonite
One time a
young man with long hair in a pony-tail came to see the elder. The elder asked
him,
"Hey,
young man, what work do you do?" "I'm a student," he answered.
"Do you have any classes left to pass?" Asked the elder. "I have
eight."
"If you
want to pass them, come over here so I can give you a haircut," he told
him smiling. He went into his cell, brought his scissors and cut his hair. The
young man considered it a blessing, and he told others about it, and they went
to receive a similar blessing. "I've tonsured many people," he would
say laughing. "Elder, what do you do with their hair?" Smiling, he
would answer, "I keep it and give it to the bald." Another time he
mentioned humbly, "If there's a chance that I'll be saved, it will be
through the prayers of mothers. Do you know how many letters I receive in
which, being moved, they thank me, since I convinced their children to cut
their hair and take out their earrings?"
He didn't
want men to have long hair, because he considered it effeminate, and quoted the
passage by the Apostle Paul, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him.
(1 Cor 11:14 ) When he would see young men with long hair he would ask them,
"The dedicated (monastics) and the absent-minded [1] let their hair grow out.
Which of the two are you?"
[1] This is
another clever witticism of the elder's. The words that he chose,
"acpisgomevoi" (those dedicated) and "acfrigrftievoi" (the
absent-minded), are phonetically similar - Ed.
A TRUE STORY...
Translated
from "Raiskie Tsveti Russi Zmli," initially printed by the Russian
Orthodox Youth Committee, Baldivin Place, N. Y, 1984.
Mine eyes
shall be upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me: he that
walketh in a perfect way, he shall serve me. [Pss ioo:6]
During his
stay in Moscow in the spring of 1707, Tsar Peter Alexeevich commissioned Prince
Feodor Yurevich Romodanovsky to organize the penitentiary system. And so,
Romodanovsky set out on an inspection of the Moscow prisons. In the convict
prison, accompanied by an inspector and a guard, he walked along all the
corridors, looking into each cell and inquiring about the prisoners.
Suddenly, one
of the convicts addressed him: "Esteemed Prince! We know that you are a
pious and God-fearing man, that you venerate the memory of the saints,
especially that of our hierarch St. Nicholas the Wonderworker. For his sake,
the merciful one, show thy generous mercy and let me go home for a visit, just
for two days."
"What?!"
Exclaimed the astonished Romodanovsky. "Are you crazy to think of asking
such a thing?"
"I am
fully aware and of sound mind," replied the convict. "I shall add
that in my part of the country the feast of St. Nicholas is particularly
honored. There in the village church is an altar dedicated to him. And besides, I long to see my young wife and my
little children. I want to embrace and to kiss them. Let me go..."
"What kind of a man is this?" Asked the prince. "He murdered one of the tsar's
soldiers," answered the guard. "What kind of soldier?"
"One of
the Preobrazhensk regiment. True,"
added the guard, "it was committed in a fit of anger."
The prisoner
continued: "Merciful prince! It's true, I'm a great criminal. I repent of
my deed before God and man. Nevertheless, I'd like to go home for a visit. I'm
asking for two days only, and be assured that on the third day I shall return
here on my own."
The convict's
frankness impressed the prince, and he asked him, "Who will act as surety
for you?"
"St.
Nicholas the Wonderworker," answered the prisoner. "He will secure me
against any temptation."
Here
Romodanovsky looked the prisoner straight in the eyes, and something warmly
compassionate moved in his soul.
"Unfetter
him and release him for two days," he ordered, pointing to the prisoner.
"Your
honor," said the inspector, "I dare say he will deceive you. He has
only to make it out of the prison and there'll be no trace of him. Nothing in
the world is sacred for these criminals. They are masters of fine speech."
Romodanovsky
pondered these words...
"It's
true," he thought. "Once he leaves the prison where would one look
for him? Maybe he isn't even interested in going home but just wants to be
released and do what he pleases... Obviously, I wasn't thinking when I gave the
order. But once said, there's no turning back; a Romodanovsky doesn't take back
his words."
The prince
looked once again into the open face of the convict and repeated: "Release
him from prison for two days! I have faith that he will return at the appointed
time. His holy surety will guarantee it."
