Where the Soul goes away after death—The Great Journey
+ Elder Efraim, St. Andrew Skete
Our soul is taken out by Christ, with the executive minister Archangel Michael, to whom He gives the command. Archangel Michael is the one who “takes out” our soul by the command of the Lord. It is a supreme honour for us Orthodox that our Christ has appointed the leader of the Angels, Archangel Michael, to take out the soul of every Orthodox Christian.
When the leader comes to take the soul, not the officer, the soldier, but the leader, it means that we are princes! Like likes like. “Birds of a feather flock together”. The baptized Orthodox are the spiritual princes of the Kingdom of Heaven. It is the greatest honor that Michael, the leader of all Angels, comes!! He is cheerful, joyful and not at all strict, as some want to present or depict him… Angels have nothing to do with fear, terror and ugliness… Especially the Archangels Michael and Gabriel… If some are afraid, it is not from the sight of the Angel, but from the sight of their own unrepentant state… As at the sight of our Christ, some are demonized and go to hell because the unrepentant people themselves are not receptive to the divine vision.
So the Angels come, the demons come, the Saints come, the senses are dulled, and when the eyes, the physical eyes, fall asleep, then the soul with the mind sees everything. The soul has already entered the sphere of eternity of the other world before it even leaves the body. These are the last moments, the last photographs from which we can determine whether this soul is judged or is saved…
These are some secrets that the saints have revealed to Gerondes to pay attention to and discern … That is, if there is anxiety or sweating… the movements of the eyes right and left, up and down, the movements of the hands, the change of colour, screams or blasphemous expressions, a stench emitted from the mouth of the soul-bleeding person or from the environment, or agitation and fear, an increased heart rate and sweating, shared by the rest of us, in an incomprehensible way… all these mean that we have the presence of demons and that something is wrong… We must then be very careful and perform many forty-five liturgies.
But when he falls asleep, from the moment the guardian angel receives the soul, then such grace and cheerfulness are painted on the reliquary that you constantly want to be near him without fear or hesitation… These are perhaps the last moments because time is measured as the burial and at that moment we are given the opportunity by God to experience this mystical spectacle…
This is very important for us. We do not feel the separation… We want to be constantly close to the dying person… There was a monk that his “death-agony” lasted fifteen whole hours, and I was by his side all this time until his final breath. He had a little difficulty, but in the end he was saved… His death-agony lasted many hours and was exhausting for everyone…
So Archangel Michael takes the soul and delivers it into the hands of other Angels who depart for the aerial toll houses. As for the Guardian Angel, he stands next to the relic and does not leave until the burial. When there are cases when the burial is delayed (due to some circumstances, e.g. group deaths) the Guardian Angel remains near the deceased relic until the body is buried… As a debt of honour!
This is very important! Nonetheless, the soul, together with the other Angels, begins its journey…
The Valley of the Shadow of Death By George Inness, 1867
Physical (biological) death vs “brain death”
Is physical death the same as “brain death”? No! A “brain dead” patient may be in a coma and apnea, but most of his organs are functioning with appropriate medical support; so, when his organs are removed, he is still warm, his heart is still working, and his blood is circulating! (1)
They will tell you that organs are taken when the person is dead. This is not true. There are several recorded cases of “brain dead” people who came back from this state. The vital organs of the “donors” are taken while they are still ALIVE, resulting in a violent interruption of their life during the process of taking their organs. Many leading scientists in Greece and abroad (2) express serious scientific objections and do not hesitate to even propose the complete abandonment of the concept of “Brain Death”.
Professor of Pediatric Anesthesiology at the leading University of the USA, Harvard, and Director of the Intensive Care Unit at the University Children’s Hospital, Boston, Dr. Robert D. Truog states: “Brain Death remains incoherent in theory and confusing in practice. Furthermore, the only purpose that this concept (of brain death) serves is to facilitate the search for organs for transplantation. That is why, after all, the concept of “brain death” was “invented” only in 1968 by some Harvard scientists.”
The fact of death is a great mystery, the Holy Fathers of the Church tell us, and no one knows nor will ever know when (at what exact moment) the soul separates from the body… As long as the heart is functioning, the soul is united with the body.
Saint Paisios of Mount Athos, when asked about transplants, he categorically opposed the transplantation of vital organs (organs without which the donor cannot continue to live), for two reasons: First: “it constitutes an impermissible intervention, opposing the creative work of God, on the one hand, by killing the donor, and on the other by creating in us the conceit of animating the recipient.” And second: “It will become a cause for inventing ways to kill the sick in order to take their organs.”
Saint Porphyrios was also opposed to the transplantation of solid organs from “brain-dead” people. He made the following recommendation to a couple who wanted to donate the organs of their child after a serious accident: “There is only one death. Donate only the cornea of the eyes…” A person in a state of so-called “brain death” is a seriously ill patient but not dead… By taking vital organs from a “brain dead” patient, he is forcibly led to definitive clinical death… this action, by the criteria of Orthodox Theology, is equivalent to Murder.
They will say that organ donation is self-sacrifice and a noble act, an act of humanity and altruism. This is not true… The one who determines when we will die is our Creator and not us. In the Old and New Testaments, as well as in the Hymnography of our Church, it is emphasized that the Creator alone is the master of life and death. Even when there is consent, the “DONATION” of VITAL ORGANS IS NOT SELF-SACRIFICE, because it takes away from the donor the possibility of repentance, that is, to say, even at the last moment, “Forgive me, my God” and for God to possibly save his soul.
By a beloved brother in Christ, Stavros Amfoterodexios (cf. “Ehud the son of Gera, the son of Benjamin, a man equally adept with both of his hands” Judges 3:15)
1. Dr. Alan Shewmon, internationally renowned Professor of Pediatric Neurology at UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles).
2. K. Karakatsanis 2001, E. Panagopoulos 1998, M. Vrettos 1999, I. Kountouras 1999, K. Christodoulides 1995, N. Balamoutsos 1999, N. Konstantinidis 1999, M. Giala 1999, A. Avramidis 1995, P. Kougias 1999, A. Goulianos 1999, etc.) and abroad (R.D. Truog 1992, D.A. Shewmon 1997, R.M. Taylor 1997, etc.),
Let us put aside the curses for the guilty and the hypocritical accusations of God – We ourselves first owe to Aggelos (Angel) an apology.
