the least cry of your soul

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Let us have confidence in God, remembrance and love toward Him  The Holy Mountain has shown us that the Grace of God is active everywhere   Do you know what Saint John Damascene calls Divine Grace : a vault of God

There where you are sitting, where for years you have been expecting God and not found Him… He all of a sudden leaps and enters you, embraces you, kisses you and fills you with the breath of His nostrils, with His love, His being, His Trinity!!

It is as easy for God to leap and come into our lives as it is for anyone to jump.

just as He leaps on the peaks of Athos, as Ge gets into the boats, the caves, the crannies… everywhere comprehending the tears and the pains of Athonites, so He comprehends the least cry of your soul, of the souls of all of us.

Elder Aemilianos

of Simonopetra Monastery


the most divine element

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Prayer is the most divine element that exists within man   It transports us to God and is the means by which we are bound to Him   Through prayer the communion of the Persons of the Trinity is made available to us and becomes the form of our own communication with God

Thus it is not a question of reciting this or that prayer, but rather that everything within us should become a prayer, that we should be praying in everything through all prayer

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elder Aemilianos of simonopetra monastery

the way of the spirit (p 224)


train your senses

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Christians are the “real” realists.  The Son of God by his Incarnation has demonstrated that the world is filled with symbols of God.  These symbols that God has planted in the world testify not only to His existence, but also to the goodness of His Creation.  By the example of His own life, Christ teaches us that through our senses we may commence our spiritual journey, and that He will receive us into Paradise in the full integrity of our humanity, body and soul united in communion with Him.

Vigen Guroian

the Fragrance of God


thanksgiving is

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“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.” – Henry David Thoreau

Father Alexander Schmemann of blessed memory says that thanksgiving and joy are the essential elements of a life in Christ and Saint John of Kronstadt says that the soul involuntarily longs to praise God.  This blessed gift is already present within each us but requires tending and nurture.

To give thanksgiving is to bless and also to love, for when we give thanks we return and offer back to God what He has bestowed to us.

Gratitude is fertilizer to the soil of prayer germinating seeds of hope, patience in tribulation, and a tissue blessing tears.

Thanksgiving is Eukharistia and seeks not to be right but rather righteousness and it is yielding and forgiving; grounded in reality.

Thanksgiving is healing and the candlelight of vigil.  It rejoices with those who rejoice and mourns with those who mourn (Romans 12:35).  It seeks no glory but glorifies.

Offering thanks gives much peace to the present moment, and cultivates wonder at the fragrant act of a costly oil of spikenard, poured upon and anointing the feet of Jesus.


little lent

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“In the earliest Christian tradition, the Cross that bore Christ is the Tree of Life that, long hidden within the earth, sprang up from the rock of Golgotha.  Every tree that I plant and that I grow in my garden reminds me that the cross is my redemption, that the reward from my agony in the garden is the blossom of an everlasting rose.”

Vigen Gurioan

From the Cross Christ gave thanks.

Eukharistia.

He blessed it.

Life calls unto Life and Deep to deep leading us forward on our little Lent into Nativity.

Temperatures for many are dropping and we hope for beautiful snow and frost to blanket the earth.   Give us a white Nativity!   Yet do not be fooled by exterior seasons of weather – no matter how cold.  For the crystalline silver-white cold of winter melts into spring before the interiorly warm hidden beating heart vigil candles of Orthodox Christian pilgrims preparing whole hearts yes, our whole beings to receive the cherished promised God-man-babe, in Whom we all live and move and have our being.



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.