The prisoner
threw himself at the feet of the kind prince, while the inspector, sullen and
pessimistic, ordered the guard to unfetter him.
Twenty versts
from Moscow (a verst is Russian unit of length of approximately one kilometer,
Ed), in the village of Nikolsk, the feast for St. Nicholas the Wonderworker was
in full swing. At the end of the Liturgy the people spilled out from the church
onto the market square. There a colorful picture of a fair presented itself.
The temporarily released prisoner mingled happily in the midst of the crowd. In
his arms he held a beautiful child who clung tightly with his pudgy arms around
the neck of his father. Beside them walked a slender young woman, holding by
the hand a lively boy.
"My
poor, unfortunate husband," said the woman, "don't leave us orphaned.
See how agreeable life is in freedom. But there—prison, fetters. True, you killed one of the tsar's
soldiers. But you did so without evil motive, unintentionally, by accident. Why
must you torment yourself in eternal imprisonment and ruin your unhappy
family!"
"I
can't, my dear," answered the prisoner. "I promised..."
"As a
prisoner, I'm sure you promised many things," continued his wife. "If
you don't return, no one will be able to do anything. Let's hurry away from
here, let's go to the Don. There we can live a free life. Our sons will grow up
to be brave Cossacks and will serve our Tsar batiushka for you."
The prisoner
considered the tempting words of his wife. To go away to the Don, to live in
freedom... But will it be like that? Will it really be good there? And the
conscience? That holy sponsor, who is more powerful than any prison or earthly
exile... What shall I do if I deceive his sacred memory? Everything will be
lost: there will be neither success, nor joy, nor happiness. I shall pine away
worse then a captive slave. It was not in vain that the prince said the Saint
would not permit deception.
Under the
persuasive arguments of his beloved wife, however, the unfortunate man again
began to waver, and he was close to giving in to the decision to run away with
his family. But there in the depths of his soul something powerful stopped him,
turning his mind towards what was just and true. The prisoner listened to this and
thought, "No, Saint Nicholas
won't allow it! I must act according to my conscience."
Taking leave
of his family the next day, he said to them: "Al-though it is difficult
lor me to part with you, I nevertheless feel that my conscience is at peace.
And I trust that he who is my surety will save me from further troubles and
misfortunes."
In two days
time he was already in Moscow and arrived at the prison an hour before
Rodomanovsky drove up. "I was passing by," said the prince to the
inspector who met him, "and I remembered about the convict who called upon
Saint Nicholas to act as his surety. His term of release is up. Has he
returned?"
"Yes,
your honor," replied the inspector. "An altogether extraordinary case. He returned
within the allotted time and is back in prison."
"Most
commendable!" Exclaimed the prince. "Today I'm to see the Tsar and I
shall tell him about this rare case."
The next day
the convict prison was buzzing with the news that in the morning a messenger
had come from the Tsar and had taken the prisoner to the palace. When the
prisoner returned everyone impatiently asked him what the Tsar-batiushka had
said to him.
"Our
majesty," replied the prisoner, "wished to know about the crime for
which I was sentenced. Then, having mercifully heard my admission, he said that
he is reducing my term."
Here the
prisoner crossed himself and added with emotion:
"Glory to
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker who, in a
critical moment, helped me to vanquish my temptation."
And within a
short time the prisoner was set at liberty...
Vol. 10,
Issue 11-18 Page 89 Orthodox Heritage
THE JOY OF GIVING
Source:
"The Messenger, "parish bulletin of the Holy Virgin Cathedral, San
Francisco, January, 1973.
It was the
last year of the war. We had long since grown accustomed to hunger. Our father
received a mere pittance in wages which supported the family with increasing
difficulty. Almost the entire sum went to pay the rent of our small apartment
and my lessons. Poor Papa, working long hours overtime, he was thoroughly
exhausted.
Our situation
became critical. We were being evicted from our apartment, there was no fuel.
The family gathered to confer. What was to be done? Of the family valuables
there remained only our baptismal crosses, the wedding rings, and Papa's gold
medal. Papa announced \ that as difficult as it was, he would have I to part
with the medal.