A three-year-old martyr. This is the Angel who made all of Greece cry. A little angel that no one heard, no one saw, no one understood the unspeakable torture he was going through. Not because there were no opportunities. But because in this case the brain-dead person is one: our society.
It is not possible that there was no doctor, an acquaintance or even a passerby who saw signs of abuse. But the same mentality prevails. Where should I go to… to get involved ? Let me not get into any… trouble too. Have we forgotten how a few months ago a girl had fallen prostrate on the road, hit by a car on Athens Avenue, and the passing cars passed her as if she were an inanimate object?
Perhaps little Angel was born to show us the monster in the mirror again. Perhaps he was a destined martyr for our Colosseum. He came with wings and leaves with wreaths. Every blow, every bruise, every cigarette stub, every cry of complaint, is a nail in the coffin of a society that has become alienated. To the point of not realizing that a hell exists next door. Or even worse, pretending not to realize it.
Thousands of prayers have been said for Aggelos, but our materialistic system has evicted miracles. God’s final signature has been replaced by the signature of a doctor. The sacred mystery of death is being mashed up in the gears of godless science. The relatives gave their consent for organ transplant, as soon as it was certified that the brain was not responding. An unfathomable organ that scientists are still “exploring”, but the “court issued its verdict” immediately. Sorrow upon sorrow; the switch of life is being turned off by a human decision. But joy upon joy, that the child will receive his due glory in the ages of ages to come. Fortunately, God has His own laws and draws His own conclusions.
Many fools blame God for what the Angel suffered. They only demand from God to make amends for what they neglect, for what they are indifferent to, for what they are willfully blind themselves, for what they cover up, for what they allow, for what they vote for, for what they incite with their own sins. As if God is our personal street cleaner, who will work for us while we are having our orgies.
Only a Luciferian mania can lead to such cases of child abuse. These happenings are purely demonic. All Christians discuss this among ourselves. The human race gets crazier and instead of blaming our apostasy for the suffering of children, we blame God.
When He gives us 100-200,000 children a year and we slaughter them before they are born, we say “stay out of it God – Let us commit our genocide”. And when some beasts abuse their own children, we say “where was God?” When He intervenes, they deny him. When they think He is not involved, they curse Him. They have it both ways in their unreasonable self-justification.
Oh Man, sit down and think, before you open your mouth. What conclusions can you draw when you don’t even know what to wish for such a tortured child like Angel? Are you sure that he must live a life that will perhaps be pitch black and scarred? Who will guarantee that he will not carry unspeakable wounds in his soul? Will you guarantee it? Will I guarantee it? We always hope for life, yes. We always hope for a miracle, yes. But how such a child will fare and what his eternal profit is, only God knows.
Have you considered how many thousands of such children like Angel have been saved by charitable organisations, like the Ark and the Smile of the Child, from the claws of such psychopathic parents? Do you understand what it means to be the shield against such beasts? Do you understand the enormous difficulty of managing such children and bringing them out into society? And do you understand why it is a crime for the state to target such structures?
“There is no salvation for our species,” others claim. Salvation does exist, and it has already been offered to us. We are the ones who choose to remain prodigal. We are being transformed into beasts, because you cannot serve two Masters at the same time. Ultimately, you will either resemble the good God, or the absolute evil, the ruler of this world. And our world has become possessed by Satan, for anyone who has even two drams of spiritual perception.
Such a world clips the wings of Angels. Such a world tortured the Angel. If you do not want the next Angel to fall again to other two-legged monsters, keep your eyes open. Keep your ears open. Take an interest in every evil you encounter. Curse your “Oh brother!”. Demand a welfare state. Pray for the children. Support the charitable organisations of the church and other governmental and non-governmental organisations. Regain the alertness of a proper citizen. And the wide embrace of a Christian brother. May evil retreat back to its root, so that all the Angels who find no place to tread together with us, can live free.
Transl. And adapt. By the dear brother in Christ, Elefterios Andronis, Sportime
Police and doctors have never seen, for decades, a child so badly abused, especially at such a young age!
Little Angelos was badly abused by his mother and her partner in Therisos, Iraklio, and was discovered, following a neighbor’s call for emergency assistance. Upon arrival at the hospital, doctors discovered a large subdural hematoma, and the child was rushed into surgery to relieve the pressure. Examinations revealed large subdural hematoma and multiple injuries, including bruises, contusions and burns in various stages of healing, suggesting prolonged abuse. Memory Eternal, our little Angel! Christ is Risen! He is Risen indeed!
Gratitude by Jack Garren (In the 1960s, his grandmother, Myrtle Copple)
Father Josiah Trenham on “The Most Important Times to Give Thanks” and George Herbert’s poem “Gratefulness” From The Temple (1633)
“Gratefulnesse”
THou that hast giv’n so much to me, Give one thing more, a gratefull heart. See how thy beggar works on thee By art.
He makes thy gifts occasion more, And sayes, If he in this be crost, All thou hast giv’n him heretofore Is lost.
But thou didst reckon, when at first Thy word our hearts and hands did crave, What it would come to at the worst To save.
Perpetuall knockings at thy doore, Tears sullying thy transparent rooms, Gift upon gift, much would have more, And comes.
This notwithstanding, thou wentst on, And didst allow us all our noise: Nay, thou hast made a sigh and grone Thy joyes.
Not that thou hast not still above Much better tunes, then grones can make; But that these countrey-aires thy love Did take.
Wherefore I crie, and crie again; And in no quiet canst thou be, Till I a thankfull heart obtain Of thee:
Not thankfull, when it pleaseth me; As if thy blessings had spare dayes: But such a heart, whose pulse may be Thy praise.
Perhaps the scenario of this poem seems a little ridiculous to you: no one need spend so much vigour on trying to persuade God of the virtues of gratefulness, as it’s a gift that’s so obviously within His will to give. Please forgive me but I do find all this elaborateness and farfetchedness — indeed one of the hallmarks of seventeenth-century metaphysical poetry — charming in its “innocence”. Esp. when compared to our century’s meta-diction and meta-visions…
The first two lines of the poem could be taken in isolation as an earnest and prayerful reminder to be thankful always for God’s goodness, perhaps in the same vein as a verse from Joseph Addison’s wonderful hymn of 1712: ‘When all Thy mercies, O my God’:
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart To taste those gifts with joy.
