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!

 


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)


nourishing grace

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What food is for the body, the Spirit is for my life. The Spirit is the foundation of my very existence, He gives life to all flesh. “By the Holy Spirit every soul is given life”

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Elder Aemilianos of Simonopetra

the Way of the Spirit (p. 122)


dependable blessings

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My husband and I have both lived in one geographic area our whole lives and this has really nurtured the blessing of what to expect seasonally, with the assurance of things to come.

Even amidst all of our rushing around, seasonal patterns emerge from the blur of the busyness of life.  Like that every late May to early June in our neck of the world, we get tons of iridescent dragonflies hatching from the creeks and fluttering through the woods where I walk.

I love it and look for it each year.  This year it seemed like they came a little late – and I thought maybe I had missed it!  Then finally a few weeks ago those little dragonflies were everywhere!

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There is an immense similarity in embracing the Liturgical cycle of the year, as the faithful live the seasons of our lives within the seasons of the Faith.  The services of the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Orthodox Church offers a certain stability of place.  Living within the Liturgical cycle of the Church is so grounding and needful.

A monk of the eastern Church has said that to live “the liturgical year forms Christ in us.”

Redeeming the time.  Over many years, the pattern of the Liturgical cycle comes into focus, like the gears of a clock, the beauty of it all fits together.  The faithful anticipate and are comforted by the coming seasons of fasting with the assurance of the awaiting feast.  This steadfast enduring call to remember our first Love, inclines the soul onward, as one walks with Christ and participates in this Liturgical dialogue – which is a song of renewal, a honeycomb of sweet wisdom, and the Hymn of salvation.

In this day and age, not every family is able to live in the suburbs of one city their whole life.  That’s okay.  The reality is that no matter where the faithful live – we have same stability of place in the timeless, salvific geographic terrain of the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Orthodox Faith.

This is the unity of the faithful – that every Orthodox Church in every city or land preaches the same Christ and has the same Liturgical seasons.  We are rooted and grounded walking through the daily Scriptures, minding the seasons of fasting and festal celebrations of the year,  adoring our Most Holy Theotokos, commemorating the Saints, making room for the formation of Christ in us, through a life of repentance and receiving Him at each Eucharist.

The Orthodox Faith is nourishing, sober, seasonal, stable, relevant and True.  While our own lives can often encounter that which is unexpected, no matter where one lives – Christ and His Church are the same yesterday today and forever.

This is a tremendous dependable blessing and gift.

 

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wholesale Grace

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“The trumpet shall sound” – in the Costco.
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Someone came in with a trumpet, and from where you are standing in the back of the warehouse a beautiful majestic sweet music, wafts through the air and emanates from somewhere in the front of store.  Notes made even fuller as they echo off the metal walls.  A trumpet plays “amazing grace”.  It permeates the air.

You are drawn to it and follow the notes “amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see” and as you move toward the front of the store the melody ends and people are clapping.  But you never see who is the one with the trumpet.

A certain peace fills the air of the warehouse and everyone returns to shopping.  The Pentecostal life : the sweet melody of that trumpet is something like the grace which pursues each of us, every day.  Most abundantly we find this grace within the walls of the Orthodox Church.  The grace of thanksgiving, the Liturgy, and especially in partaking of the Eucharist, when we receive Christ Himself.

But like a hen gathering her chicks, God continually pursues all of His children – perhaps even breaking through the noise and bustle of the everyday ordinary.  May the ears of the world hear.

“They will be my people, and I will be their God.” (Jeremiah 32:38)


anaphora of love

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“Love isn’t something that comes from our hearts,

but rather from the heart of God.

And this love penetrates our hearts and minds,

from where it flows out to others,

ultimately returning to God”

Elder Aemilianos of Simonopetra Monastery

the way of the spirit (p.90)

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Thine own of Thine own.


make a rule

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Make yourself a rule always to be with the Lord, keeping your mind in your heart, and do not let your thoughts wander; as often as they stray, turn them back again and keep them at home in the closet of your heart, and delight in converse with the Lord.

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Saint Theophan the Recluse