Early in the
morning our father left for the city. At home we waited anxiously for him. At
last, towards evening, he returned. Heaviness had settled over him like a
cloud; he looked aged and haggard. He had given up the last thing in the house
from his distant homeland, an award he had earned and treasured dearly. For
him, part of his life was now extinguished. We paid off our debts, paid up our
rent, and once again were left penniless.
Christ's
Nativity was approaching. With » my sister's help Mama transformed the i
apartment into a cozy little nest, but even to think of having a tree or a
special holiday dinner was out of the question.
Christmas
Eve. Soon the whole family would be going off to church. All was quiet at home.
The vigil lamp flickered. Suddenly the stillness was pierced by a sharp ring.
Mama went to open the door. A tall, well dressed young man handed her a large
parcel. Before she could say a word he gave bow and disappeared. Our
astonishment knew no limits when there spilled out from the parcel sausages,
cheeses, cans of butter, chocolate and lots of other delicacies. Through a kind
man the Lord had sent us a feast-day meal.
The war came
to an end, and at last fate took pity on us. Papa began to receive a decent
salary, my sister found a position as a stenographer, and I was enrolled at a
university. Life returned to its brighter side, just as it was before the war.
The Feast of
Nativity drew near once again. But this time the house was bustling with
preparations. We shopped for presents, painted the apartment, a maid cleaned
and tidied up, we made ready a sumptuous holiday meal for the celebration...
On the eve,
early in the afternoon, my sister and I were gaily decorating the tree when
suddenly I was struck by the remembrance of the past year's Nativity. Against
the poverty of our former circumstances I clearly saw Mama's face, her eyes
full of tears as she opened the mysterious parcel. A feeling of shame came over
me as I contemplated our present egotism. I threw myself at my sister with the
suggestion that we make haste to help some poor family My sister knew of just
the one.
Within minutes
we were striding through the frosty air. Going into a store, we bought all
kinds of this and that. Then we purchased a small Christmas tree and toy
decorations; we also bought some children's toys. Soon we found ourselves
before the shabby dwelling. We ascended a dark, dismal staircase and knocked at
the door. The gaunt face of a woman, no longer young, peered through the
narrowly opened door ^| and rested with bewilderment upon us and our bundles.
We called the woman by name and she offered us to come in. There was no stove
in the small room. The windows, panes missing, were pasted up with some sort of
cardboard; A dim light illumined the picture of destitution.
We explained
the purpose of our visit and handed the woman the bundle. When my sister placed
the tree on the table, a girl of about seven ran towards us, clapping her hands
with joy. The woman tried to say something but no words came forth, and she
burst into tears. My sister began to comfort her as I left the room, unable to
control the feeling of pity which welled up within me.
We walked
home in silence. People hurried along the streets, laden with packages and
presents. An electrifying holiday atmosphere was in the air. But we, somehow involuntarily,
walked slowly. We couldn't join in this holiday gaiety. I shall never forget
that feeling of heaviness which I then experienced. At the same time, my sister
and I were exceedingly happy. Instead of life's hustle and bustle, our hearts
were sparked by the true light and peace of the holy Feast.
The happiest
times in a man's life are when he helps his neighbor.
Orthodox
Heritage Page 8 Vol. 10, Issue 11-18
Παρασκευή 7 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
Γέροντα, κάθε πού σηκώνομαι την νύχτα ό Γέρο Ιωσήφ με ευωδιάζει.
ΕΙΧΑΜΕ ΠΑΕΙ ΣΕ ΠΑΝΗΓΥΡΙ ΣΤΗΝ
ΔΙΟΝΥΣΙΟΥ και ο παπά-Χαράλαμπος ηγούμενος ή προηγούμενος δεν θυμάμαι, μας έδωσε
από έναν σπόνδυλο στα τρία, δύο Ξενοφωντινοί και έμενα. Μέλι ή μυρουδιά του.
Γέροντα, κάθε πού σηκώνομαι την νύχτα
ό Γέρο Ιωσήφ με ευωδιάζει. Ό δικός μου σταμάτησε. Είμαι οικονόμος, δηλαδή δοχειάρης,
στην αυλή το μαγαζί, ανάμεσα ηγουμενείο και εκκλησία. Πορφύριε.