But as the poem progresses, it seems that such is the weakness of our human condition that even an act or disposition of gratitude needs divine provenance – and persistence on the part of the poet: ‘Thy beggar works on thee by art’ (stanza 1); ‘Perpetuall knockings at Thy doore’ (stanza 4); ‘I crie, and crie again’ (stanza 7).
George Herbert leaves us in no doubt that God is gracious when beholding our noise, indeed our every ‘sigh and grone’.
What I find most moving is that the beggar’s request in the final stanza — not just a grateful heart from time to time, but one that is grateful all the time, continuously, as a beating pulse — is indeed granted in the end!
Look at another, famous poem of his, “Praise (II)” :
KIng of Glorie, King of Peace, … Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me:
Sev’n whole dayes, not one in seven,
I will praise thee.”
What a gift! How are lives, certainly mine, would be transformed, were our hearts grateful, did we possess hearts “whose pulse may be Thy praise”! Listen to the hymn of ‘Gratefulnesse’ here.
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, One God. Amen “You are the Light of the world”…(Matthew 5:14-16)
14 You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lamp stand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. 16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.
We are called to be lights in the world, not only in our parish, but to our family, community, city where we live, because Christ is the Light of the world. How we become lights and how we share this light with others rests in the gift of God and in our response to that grace, a synergy of love.
We must share Christ’s Light because the world is so full of darkness. It is thirsty and suffering and in need of Christ — the flame in our hearts is to be shared and offered. St John Chrysostom said “You are the light of the world, not of a single nation or of cities but of the whole world.” Minister to those you meet, share the gospel, attend to your own salvation all in the spirit of love, joy, humility and service. Each of us has talents — maybe 5, maybe 3, maybe just 1, — but we must use those talents to the glory of God and within the love of God and Light of Christ. The one thing about Light is that it does not draw attention to itself but to everything else, one candle in a dark room will reveal all the obstacles in that room so that we may negotiate our way around them.
I want, if you will indulge me, to speak about those who have been lights in the world to me in my own journey of faith. The lights of Christ cross boundaries of borders, culture, time and geography. Indeed the saints show are no boundaries to God’s love. My own encounter with the light of Orthodoxy came when I was an undergraduate studying Biblical Studies, Hebrew and Greek at Sheffield University. I had been brought up in the Christian faith, I attended church, sang in the choir, served at the altar. I believed in God; from my earliest memories I loved Christ. When I went to University I found that all those doctrines, teachings and beliefs were questioned, not by me but by a new analytical liberal critical theology which questioned everything, Christ’s miracles, his teachings even his Resurrection. It was deeply troubling.
Metropolitan Antony of Sourozh
Into this maelstrom of confusion and darkness shone a light to lighten the darkness to my delight. I was invited to go to a lecture by a certain Metropolitan Antony of Sourozh. I had never met the Orthodox before but later I found out that this man had spoken the Epilogue on the BBC when T.V.s were in black and white and when programmes finished at 10.00 p.m. When this man spoke a flood of light pierced the darkness of my disappointed soul, and I said to myself “if all orthodox are like this, then they have something very special to offer the world.” He spoke with authority, simplicity, humility and wisdom. It was so reassuring that some eminent figures spoke the truth in love against the prevailing tide of fashionable skepticism. The words in St John’s Gospel 1:5 “The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it…” reveal how darkness did not understand Light or overpower it or appropriate it or absorb it. Authentic preaching always brings light and pierces gloom with the sword of the truth of the Gospel.
Light also points the way, it is timely, providential and even prophetic.. I can think of three other men of God who were lights to lighten my path: Archimandrite Barnabas of New Mills. He wrote in 1987 a post card at Christmas to me in which he said “ you will be Orthodox in the place where you now teach.” Eight years later I became Orthodox and his words came true. Archimandrite David of Walsingham was prophetic too, When I asked him to write an Icon of the Mother of God of Walsingham for me he said “If I paint this icon of the Mother of God for you, you realise you will become Orthodox”. I was an Anglican deacon at the time! When I was studying at Oxford to be an Anglican priest a then Archimandrite Kallistos was my tutor in Early Church History. He enlightened me to the teachings of the fathers – — how timely and providential was that light!
Metropolitan Kallistos of Diokleia, Archimandrite Barnabas, Metropolitan Anthony, all of thrice blessed memory. They are not yet glorified, but I know many people who were influenced by them. You see brothers and sisters, nothing is ever lost in Christ, A remote hermit whose monastery in Wales did not develop yet his words touched the hearts so many. An icon painter who could transmit the love of Christ not in words but in brush strokes, an academic who transmitted the light of Christ through teaching. What talents! All of these took their faith seriously but lightened this truth with their delivery, self-effacement, and sense of kind humour. Orthodoxy is not like brash strip lighting — it attracts gentleness of the soul because it is a gentle light flame of a candle that gives a mellow light whilst burning itself up in ascetic self-sacrifice.
St. Paisios on Prayer and Lighting Candles: “Elder, when we light a candle, do we say that it is for some purpose? — You are lighting it, but where do you send it? Aren’t you sending it somewhere? With a candle, we are seeking something from God. When you light it, you should say: “For those who are suffering in body and soul”, “for those who have the greatest need”, and among them is also the living and the reposed. Do you know how much rest the departed sense when we light a candle for them? Thus, one has spiritual communication with the living and with the reposed. The candle, in a few words, is an antenna that brings us into communication with God, with the sick, with the departed, etc.”
In our parish we have a candle maker, once a month after gathering all the candles, she recycles the ends and brings them back to church. Perhaps you could have a candle maker in your parish to provide lights someone to trim the lamps, supply the wicks and oil — this is a service, however humble. We have someone who cleans the floors. We have someone who puts the chairs out and sets up church — humble duties but so vital for worship as preparation.
We must not be discouraged in bringing the light of Christ to others, when we see no growth or little response. Do not give up when you are frustrated or disappointed, be persistent even when only a few attend the Great Vespers or Holy Liturgy. The newly gloried Cleopa of Sihastria used to say to his spiritual children “Rabdare Rabdare Rabdare” — “Patience, patience, patience!” There will be growth! The newly glorified Saint Amphilochios of Patmos said: “Do not be afraid because of your Orthodoxy because as an Orthodox in the west you will often be isolated and always in a small minority. Do not make compromises but do not attack other Christians. Be neither defensive nor aggressive, simply be yourself.” I would add, “be yourself simply.”
