fasting or feasting?

The Psalter Prayer Book

 

“The more deeply we grow into the psalms and the more often we pray them as our own,

the more simple and rich will our prayer become.”

― Dietrich Bonhoeffer

 

Today begins for Orthodox Christians our preparations toward the Nativity and it is such a gratitude that psalter prayer groups begin today in countless Orthodox Churches and social media groups.  Especially for moms, between this weekend and Nativity most everything becomes a blur.   If you have kids there are lots of Christmas concerts and pageants and festivities that all require their share of running around and planning and time.  Each one of them is a joy –  but if we’re honest, most people find that need for balance, focus and silence catches up with them because there is so much to do and it all just blends together.

Those holiday hectivities (I just made that word up) is one reason I am so fortunate that for the past many many years I have been with a local Psalter Prayer group formed by an extraordinary group of prayerful women – I’ve learned so much from them.

One thing in particular I have learned is that the whole body of us is so much greater than the sum of our persons.  That is because when we start praying the Kathismas on the 15th the entire psalter along with our individual intentions and commemorations will be offered daily.  That is a mighty thing.

Praying a Kathisma is about twenty minutes that often passes so quickly, one feels they have barely begun.

What else I have learned from these prayer warriors is that on those days when I fail in my prayers I know that I have been born on the prayers of others.

It’s the beginning of the Nativity Fast, most of us are having some combination of veggies and beans for the next forty days, and yet feasting on the Psalms we lack nothing.  May this Nativity Season be blessed and bountiful for you and for all of us!




just good

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“and they told about the things that happened on the road, and how He was made known to them in the breaking of bread” (Luke 24:35) . . . Or in the simple gift of coffee and a donut.

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This summer I went on vacation with my dad for the first time in 40 years, but that’s not what this blog post is about.  It’s about the enormous power of kindness.   My dad had two long days of driving from Florida, 400 miles each – to get to us on the beaches of the Carolinas.   He was exhausted when he arrived but told us over dinner that when he went to pay at the last rest stop for his coffee & donut the cashier said that the gentleman in front of him (an African American man) had already paid for his order.

My dad knew his appearance, because they had chatted briefly in line.  He hurried from the register to look for the kind stranger to give thanks but found that he had already left.

Gone.

I was so overjoyed to hear that, in his absence my dad thanked God for the man, the coffee, the donut and the gift. ❤️ The next morning I read the scripture above in my daily readings and it brought to mind my dad’s encounter.

To be honest, the whole story had me almost crying but we were in a restaurant, so I kept it in check…. But I asked my dad if the gentleman left him a card with a scripture verse – because our local Christian radio has the “Drive thru Difference”.

You pay for the person behind you but leave the card that says someone cares and has a scripture verse – but nothing.  So it was just out of the pure goodness of his heart that he did it.

No promotions – no gimmicks – no recognition.

Just good – uplifting – kind.

Grace working in the lives of ordinary people.



beneath the basil

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Yesterday Orthodox Christians celebrated the Elevation of the Life Giving Cross. When commemorating the Life Giving Cross,  we are also drawn to Saint Helen, a holy woman of Christ and the mother of Constantine the Great.

There is a rather unknown story about her, that maybe even most Orthodox Christians do not know, which is that most of her relics rest in Paris, in a cave beneath the altar of the Church of Saint Leu – Saint Gilles – an unknown Church on one of the worst streets in Paris.

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I have always loved Paris. My husband travels there every year and we have often accompanied him.  After years of having seen all the major tourist sites we began to seek out Orthodoxy in France – greatly encouraged by Saint John Maximovitch. 


It turns out that Saint Helen’s first resting place was Rome and the translation of her relics to Paris is a remarkable story and speaks to a depth of Faith which allows for the Grace of God working in our lives – just as that depth of Faith and spiritual vision led Saint Helen, a woman with the faith of a child, to dig beneath sweet holy Basil to unearth the true Cross.  


The story of her translation to Paris is that it was medieval times – during the 9th century – and a simple holy monk from France was in Rome.  He was granted a revelation to take the relics of Saint Helen to his monastery. He was a humble man and he followed what God spoke to him. 


This was not a planned informed ceremonial transfer.  He just quietly took her relics – a.k.a. he swiped them.   As you can imagine, when he brought her relics to his monastery of Hautvelliers he was not met with cheers but with surprise and disbelief.  This is recorded in the chronicles of the monastery.

What the Abbot wanted to know first is whether this was fraudulent and second if the relics had actually been stolen, because if misappropriated relics were now in his monastery, his relationship with Rome would need some repair. 


Word was sent to the Pope and indeed Saint Helen had been reported missing, not surprisingly from the time the monk claimed to have lifted them. 

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But what is striking of the story is that the Pope was a holy monk of Christ with a depth and vision of Faith. When he learned of the revelation and the miracles which dovetail Saint Helen’s journey to France, he stopped and he prayed.

Ultimately, instead of requesting their return to Rome he allowed for the will of God and Saint Helen.

He understood that in the history of salvation and of the Church, Saints have often chosen their own resting place.  He was willing to allow for the Providence of God.

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Similarly, the monastery Abbot was also a man of God and a righteous man.  He tested the monk to be sure they had not been deceived.  And so it is also recorded in the monastery chronicles that the monk underwent a test with a cauldron of boiling water.  The humble monk willingly entered the boiling water.  The Abbot only asked him to do it once.  The monk emerged from the water, whole.  Thus he demonstrated not only the sincerity of his faith to bear his Cross, but his devotion to the intercessions of Saint Helen  and the truth of the revelation.   Also, very importantly, it confirmed the integrity of the monastery.