Πορφύριε έλα. Πετιέμαι έξω και τρέχω στο ηγουμενείο.
Μπαίνουμε στην Αγία Μαγδαληνή. Μπαίνουμε στο ιερό. Μόλις άρχισε πάλι να ευωδιάζει
παιδί μου. Έβαλα στρωτές τρεις μετάνοιες και τον καταφίλησα. Ή ίδια ευωδία με τον
δικό μου. Μέλι. Μελίκτυπος, μελίπυκτον στα βράχια του Άη Βασίλη, της Άγιάννας, στον
γέρο Εφραίμ τον βαρελά. Στην κορυφή του 'Άθωνα τρία μήλα, δροσερά ,
φρεσκοκομμένα, και ήταν Μάιος. Με τον Γέρο Αρσένιο.
Ότι πιάσουμε μισά μισά, έκαναν συμφωνία.
Ό Γέρο Αρσένιος του έδωσε το γεροντιλίκι και ό γέρο Ιωσήφ τους πόνους της
ασκήσεως, μισά μισά ή αρετή και ή αγιοσύνη τους.
Άνθρωποι, άγγελοι, ασώματοι, με πληγωμένα
σώματα, γόνατα καμήλας, δάχτυλα
ροζιασμένα.
Κεριά να καίμε μπροστά σου μάρμαρα
κύματα Λιωμένα.
ΒΙΒΛΙΟΓΡΑΦΙΑ. ΠΟΡΦΥΡΙΟΣ ΗΓΟΥΜΕΝΟΣ.
ΓΙΑΥΤΟ ΚΛΑΙΩ ΚΙ ΕΓΩ
ΕΛΕΓΕ Ο ΠΑΤΗΡ ΓΕΛΑΣΙΟΣ.
Η ΖΩΗ είναι
ένα κουβάρι, εκεί τυλίγεται και εδώ ξετυλίγεται. Κοιτάτε να μην έχει κόμπους το
κουβάρι εκεί.
Έλεγε ό πατήρ Γελάσιος• όσες μέρες
ζής εδώ μικραίνουν την ζωή σου και αυξάνουν την ηλικία. Όσες μέρες θα ζούμε εκεί
θα αυξάνουν την ηλικία και την γνώση του Θεού.
Έλεγε πάλι ό πατήρ Γελάσιος πώς ή
Παναγία. για όσους έρχονται στο Περιβόλι της λέει: Όσους έρχονται στο Περιβόλι
μου. τους ευχαριστώ- όσους μένουν, τους ευγνωμονώ- όσους πεθαίνουν, τους
χρεωστώ.
ΒΙΒΛΙΟΓΡΑΦΙΑ. ΠΟΡΦΥΡΙΟΣ ΗΓΟΥΜΕΝΟΣ.
ΓΙΑΥΤΟ ΚΛΑΙΩ ΚΙ ΕΓΩ
CONTEMPORARY MIRACLES THE LIMITLESS POWER OF THE DIVINE LITURGY
My dear
brothers & sisters in the Living Christ, Glory be to God.
A group of villagers in Greece were
digging in a quarry when suddenly a large section of the quarry collapsed and
crushed those working there. It appeared
initially that everyone who was working in the quarry died. The wife of one of
workers, Argiro, a very poor but pious women, believing that her husband was dead,
requested that the village priest celebrate 40 Divine Liturgies in a chapel
near where the accident took place for the repose of the soul of her
husband. She daily took a prosforo,
a bottle of wine and a candle to the priest.
After the priest had celebrated 20 Liturgies, a demon became very angry
with the great piety of Mrs. Argiro.
The demon, the greatest of all
deceivers in the universe transformed himself into the likeness of a fellow
villager that was known to Argiro. His plan was to dissuade the priest from performing 40 liturgies for
the soul of Argiro husband. He met her one
morning as she was taking the πρόσφορο, the wine and the candle to the
priest in the remote chapel. He said to you: “You should know that the priest
cannot go to the Church today because he has an emergency. You need not trouble yourself by going to the
Church. You can give him your offerings
tomorrow. The demon did this three times
during the course of the forty days when the forty Liturgies were to be
performed. With the passing of time, a big effort was being made to recover the
bodies from the caved in quarry. Forty
days had elapsed since the terrible accident took place and they were digging
ever deeper into the rubble. As they
were digging one day, they reached a point when they suddenly heard a
voice. It was a human voice that was
saying to them; “Be careful, I am alive! Dig carefully, because there are two
rocks hanging just above me and they could fall upon me and kill me.”