Simplicity was the hallmark of many of the recent saints. St Pophyrios, St Paisios, St Nicholas Planas to name but three. Of course as a compliment to St Amphilochios, St Arsenios of Paros said “when the church of the British Isles begins to venerate their own saints then the Church will begin to grow.” We see this in our parishes. All Orthodox churches now have enquirers and catechumens. God is doing something truly wonderful. As Metropolitan Kallistos of blessed memory said; “We know where the Holy Spirit is we cannot say where he is not, for he moves where he wills.”
Indeed the Holy Spirit is guiding people into the Light of Orthodoxy. There is a hunger and thirst after righteousness, a discontent with diluted, liberal teaching to suit the political correctness of popular culture. We must feed them with the bread of heaven and give them living waters to drink. Light makes things grow in all of creation. The harvest is ready but the labourers are few. It is usually the same people who you can count on your fingers that help in a Parish — those who give their time and talents with fervour.
The parable of the talents is most appropriate – we all have talents, to deny this is to deny the creativity of God. We had a most devout parishioner Barnabas of blessed memory. At 90 years of age, he drove 90 miles from his home and back to church every Sunday and he gave a lift to other Parishioners going out of his way, because they had no transport. Perhaps we can offer lifts to those with no transport. I recall travelling through Romania from Bucharest to Ploiesti and in the fields there were thousands of sun flowers. As we made our way the sun flowers had their heads lifted high tracking the sun up above. As the sun moved so the heads of the flowers moved until the sun went down when they bowed their heads. We must track the Son of God the Light of the world.
As St Paul says in Hebrews: “Keep your eyes fixed on Christ who is the author and finisher of your life”. God said “Let there be light and there was Light”. God speaks and it is so. We have to have ears to hear God’s word and eyes to see His light — an inner spiritual ear and inner spiritual sight, which is why we seal these senses at chrismation with the seal of the gift of the Holy Spirit with holy chrism oil so God may sanctify our life and make our body the temple of the Holy Spirit. We must always be aware that in order to be lights first we must listen to the voice of God bowing our heads to listen to His will for us. It is equally true about listening to others. Metropolitan Antony of Sourozh writes in his book Courage to pray: “Hearing means bowing our heads in humility which is capable of accepting what the other person is sowing on the ground of our mind and heart. This is the true meaning of the word humility. The word comes from the latin “humus,“ meaning fertile soil. Like the rich, silent creative earth we should offer ourselves to the Other, receiving His word in the fertile soil of our minds and hearts”. We see this humility in many of our saints St Porphyrios, St Paisios, St Silouan and St Nicholas Planas just to name a few.
St.Porphyrios taught parents to love their children: “Lord Jesus Christ, give Your light to my children I entrust them to You. You gave them to me, but I am weak and unable to guide them, so, please, illuminate them…” When children grow up in an atmosphere of freedom and at the same time are surrounded by the good example of grown-ups, they are a joy to see. The secret is to be good and saintly and to inspire and radiate. The life of the children seems to be affected by the radiation of their parents. If the parents insist, ‘Come on now, go and make confession, go and receive Communion’, and so on, nothing is achieved. But what does your child see in you? How do you live and what do you radiate? Does Christ radiate in you? That is what is transmitted to your child.
This is where the secret lies. Does Christ’ light radiate in you? That’s the secret, that’s the key to everything, isn’t it? Does Christ’s light radiate in us? If He does, the children indeed, the people you meet will feel Him radiating. Does Christ radiate in you? What a thing to say to us, what an invitation the idea that Christ could radiate in us, in us, unworthy, sad, overworked and worn out parents, in the tired Sunday School teachers and the overworked youth ministry worker. Does Christ radiate in you? Stop talking. Pray, pray, pray. Let Him fill you up, so that He will radiate light in you and pour into the children who surround you and who absorb Him from you.
Our local saint is just a mile away St Patrick — yes, he is British not Irish — he was taken by pirates from the north west coast of Britain, after escaping from Ireland he returned to convert the Irish to Christianity but not before establishing a monastery in Heysham next to Morecambe. It is still there today. Sayedna has visited the remains of the chapel and the monks cells. There are even caves where the hermits used to live. He was born in Britain but St Patrick became the Enlightener of the Irish. You may be born in Romania or Lebanon or Russia but God sent you here to be lights in His world. Perhaps you could be a light to the children helping in Sunday school. Parents bring your children to Church bring them up in the Light of the Gospel.
One of my favourite verses in the Bible is from the Psalms: “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart, these O God You will not despise.” (Psalm 51:17) In order for lives to be filled with Christ’s light we need a broken heart, broken by and repentant for our sins. Unless our heart is cracked the light cannot enter into the tomb. If it is cracked, the light can flood in, otherwise it is hard, and like stone, impermeable, immovable and self- contained. “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are bad your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness how great is that darkness.” (Matthew 6:22-23)
I am blessed to be here in Staffordshire which is my home county. The motto of the city in which I was born which was then in south Staffordshire (now in the west midlands) is “Out of darkness cometh light.” We bring those in darkness to Christ so that they too may become children of the light by adoption and grace. God’s power is revealed in our weakness, in these earthen broken vessels. 2 Corinthians 4:6-18 is to be read. (1 Thess. 5:5-11) “You are children of the light and the day; we are not of the night, nor of darkness. Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.” So here we see how watchfulness is also a prerequisite for becoming lights in our parishes. First attend to your own salvation before addressing the needs of others do not be blind guides as our Lord called the Pharisees. (Matthew 15:14.)
I am not a physicist, far from it, but according to the law of physics light is composed of photons, which are packets of electromagnetic energy. We in a spiritual sense must become packets of Christ’s magnetic energia, delivering like a holy postal service, the parcels of Christ’s gifts to the household of faith. In Colossians 1:29 the holy Apostle Paul says that he labours with all his energy and that God powerfully works within him.
The Story of St Nikolaos Planas Papa Nicholas Planas was not a missionary to foreign lands. He was not a confessor or martyr who suffered or died for his faith in Christ. He was not a learned, gifted theologian who wrote books and taught the Faith, indeed he had a speech impediment. He was simply a parish priest who prayerfully served the Liturgy, day in and day out, month after month, year after year for fifty years. He had very few words to say at all – even to his closest followers. His life has no astounding feats of asceticism; he was a priest on the outskirts of a city. He did not die for the Faith or preach to the multitudes. He built no monasteries, no philanthropic institutions, nor even a single church. Indeed, for some time he didn’t have a church of his own, he just went from church to church.