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Of all the Churches in Paris we have visited, this Church was the most difficult to find – for the taxi driver too.  It is a Catholic Chuch, and even within the Church Saint Helen’s relics are not apparent but rather hidden in the sanctuary.  But that east meets west here is clear, for on the walls and in the cave are Byzantine icons of Saint Genevieve the patron Saint of Paris, Christ, Saint Symeon the Hospitality of Abraham and others.

We came to this Church in the early evening and after spending time with Saint Helen, we began to leave, except that a service was beginning.  So, we decided to stay for what was likely Vespers, a Gladsome Light and just a little bit of a Byzantine current bringing life to the chanting.  It was beautiful!

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It was an article in Roads to Emmaus Journal where we learned of the history of Orthodoxy in France.  In it a salient point is made, which is what would happen in the distracted age of today under such circumstances?

“The pope’s decision about St. Helen was similar; he saw God’s hand in it.  Our century, undoubtedly, would proclaim, “Return! Punish!”

Probably the relics would be returned and the monk would be punished.”

It’s a consideration.  Do we have the depth of Faith, not only to rightly worship (Orthodoxy) but to also allow for the Grace of God to work with the raw material of what is often the mess of peoples lives?  Do we actually believe that God exists beyond the tidy order of our liturgics and rubrics and that like the Potter he completes the work He begins in the lives of His people (Philippians 1:6)?

The answers to these questions are deeply personal, and speak to the heart of our relationship with God (the Father Son and Holy Spirit).

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For more information about Orthodoxy in France, read this article from Roads to Emmaus journal.

O Lord, save Thy people and bless Thine inheritance!

 


the Voice of Truth

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These beautiful sheep live about an hour away, at our local monastery.   At a recent visit, our dear Abbess told us a story of how these sheep have really brought the Gospel to life, even for the nuns.  It is that

My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me” (John 10:27).

This summer at their annual summer camp, they taught a beautifully enlightening and memorable hands on lesson to the children about Christ – the Good Shepherd, and how He truly knows His sheep and the sheep know Him Who gives them eternal life.  They brought this parable to life to the kids about how the sheep will not follow the voice of the hireling, who does not lay down his life for the sheep.

The nuns brought the children to the sheep and each and every one of the campers called the sheep in exactly the same way as the shepherd at the monastery does.

Do you know what?  Those sheep were not fooled.  They did not respond to the kids, not a one of them.  But when the sister shepherd voice they know called to them, all the sheep ran to her – every one.

This is a treasure lesson these kids will never forget.  We are all sheep in a world offering many voices but only One is the Good Shepherd.  May it always be that we hear and respond to His Voice.

 


small beginnings

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Begin again… every September 1st is the renewal of the Liturgical cycle of the Orthodox Church – this Gladsome Light dawning a new year of Grace.

Redeeming the time

Seeking Christ.  The Scriptures, Grace, a life of mercy and repentance are not only woven through the Liturgy but throughout the tapestry of our lives.  Just as He pursues us, He wants us to seek Him and He wants to be found with our whole heart.

Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.  He is unchanging, but we are not.  We come to Him new each and every day.  Each day, each year brings its own pain, joy, crosses, mercies and love in our lives and those that surround us.  We are bound together in this time that we have – here and now.

And so, just as the sun rises in the east each morning, Orthodox Christians again and again, celebrate the Feasts of Christ, the Theotokos and the Saints :: from the  Grace pouring forth from a young girls small, lowly but hidden ‘yes’ to the awesome humility of Christ’s glorification.

It seems like such a little way, but is really is a door open to Grace, this beautiful tradition to place an icon of the Theotokos on our doorsteps – ushering in the rhythm of the Church throughout the liturgy and litanies of life.

As a convert, walking in an ancient faith, one always learning and growing…   Last year was the first time we practiced this tradition. I didn’t feel quite right placing the Theotokos on the ground – something about reverence – so this year I placed Panagia on a wine crate on the front porch.  I’m sure the neighbors are just looking at our porch like ‘huh?’


the beauty of change

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It happens without fail every year.  I think I only notice it for having lived in this area my whole life.  This past week, the faintest scent of the coming Fall has hung in the early morning dewy air.   You only smell it in the morning.   I don’t know why.

A few weeks ago, a little golden angel leaf is the first fallen leaf on the deck.  None of the other leaves have changed color… yet.

When I was a young girl, that faint aroma of moldering leaves always reminded me of the beginning of school, but now it brings the recollection of the approaching end and beginning of the Liturgical Calendar just beyond the Dormition of the Theotokos.

Another years journey through complete cycle of Christ’s birth to His glorification.. the mystery of Christ and the salvation of mankind.   A new school year approaches… in the school of repentance.


falling and rising within you

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“True self discover occurs only within the consciousness of the Church. Becoming one with the Body of the Church, and living within its assurance and certitude enables you to be free from changes, anxiety and sadness.

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Troubles simply come come and go, passing by like waves, but they will never be able to drown you.  You have become like the shore, unmoved by the pounding of the sea.  The waves will come and crash all around but you no longer fear them.   Instead they remind you  of the endless waves of the Holy Spirit rising and falling within you.”

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Elder Aemilianos of Simonopetra

the Way of the Spirit

(p. 137-138)