They were truly startled at hearing
the voice and they continued digging very carefully around the area where they
heard the voice. They found a man alive
and he happened to be the husband of Άrgiro.
They immediately told Άrgiro that her husband was the one found alive. They all wondered how it was
possible for a man to stay alive for 40 days without food and water. In response
to their amazement, Άrgiro husband told them the following amazing story. He told them that an
invisible being would visit him every day to give him bread, a small container
of wine and a lit candle. He said: “This is what happened to me during the
forty days when I was buried except for three times when I did not eat; neither
did I see a light. I became very upset
over this and I began lament over all the sins I committed in life. I felt this way because the invisible hand of God was no longer
helping me. At this point, I was ready
to die from hunger and thirst.”
Later I saw the lit candle, the bread and the wine being delivered to me by the invisible being as I had seen it before and I glorified the name of God for not forsaking me and allowing me to be saved in such a miraculous way.” When the people heard this amazing story, they glorified the name of God for they were all Christians and were astounded at this miraculous event happening before their very eyes. So, you see my dear brothers and sisters in the living Christ what great power is vested in the sacraments of our Holy Church. This is the power of our Orthodox Faith that is found in the Divine Liturgy and all the sacraments of our Church. May we all be made worthy to experience such miracles in the life of our precious faith
+Fr. Constantine (Charles ) J. Simones
Πέμπτη 6 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
Λέσβος: Η καταστροφή και το θαύμα της κυρίας Γιαννούλας
Συγκλονίζει η ιστορία της κ. Γιαννούλας από το Αμπελικό της
Λέσβου η οποία σώθηκε από τη θεομηνία του περασμένου Σαββάτου στη Λέσβο από
βέβαιο θάνατο.
Τετάρτη 5 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
AND LO, THE STAR... By Fr. Gerasimos, from the Russian "Athonite Patericon. "
And lo, the
star, which they saw in the east, went before them, till it came and stood over
where the young Child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding
great joy. [Mt 2:9-10]
On December
28th, shortly after the Feast of the Nativity, our Holy Orthodox Church
celebrates the memory of St. Simon the Myrrh-gusher through whom the Lord
wrought great wonders. A star, like that which led the Magi to Bethlehem,
miraculously revealed to the saint the site upon which, by divine command, he
was to found a monastery. The monastery was appropriately dedicated to the
Feast of the Nativity and was initially named New Bethlehem (later
Simonopetra). Today, nearly eight centuries later, it is still one of the
flourishing monasteries on Mt. Athos.
The life of
the venerable Simon was arrayed with mighty ascetic feats and miracles not only
during his lifetime but even after his repose, when there gushed forth from his
relics an abundant fount of myrrh in a manner similar to that of the Great
Martyr Demetrios of Thessaloniki. Where he came from, who his parents were, and
where he began his monastic labors, no one knows. Sometime in the 13th century,
he arrived on the Holy Mountain. Recalling the saying of the Fathers that
without obedience one cannot be saved, the venerable Simon sought before all
else to find a spiritual elder, one to whom he could entrust his soul without
reserve, an elder who would be not only a faithful guide unto salvation and a
radiant model of ascetic perfection, but also strict in bodily discipline.
After looking
all over the Holy Mountain, he finally chose out of the multitude of monks
leading virtuous lives, an unknown elder, perfect in all respects in the
ascetic life. He labored in complete submission to his elder, fulfilling all
his obediences with love and zeal and soon attained to such great spiritual
heights that he became known all over the Holy Mountain for his irreproachable
life. Finally, the time came when the elder was convinced that his period of
trial was over. Casting aside his paternal kindness towards the venerable
Simon, he decided to dwell with him as with a brother and on several occasions
he even asked for his advice and counsel.