Yet each year on March 2 the Orthodox Church universally recognises Papa-Nicholas as a saint worthy of veneration and emulation. This is because he did the most important thing that any Christian can do, a simple task that he unwaveringly followed to his salvation and canonisation: he listened to and performed God’s will to the fullest degree possible within his circumstances. Simplicity is the theme of Papa-Nicholas’ life. He was a simple parish priest, who modestly performed the mysteries and services of the church, who cared for his flock with meekness, and who treated all with love and in innocence. It is this very simplicity which serves as an example for all of us.
At the proskomede St Nicholas Planas would often take hours praying for so many people. One of his servers used to say “Oh, come on, dear father are you praying for the whole world?” When one young server saw him raised above the floor in the Divine Liturgy, the little boy remarked on this miracle to his mother and when questioned about this St Nikolaos said with due humility “all priests do this.” He used to go around with two bags tied around his waist with the names of the living and departed which he called his debts and invoices.
Now I have used the examples of the fathers of the church and of present day priests, Bishops and monks but families can bless a Parish in so many ways. The monks on Mt Athos say that prayer, attention and work are the hallmarks of service to Christ. No less in a parish than in a monastery. Prayer which involves acquiring stillness, the virtue of humility and obedience, attention which involves opening the senses and discernment to what talents God has given us and work which involves drawing upon the power and energy of the Holy Spirit will make us lights in the Parishes where we serve. We see these three elements in the lives of the modern saints of our time.
So given these prerequisites how then can we be lights in our parishes? What practical ways can we be lights to others? I invite you to think about them and I leave this question with you. The glory be to God.
A key-talk at the Antiochian Orthodox Christian Archdiocese of the British Isles and Ireland Family Retreat (Nov.2024)
By Father Jonathan Hemmings from the Holy Cross parish, Morecambe
Nowadays, during the Nativity Fast, Thessaloniki has been transformed into a hub of 40 Days Liturgy, and I have been giving names of Living and Departed from all over the world. What is the power of 40 Day Liturgy? This testimony by Metropolitan of Morfou, Neofytos is worthy of heed:
“I told a certain priest, who serves in a community with few residents, to start celebrating the 40 Days Liturgy for the Nativity Fast. And the good priest told me: -But, Your Holiness, our village has few residents, we don’t even have regular chanters, how will I celebrate the 40 Days Liturgy? -Get a woman, I tell him, to say “Kyrie eleison”, “Amen”, “Grant this, O Lord” … This priest actually celebrating 40 Days Liturgy for the Nativity Fast 4 years ago. In the third year, during Christmas, he came moved and told me: “I thank you for having me celebrate 40 Days Liturgy, because you became the occasion for me for the Divine Liturgy to be not simply an “auditory experience”, (he also found chanters), not only for us to read prayers (a reading experience), but it also became a visible one. I saw it with my own eyes! —Lord have mercy, I told him. What did you see? And he said to me: -This morning I mentioned 2,000 names in the Office of Oblation (Proskomide) * When, furing the Divine Liturgy, I exclaimed “Especially for our most holy, pure, blessed, and glorious Lady, the Theotokos and ever-virgin Mary”, and the chanter outisde began to sing “It is truly meet to bless you, O Theotokos, ever-blessed and most pure, and the Mother of our God. More honorable than the Cherubim, and more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim, without defilement you gave birth to God the Word. True Theotokos we magnify you!”, the altar, which you know is very small, began to open up, until it became a huge stadium steps. On it I saw standing all those whom I had mentioned in the Prothesis. There were also people whom I had buried in recent years, but also people from other villages, whom I knew and have in my diptychs. Indeed, I also saw the mood of each one. Sometimes I saw someone bright, sometimes sad, sometimes black, sometimes gray. There was also this one, who had died of cancer at a very young age a few years ago, and he shone so much that he spread light to those around him. Addressing all those I saw, I said to them in a low voice so that the chanter outside would not hear: -What do you want? And they all bowed slightly and said to me: -We thank you, Father, and they left.
This is the power of the 40 Days Liturgy!
* The Office of Oblation (Proskomide) has been a service of offering gifts to God in preparation for the Sacrament of Holy Eucharist or Holy Communion in the Divine Liturgy. The Office of Oblation is thus a prerequisite for the Divine Liturgy. Today, the priest conducts the Office of Oblation inaudibly during Matins behind the Altar Iconostasis (Icon Screen).
Christ is in our midst. Please forgive my absence of nearly a month, but this was a time of intensive reflection after my first ’round’ of pilgrimages to monasteries so that we could decide what to do and where to go next. By the way, this month I also visited another monastery, which was so hesychastic and hidden that I did not have the blessing to share with you anything, be it photographs or discussions with the monastics there!
During these quiet weeks of reflection, hesychia and quiet, friends introduced me to the Travels of Egeria, alias Pilgrimage of Aetheria or Pilgrimage to the Holy Lands(Peregrinatio or Itinerarium Egeriae), the earliest extant graphic account of a Christian pilgrimage to the Holy Land about 381/2–384, from Mount Sinai to Constantinople.
Who is this Egeria, this Christian woman who took a journey lasting four years to the Middle East in the middle of the fourth century c.e. and wrote a journal of her travels?
Her manuscript lay dormant until the late 1800s. Other Latin writers made mention of her, so her accounts circulated among religious pilgrims before they were lost for centuries. Her name was Egeria (also known as Eutheria, Aetheria, and Silvia), and she was writing for other religious women who lived in Europe, perhaps on the Atlantic coast of Spain or France.
Most likely she was a nun commissioned by her community to put her curious and adventurous mind to work for the benefit of the spiritual life of her sisters. She went on pilgrimage to the most important sites of the Christian and Jewish world of her day.
Her account is one of the most valuable documents scholars have of the fourth-century world of travel, piety, early monasticism, women’s roles, and even the development of late Latin.
Her book has two parts. The first part is a travelogue and is simply her report of her pilgrimage. She tells her sisters of her visits to such hallowed and historical places as Jerusalem, Edessa, sites in Mesopotamia, Mount Sinai, Jericho, the Jordan River, Antioch, and Constantinople, and of meeting people (usually monks and mystics) serving the places.
She follows the itinerary of the people who made the places famous and prays there. Often her comments about the rustics at the sacred sites show a bit of dry humour.