But instead
of rejoicing over the benevolence and honor bestowed upon him by his elder,
Simon was utterly grieved. He decided to leave, seeking for himself total
reclusion. Expressing his intention to his elder, he asked his blessing amidst
a shower of tears, desiring with heartfelt sorrow that the elder would grant
his consent. In this way, he took leave of his dear elder for whom he had
already become not so much a disciple as another mighty co-struggler in the
angelic life.
For a long
time St. Simon searched all over the Holy Mountain for a secluded hermitage
where no one would know of his existence and no one would find him. Finally,
with God's help, he found a deserted mountainside with caves on the southern part
of the Holy Mountain. Knowing that before him lay the relentless struggle of
unseen warfare, the saint clothed himself with spiritual armor with the help of
the Holy Spirit, taking the cross, prayer, faith, patience, fasting, and
everything that could crush the wily schemes of the demons and raise a man to
angelic purity and childlike simplicity.
It is difficult to recount the fierce
schemes and hidden traps with which Satan tormented and tried to catch unaware
Saint Simon. The holy ascetic, however, boldly trampled upon the brazen
arrogance of his adversary and crushed all his plans. For many years St. Simon
remained secluded within his cave where he manfully endured the constant battle
with the unseen enemies of his soul.
He lived in sorrows and utter deprivation,
lacking even the assurance of his own salvation.
Meanwhile,
hearing of the severity of his life and in particular of his spiritual
discernment and insight, many monks on the Holy Mountain began to come to him
and to receive great spiritual benefit from his soul-profiting counsel, thus
fulfilling the word of God: A city that is set on a hill cannot he hid. (Mt
5:14). Together with those who came to him, Simon was accounted worthy to
receive from the Lord the gift of foreknowledge. However, through his humility
he grew weary of such earthly honor, and he sought refuge from the disturbance
created by all those who came to him. He was burdened by the stream of visitors
which, it seemed to him, only served as a hindrance to his desire for a life of
seclusion. He yearned, therefore, to abandon his dwelling for a yet more
isolated one. But God, desiring the well-being and salvation of each and
everyone, prevented the realization of his desire in the following way.
One night,
while persevering in prayer, the righteous one saw outside his cave, as if
before his very eyes, the effulgence of a divine light; an ineffable fragrance
spread all around him and he heard a loud voice: Simon, Simon, thou faithful
friend and servant of my Son! Do not go away from here. I shall glorify this
place; you shall be its guiding light, and your name shall be glorified. Out of
caution, Simon chose at first not to believe this vision, not desiring to fall
into the nets of the evil one; for he knew, according to the word of the
Apostle, that Satan could transform himself into an angel of light.
Nevertheless, he continued to ponder upon the actual source of the voice. This
took place shortly before the Feast of the Nativity of Christ.
Then, one night,
walking outside his cave, he saw a strange apparition: a star descended from
the heavens and came to rest just above the rocky cliffs where later the holy
monastery was to be situated. This same vision repeated itself on the following
evenings; but the venerable Simon was still fearful. Was it possible that this
was solely one of the consequences of 1 his intense spiritual warfare? And he
continued to distrust the vision.
When the Eve
of the Nativity of Christ arrived, he saw in a dream a brilliant star and heard
a divine voice: Simon! You must build a monastic dwelling here. I myself shall
help you. Cast aside your doubts, or you shall be punished for your unbelief.
The same voice spoke to him three times. At that time (as he later related to his
disciples) it seemed to him that he was in Bethlehem of Judea, in the very
place where the shepherds were tending their flocks, and he heard the sweet
sound of angelic singing: Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good
will toward men: fear not, for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which
shall be to all people. (Lk 2:14, 2:10). After this, said the saint, all fear
and uneasiness were dispelled from my soul and I rejoiced in spirit, and
secretly beheld the scene in Bethlehem; there, before the manger, the Sovereign
Lady stood before the Divine Child, lying in swaddling clothes.
Several days
after the Feast of the Nativity, three rich men, brothers after the flesh, came
to the venerable one. They confessed all their sins and began persuasively to
entreat him to permit them to live in obedience under his direction. After a
brief period of trial and testing, St. Simon revealed unto them, as to his own
sons according to the spirit, the divine vision. More than once he related to
them the vision concerning the building of a monastery on the neighboring
cliffs, asking them not to speak of this to anyone while he was still alive
until the proper time. Hearing all this, the brothers with love offered to the
saintly elder all of their earthly wealth for the construction of the
monastery, and in accordance with the saint's wish and blessing, they offered
immediately to prepare everything necessary for such an important and
God-pleasing labor.
All necessary
preparations were made. They had yet to learn, however, of the exact site for
the foundation upon which the monastery was to be built. When St. Simon directed
the brothers to the location where the church and other buildings were to be
constructed they were horrified, seeing the sheer cliffs which, according to
his orders, were to serve as the monastery's foundation. "Are you trying
to fool us, Abba?" they asked the saint, "or are you speaking the
truth? How can this be the site, when that cliff might be quite dangerous for
the workers and even more so for those that will dwell here. If this is your
desire, we shall surely oppose you!"
The matter
was left undecided. In the meantime, seeing that he could not convince them to
proceed with the work, St. Simon ordered the trapeza meal to be served. While
they were eating, one of the saint's disciples who was bringing wine to the
table, lost his balance, through the prompting of a demon, and fell off the
cliff into a great abyss; still holding in one hand a pitcher and in the other
several glasses of wine. Stricken with horror at this sudden tragedy, the
spokesman of the brothers strongly rebuked the venerable one: "Behold,
Abba, what has already been wrought by these deadly crags before you have even
begun your undertaking. How many similar incidents of such a frightful death
will occur if we should agree to build the monastery here."
The saint did
not answer but secretly prayed to the Sovereign Lady Theotokos that he would
not be put to shame in placing his trust in her intercession. "Who can
tell of all thy miracles, O Sovereign Lady, and who can praise thy
majesty?" What happened next was entirely unexpected: the brother who had
fallen over the precipice suddenly appeared before them. Through the
intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos he was not only perfectly whole and
unscathed, but he even held the glasses and pitcher from which not a drop of
wine had spilled!
Such a
miracle brought fear and trembling upon the laborers. They fell to their knees
before the saint and beseeching forgiveness said: "Now we know, O father,
that you are truly a man of God." With heartfelt sincerity they were all grateful
to be numbered among the saint's disciples and were soon accounted worthy of
the angelic habit. Then, under the immediate supervision of the venerable Simon
himself, his disciples, formerly simple laborers, proceeded with the
construction of the Monastery.
The
situation, however, was such that before anything else it was necessary to lay
the foundation. According to the instruction of the saint, they were to use a
nearby stone of enormous size. The elder ordered them to move it, but they,
forgetting about the miracle of the unspilled wine, were of the firm opinion
that not only was it impossible for them with their combined efforts to move
that massive weight, but that it could not even be budged. They stood there
bewildered, not having the slightest idea what to do.
Seeing this,
the saint approached them and, making the sign of the life-giving Cross on the
stone, he single-handedly lifted it upon his shoulder and carried it to the
designated site. In this way he demonstrated in actual fact the truth of the
word which the Lord spoke unto the Apostles: Verily I say unto you, if ye have
faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence
to yonder place; and it shall remove. (Mt 17:20). That such a man, whose body
was weakened by fasting and ascetic labor, should lift such a weight far
exceeding human strength, can only serve as a testimony of God's almighty power
and His readiness to help those who turn to Him with faith.
Having
established the monastery which he named New Bethlehem, and having spent his
life in God-pleasing labors, St. Simon reposed on the 28lh of December, 1287.
On the morning of the next day, in the presence of the entire brotherhood, the
face of the righteous one shone with a wondrous light. After his soul had
ascended unto the choirs of the righteous, a fragrant myrrh issued forth from
his holy relics through which St. Simon worked many miracles to the glory of
God, for kings, monks, and laymen.
Many years
after the saint's earthly departure, a pious Serbian king helped to greatly
enlarge and rebuild the monastery in honor of its founder. Since that time it
has been known as Simonopetra, or the "Rock of Simon." Today it is
perhaps one of the most awe-inspiring architectural monuments in the world, a
standing testimony to the power of faith and God's good will toward men.