Her tourist program has many other objectives, such as following the path of Moses through the desert to Mt. Sinai, her plan to visit the home of Abraham’s family (Carrhae or biblical Harran, southeast of Edessa), and her hope to go to Thomas the Apostle’s tomb in Edessa.
The travelogue is incomplete, for like any good pilgrim she concocted ever more schemes to visit other places like Ephesus to pray at the tomb of the John the “Beloved” Apostle. This part of her travels is missing from the manuscript.
The second part is more a journalistic report on the church of Jerusalem’s liturgical practices over the three years she lodged there. Her record of the practices surrounding daily life and prayer of the church is the first one that scholars have on the topic.
She also reports on how the church’s celebrations correspond to its unique location in the Holy Land. The liturgies she describes are hardly stationary ceremonies in one church location, but they involve processions from place to place according to the occasion. In addition, her descriptions are useful for historians of church architecture.
Her account allows modern readers to see things like the need for military escorts in various places of the Holy Land, the unfailing hospitality of the monasteries along the way, the road network, and the system of inns maintained by the empire.
She speaks of the monks, the nuns, and the religious laity in the Holy Land and their patterns of fasting and the instruction of the candidates for entrance into the church. Finally, she epitomises the heart of the pilgrim and shows pluck and pithiness as she describes each stage of her spiritual journey. Having done part of this pilgrimage myself, even the ascent of Sinai, I have to say how impressed I am by her fearlessness and stamina !
THE ASCENT OF SINAI
We reached the mountain late on the sabbath, and arriving at a certain monastery, the monks who dwelt there received us very kindly, showing us every kindness; there is also a church and a priest there. We stayed there that night, and early on the Lord’s Day, together with the priest and the monks who dwelt there, we began the ascent of the mountains one by one. These mountains are ascended with infinite toil, for you cannot go up gently by a spiraltrack, as we say snail-shell wise, but you climb straight up the whole way, as if up a wall, and you must come straight down each mountain until you reach the very foot of the middle one, which is specially called Sinai. By this way, then, at the bidding of Christ our God, and helped by the prayers of the holy men who accompanied us, we arrived at the fourth hour, at the summit of Sinai, the holy mountain of God, where the law was given, that is, at the place where the Glory of the Lord descended on the day when the mountain smoked.1 Thus the toil was great, for I had to go up on foot, the ascent being impossible in the saddle, and yet I did not feel the toil, on the side of the ascent, I say, the toil, because I realised that the desire which I had was being fulfilled at God’s bidding. In that place there is now a church, not great in size, for the place itself, that is the summit of the mountain, is not very great; nevertheless, the church itself is great in grace. When, therefore, at God’s bidding, we had arrived at the summit, and had reached the door of the church, lo, the priest who was appointed to the church came from his cell and met us, a hale old man, a monk from early life, and an ascetic as they say here, in short one worthy to be in that place; the other priests also met us, together with all the monks who dwelt on the mountain, that is, not hindered by age or infirmity. No one, however, dwells on the very summit of the central mountain; there is nothing there excepting only the church and the cave where holy Moses was.2 When the whole
1 Exod. xix. 18. 2 Exod. xxxiii. 22.
passage from the book of Moses had been read in that place, and when the oblation had been duly made, at which we communicated, and as we were coming out of the church, the priests of the place gave us eulogiae,1 that is, of fruits which grow on the mountain. … I began to ask them to show us the several sites. Thereupon the holy men immediately deigned to show us the various places. They showed us the cave where holy Moses was when he had gone up again into the mount of God,2 that he might receive the second tables after he had broken the former ones when the people sinned; they also deigned to show us the other sites which we desired to see, and those which they themselves well knew.
1 This word is still used in the Eastern Church for food which has been blessed by a priest, e. g. the first fruits from an orchard or a vineyard. 2 Exod. xxxiv. 4.
… From the summit of the central mountain, those mountains, which we could scarcely climb at first …From thence we saw Egypt and Palestine, and the Red Sea and the Parthenian Sea,1 which leads to Alexandria and the boundless territories of the Saracens, all so much below us as to be scarcely credible, but the holy men pointed out each one of them to us.”
This is a highly readable, exciting book, available as a full Audio Book, read by David Wales, and available online, which I strongly recommend you to have a look at, if you haven’t already.
Or, my last day at Metamorfosi monastery of Saint John the Forerunner and how Gerondas Gregorios and Mother Akylina defeated the demons’ assaults and saved my father from eternal death.
The night before my departure, I had the blessing to speak to Mother Akylina. (So far all my momentous meetings at the monasteries have mysteriously taken place the last few hours before my departure…) Mother Akylina is a very old and frail sister in her nineties, bent in two, with a very sharp, illumined nous, and with beautiful, wide azure eyes staring into eternity. Until last summer, Mother Akylina was probably the first person pilgrims met upon entering the monastery, near its book store, but recently this sister has completely “disappeared” in hesychia and is now rarely seen anywhere. Yet God in His Mercy granted an exception to me.
“The just shall flourish like the palm tree, shall grow like a cedar of Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall bear fruit even in old age, always vigorous and sturdy, As they proclaim: “The Lord is just; our rock, in whom there is no wrong.” (Psalm 92:13-16)
I always smile when I think of Mother Akylina because although she is old and bent double, she is “always vigorous and sturdy“, moves like a firefly, and her knowledge and eagerness to help sweeps you up in her enthusiasm.Indeed, she “bears fruit even in old age”.
I always listen to Mother Akylina. I feel most indebted to her because she saved my father from eternal death. Together with Gerondas Gregorios of blessed memory. It was their discernment, leading to insight, and ultimately to foresight, which wrought that amazing miracle at the end of my father’s life. Oh, what a profoundly moving experience I experienced with their prayers! Let me try to put it into words, if I can.
My father was a very good person and a conscientious doctor who honoured his calling, offered wise counselling about diet and exercise to everybody, cared deeply for his patients and helped them as much as he could. I always smile when I remember his words to his patients and us, to be sure, familyand friends: “No, you do not need any medication. You should just lose weight, exercise regularly, and your test results will improve”. Or: “No, you do not need any make-up; eat lots of fruits and veggies, and their nutrient antioxidants, vitaminsand minerals will help you get glowing skin”. Or: “Feeling stressed? Having difficulty to sleep at night? No need for any medication. Just run or walk briskly for at least one hour every day, take a cold shower at the end of your training, and then come and tell me if you still feel stressed. And if this ‘dosage’ fails, repeat as often as you can, as many times in the day! ” Or: “Never take a serious decision at night! Rest, get some sound sleep, thinkabout it clearlyand calmly, and then make up your mind in the cold light of day”. And so on and so forth …
But it was not just his words and the example he set, being himself an athlete and a tennis champion. My father, God rest his soul, also had integrity, courage, resilience, cheerfulness, empathy, respect, compassion and kindness towards everybody. Each and everyone loved my father and wanted to be near him. His only difficulty was … to believe in afterlife. After retirement, he started diligently to study the Holy Bible, day after day, the whole Old and New Testament, intrigued by my life choices, underlying the passages which made the greatest impression of him. I have kept his study Bible and am still impressed by how much he had read. Years went by like this, but my father never quite made up his mind to participate in any church sacraments, especially confession to a priest.
Then, towards the end of his life, he became a patient himself who needed doctors, as he started having some horrible nightmares of ghastly dark figures chasing and attacking him. Every night, he would fall from his bed and end up on the floor ‘beaten’, injured and shivering. All his friend doctors considered these symptoms side-effects of the medication he was taking, but they could not help him, free him from that torture, night after night.
“We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain
Once, back in those days, I went to St. John the Forerunner monastery and met sister Akylina as usual at the bookstore, and she asked me about our family news. When she heard this update from my father, she looked very concerned, sharply told me to “wait here” and disappeared in a haste to meet Gerondas Gregorios. At that time, Gerondas was in absolute silent seclusion, but she was one of the very few sisters who had the blessing to “interrupt” his hesychia at her discretion.
A few minutes later, she came back in a hurry and told me Gerondas’ message to my father: “Ioanni, if you do not confess to a priest, these dark figures that chase you in your nightmares, they will chase you in reality after you die, because they are demons”.
–“But Mother, how can I say such things to my father? I do not dare. He will dismiss them. He is a doctor, he has witnessed lots of deaths at his long medical career in hospitals, he does not believe in the possibility of life after death”.
–“We insist. You should say Gerondas’ message to your father. We will all pray”.
And so, a few days later, I summoned all my courage and told my father Gerondas’ words. To my surprise, he did not dismiss them but looked at me very seriously in the eyes. He told me he needed time to reflect about all this. I am sure that this martyrdom must have been a most humbling experience for my father, who had survived all life’s odds, war, poverty, even losing his father as a young child and having to support his brethren and his young, widow mother, yet was now helpless. What a humbling experience for someone so strong to feel so powerless and helpless! We all started praying and waited … God must have been shouting in my father’s nightmares: it was indeed his megaphone to rouse his skeptic child. “Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” (John 20:27) Another megaphone was certainly + Gerondas Gregorios’ stern warning to him.
A few months passed by, and one day, my father called me and asked me to arrange for a priest to come to hear his Confession! (By that time he could not move outside the house). As you may very well guess, I promptly arranged this with our parish priest. By God’s Providence, I was also present at his Confession. My father was a simple man and wanted to make his confession in front of us (ie. my mother and I), and eventually the priest, after hearing his Confession, covered the heads of all three of us with his epitrachelion and read the absolution prayer to us all.
From that night on, after his Confession and Holy Communion, my father’s nightmares disappeared at once and his martyrdom came to an end. He radiated peace and joy! Very soon, his health sharply declined. But there was no pain, agony or anguish in any of this. Only peace and joy! In a matter of a few weeks, my father slept peacefully in the Lord, who patiently extended the life of His child just as much as needed to save him. Glory to God! Christ is Risen!
Mother Akylina’s prayers are so powerful and targeted! So are her insights. You probably understand now why I pay such close attention to every single word she is telling me. So, I did yesterday, and I paid even more attention now because she looked “bodiless”— as if her departure to Heavens was imminent. Please forgive me for not being able to share her words since they are all about most private matters.But I can share this. It is about somebody who had just started going to Church, Confession etc and he kept telling me how his life had become so much harder since. Her words were that all this is from the Evil one to discourage him and he should not pay any attention to his suggestions. It will become harder because of the spiritual battle, but he should keep his soul in hell and despair not. And when I told her, that I cannot say anything to this person about anything really, she told me “then, pray!” Also, about a very difficult situation, a Cross, her words were: “As the Lord provides. May it be blessed. Therefore, keep silence and pray!“
St. John Climacus, The Ladder of Divine Ascent
“Discernment in beginners is true knowledge of themselves; in intermediate souls it is a spiritual sense that faultlessly distinguishes what is truly good from what is of nature and opposed to it; and in the perfect it is the knowledge which they possess by divine illumination, and which can enlighten with its lamp what is dark in other. Or perhaps, generally speaking, discernment is, and is recognised as, the assured understanding of the divine will on all occasions, in every place and in all matter; and it is only found in those who are pure in heart, and in body, and in mouth.
The body is enlightened by its two corporeal eyes; but in visible and spiritual discernment the eyes of the heart are illumined”.
St. John of Kronstadt, My Life in Christ
“The heart is the eye of the human being. The purer it is. the quicker, farther, and clesarer it can see.”
About vigils, the Feast of the Theotokos’ Sacred Veil (Skepi) and Her Holy Protection, the power of the Psalter and the monastery’s chicken coop!
“By Fasting, Vigil and Prayer Thou didst Obtain Heavenly Gifts” (Fourth Great Lent Sunday- St. John of the Ladder , Troparion, tone 1)
Not for the faint-hearted! A most ascetic monastery, I must admit. I, for one thing, thought that I had no problem with fasting, and yet here, I realise that I am such a dainty eater! I have had enough of their plain bread, watery, fasting soups and fruit!