Vol. 10,
Issue 11-18
Page 9
Orthodox Heritage
Τρίτη 4 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
ΙΕΡΑ ΜΗΤΡΟΠΟΛΙΣ ΣΙΣΑΝΙΟΥ ΚΑΙ ΣΙΑΤΙΣΤΗΣ. Η Μητρόπολή μας φέτος, συνεχίζοντας το ενδιαφέρον της για τους πτωχούς, θα διενεργήσει τον ΕΡΑΝΟ ΤΗΣ ΑΓΑΠΗΣ, που γίνεται κάθε χρόνο αυτές τις ημέρες, με διαφορετικό τρόπο.
Ο Μητροπολίτης μας κ. Παύλος έγραψε μία επιστολή, που
απευθύνεται στον καθένα προσωπικά. Η επιστολή αυτή θα μοιραστεί στους πιστούς
κάθε ενορίας, μέσα σε ειδικό φάκελο, την Κυριακή 9 Δεκεμβρίου 2012.
Ολόκληρη η επιστολή έχει ως εξής:
ΙΕΡΑ ΜΗΤΡΟΠΟΛΙΣ ΣΙΣΑΝΙΟΥ ΚΑΙ ΣΙΑΤΙΣΤΗΣ
Χριστούγεννα 2012
Αγαπητοί μου Αδελφοί,
Σε λίγες ημέρες έρχονται Χριστούγεννα!
Σε λίγες ημέρες ο
Θεός λυγίζει τους ουρανούς και έρχεται στη γη μας!
Σε λίγες ημέρες ο πλούσιος στην αγάπη και στο έλεος Θεός,
γίνεται πτωχός για
να πλουτίσουμε εμείς με τη δική Του φτώχεια!
Σε λίγες ημέρες ο Θεός γίνεται άνθρωπος, για να γίνουμε
εμείς θεοί και παιδιά
του Θεού.
Θέλω να σας παρακαλέσω να τον μιμηθούμε!
Έρχονται Χριστούγεννα σημαίνει: Ελάτε να έλθουμε πιο κοντά ο
ένας στον
άλλο!
Έρχονται Χριστούγεννα σημαίνει: Να λυγίσουμε ο καθένας από όποια θέση
κι αν είμαστε, για να πλησιάσουμε αυτόν που είναι παρακάτω
από εμάς.
Έρχονται Χριστούγεννα σημαίνει: Όσο πτωχοί κι αν είμαστε, να
γίνουμε
λίγο πιο πτωχοί, για κάποιον που είναι χειρότερα από εμάς!
Παρακαλώ, για την συμμετοχή όλων στον
ΕΡΑΝΟ ΤΗΣ ΑΓΑΠΗΣ
Από τον φάκελο που έχει αυτό το γράμμα, κράτα το γράμμα και
στον άδειο φάκελο βάλε όποια χρηματική βοήθεια μπορείς. Τη λιγότερη ή τη λίγο
περισσότερη. Κλείσε το φάκελο, και την επόμενη Κυριακή φέρ’ τον στην Εκκλησία
και δώσ’ τον στον Ιερέα ή τους Επιτρόπους ή ρίχ’ τον στο παγκάρι. Ώστε, όλοι να
χαρούμε Χριστούγεννα. Όλων το τραπέζι να είναι καλύτερο. Έτσι τα Χριστούγεννα,
στο φτωχικό σου τραπέζι θα έχεις φιλοξενήσει τον Χριστό!!!
Με την αγάπη του Χριστού
Ο Σισανίου και Σιατίστης Παύλος
http://siatistaagiosnikolaos.gr/2012/12/03/%CE%AD%CF%81%CE%B1%CE%BD%CE%BF%CF%82-%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82-%CE%B1%CE%B3%CE%AC%CF%80%CE%B7%CF%82/
Δευτέρα 3 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
Κυριακή 2 Δεκεμβρίου 2012
π. Ανδρέας Κονάνος "Ατέλειωτες ενοχές"
π. Ανδρέας Κονάνος "Ατέλειωτες ενοχές"
Νεανική Σύναξη Αγίας Σοφίας Ν. Ψυχικού
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