As to vigils, rising at ungodly [sic!] hours to chant Psalms, after two consecutive vigils, one at St Demetrios’ Feast in Thessaloniki and the other one here, at the monastery, for the Sunday Holy Liturgy, I believe that I have reached my limit. If I had any doubts (which I did not have) now I feel confident that I am not yet ready for this second step in this ladder, for this “violence” on our flesh. Not to mention the third ring, prayer …
“By Fasting, Vigil and Prayer Thou didst Obtain Heavenly Gifts”
“And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the violent take it by force.” Matthew 11:12
Oh dear! A most ascetic long weekend. I have been so food deprived, so heat deprived, and so sleep deprived—the worst part— that I cannot put it to words. I certainly need time and rest to recover from all this ascetic labour. I do feel blessed and most grateful, I am floating, but this monastery’s specifications are for angels, fleshless, holy beings. The sisters are of course lenient with us poor guests, yet even the “compromise” they bless for us is so hard for my spiritual level!I cannot even begin to imagine how it is to spend Great Lent here, with only meal a day, and what a meal …
One can”feel” their asceticism even in their etherial chanting. Indeed, an ascetic hue to the spectrum of light explored so far on my way of a pilgrim. And so “hidden”! Adding a wholly empirical dimension to the verse “our lives being hidden in Christ!” So very different to my previous two pilgrimages to Dormition monastery in Panorama and St George Karslides monastery in Sipsa. Such a humbling experience! Probably because of all this most demanding typikon, this monastery has the least pilgrims or faithful attending, even when its gates are open. As to the sisters, they humbly believe that they they are useless, lukewarm, “end of times” monastics, not honouring their calling.
Matushka Constantina is so right when she writes at her blog (Lessons from a Monastery): “Encountering monastics reminds the pilgrim that there are better Christians than himself (not that he cannot also learn this in the parish, he most certainly can, but it is an indisputable fact that one is faced with at a monastery). Hence the famous statement: “Angels are a light for monastics, and monastics are a light for the world.”[9] The monastic is simultaneously humbled and enlightened by reading the lives of the saints, just as the layman is when he compares his life with that of a monastic. … the layman makes pilgrimages to monasteries in order to draw the soul away from the distracting world and into an environment of stillness and prayer, where the atmosphere is conducive to taking stock of one’s life alongside that of a dedicated monastic, and to allow the grace of the monastery to help him see his own sinfulness.”
Economia is granted to me and I arrive late at the morning church service. I don’t think I could take one third consecutive vigil in a row. Today, on October 28, the Holy Orthodox Church in Greece commemorates the Holy Protection of our Most Holy Lady, the Theotokos and Ever-virgin Mary, that is, her sacred veil (skepi) kept in the treasury of the sacred temple of Blachernae; and we also remember how the righteous Andrew, the Fool for Christ’s sake, beheld it spread out above and covering all the pious.
The Feast was originally marked on October 1st, yet the Greek Orthodox church, in 1952, transferred its celebration of the Protection to October 28 in conjunction with “Okhi Day” as a testament to the rejection of European aggression and as a day of national remembrance.
Before daybreak on October 28, 1940, the Italian ambassador to Greece, representing Italian dictator Benito Mussolini, went to Greek general Ioannis Metaxas with an ultimatum. Italy wanted full control of Greece to occupy “strategic locations”; otherwise it would brutalise the country.General Metaxas shouted “Okhi!” meaning “No!” Thus, Greece was plunged into the Second World War, as Italy burst through, and then Nazi Germany eventually, wreaking havoc and horrors on the Greek people.
Both dates recognise the Ever-virgin’s constant defence for all the faithful, all over theworld, whenever we prayerfully seek her protection and shelter in distress and strife. It goes without saying that we must ask the Theotokos to extend her protection and intercession every day of our life.
A holy, sacred place, an agios topos
St Paisios, the spiritual founder and father of this monastery, +Gerondas Gregorios, St Paisios spiritual child, founder and spiritual father of the monastery, and +Gerondissa Euphemia
Everything is holy in the grounds of a monastery. It is an agios topos, a holy, sacred place. The prayers of the monastics, the saints that dwell within, the angels that protect it, its chapels and the temple of God in its grounds, all these sanctify the place. “And Moses said, I will go near and see this great sight, why the bush is not consumed. And when the Lord saw that he drew nigh to see, the Lord called him out of the bush, saying, Moses, Moses… loose thy sandals from off thy feet for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground” (Exodus 3: 3-5). All monasteries I have visited so far feel holy, sacred places, yet this monastery seems the most etherial, otherworldly of all.This holiness permeates all its grounds.
St Paisios, + Gerondissa Euphemia and Sister Paisia, looking at the camera behind Gerondissa. I had the privilege to spend quite some time during my stay here with Sister Paisia.
11 For He will give His angels charge over you, to guard you in all your ways. 12 Upon their hands they will lift you up, lest you strike your foot against a stone. 13 You will tread upon the lion and cobra, trample the young lion and serpent. (Psalm 91:11-13)
Let me share with you a story which a sister here told me about the power of the Psalter, transfusing holiness …
… even to their chicken coop!
This is what the monastery’s chicken coop looks like. You can tell that it is unprotected from the top and sadly the sisters had many problems with hawks attacking and snatching their chickens. The sisters would take turns, one after another, every hour, to protect their chickens, to no avail really, until Sister T. appeared, a frail, old sister …
This sister hada particular affection for the Psalter. Rather than recite the kathismata in her cell, she got the blessing from Gerondissa to sit on her chair inside the chicken coup grounds and recite the psalter there, together with the chickens. She kept doing this every day, for two years before reposing in the Lord.
These two years, all hawk attacks suddenly ceased! Not only this, but even after her sleep in the Lord, for 16 years counting until now, no hawk has attempted a single attack on the chicken! Amazing! For 16 years going! So, the sisters have stopped guarding the chicken coop and chasing predators away. The sister who told me this story, added that Gerondas Gregorios of blessed memory, after this sister’s sleep in the Lord, wondered how long her psalter protection will last. Well, it lasted 16 years and going! This frail, old sister with the particular affection for the Psalter died a holy death on an Easter night, after receiving Holy Communion at the Pascal holy Liturgy. Glory to God for all things!
Sadly, the time for my departure has arrived, but I am not leaving alone. I have to drive two university students first to the church of St. Demetrios, and then one of them to the airport for Cyprus. Glory to God for all things! What an amazing synodeia! The family of one of these two students I am offering this drive has 10 children (!), her father is a priest and a teacher, and their mother comes from a family of … 13 children! They have all moved from Athens to Metamorfosi and build their house here to live next to the monastery, together with all their nephews, children and grandchildren.
How many stories have I heard on the way!What a joy and a privilege to be together with these young people! How fast time flies! A few decades ago, other pilgrims drove me back to Thessaloniki, to spare me the buses, the walking and the long hours of waiting. Now it is my turn to return the favour. Glory to God for all things!
ORTHODOX CHRISTIAN FAITH AND LIFE 