Велика
Тајна
оваплоћења
Божијег,
тајна
велика као и
сама Тајна
Цркве
Божије,
објављује
се свим
народима и
престаје
бити тајном
у тишини
витлејемског
вертепа.
Обистињује
се оно о чему
Пророци
проповедаху
и верни
Божији од
давнина
сањаху. Бог
дође међу
нас, показа
се и онима
што звезде
читаху и
њима се
клањаху и
који
представљаху
цео људски
род, тј. све
три људске
расе. Он и
дође баш
зато да би
нас начинио
својим
вернима,
својом
црквом, и
прикључио
нас својим
небеским
силама у
сталном
прослављању
Њега,
односно у
саживоту са
Њим- онаквом
какав имаше
и први човек
у Врту
едемском.
Авај, тај Врт
над
вртовима
остаде
затворен за
род људски
од онога
дана када
људи
посегнуше
за тајном
вечног
живота- али
без Бога!
Сада Он дође
да га поново
отвори и
учини ову и
сваку другу
тајну
доступном-
али кроз
Њега, који се
очовечи за
нас да би смо
се ми
обожили!
Отворимо
наше очи за
разумевање
ове велике
тајне,
вежбајмо их
за то и
клонимо се
површног
чепркања по
дубинама
тајни
Божијих!
Клонимо се,
драги
правоверни,
потрошачког
поимања
неисказивог,
које се
своди на
грозничаво
трошење
времена,
здравља,
новца и
замислимо
се над
величином
љубави
Божије за
нас, због
које се Он
бескрајно
понизи и
постаде
човек (јер је
бескрајно
више него
човек, тј.
његов
творац)!
Мир Божији-
Христос се
роди!
Friday, January 04, 2008
St. Ephraim the Syrian
Praise to Him, Who descended to us in human form! Praise to the Invisible
One who became visible for our sake! Praise to the Mysterious One Whom no
mind can comprehend, and Who through His grace made Himself manifest by
taking on flesh!
Blessed is He Whose good will brought Him to His mother's womb and bosom,
to be born and reared! Blessed is He Who made our flesh a dwelling place
for His mysterious being. Blessed is He who declared to us His mysteries
in our own tongue.
Let us worship Him Who has enlightened our mind with His teaching and laid
down a path for His word in our hearing. Let us give thanks to Him Who has
grafted His fruit to our tree.
Praise to Him Who invisibly cultivates our spirit. Blessed is He Who
att7uned the senses of our spirit, that it might ever play songs of
exaltation to Him on its lyre.
-St. Ephraim the Syrian-
One who became visible for our sake! Praise to the Mysterious One Whom no
mind can comprehend, and Who through His grace made Himself manifest by
taking on flesh!
Blessed is He Whose good will brought Him to His mother's womb and bosom,
to be born and reared! Blessed is He Who made our flesh a dwelling place
for His mysterious being. Blessed is He who declared to us His mysteries
in our own tongue.
Let us worship Him Who has enlightened our mind with His teaching and laid
down a path for His word in our hearing. Let us give thanks to Him Who has
grafted His fruit to our tree.
Praise to Him Who invisibly cultivates our spirit. Blessed is He Who
att7uned the senses of our spirit, that it might ever play songs of
exaltation to Him on its lyre.
-St. Ephraim the Syrian-
Friday, April 06, 2007
Whoever perseveres until the end, will be saved. (Matt 10:22)
The Christian world and each individual Christian have never, in the past 2000 years, been without crises and temptations as well as challenges of our faith, perseverance and patience, the two virtues so lacking in the contemporary Christianity. By means of such tempting situations, the madness of the worlds contemporary idol- media sensationalism- seems to strengthen some of us and yet, in others, it destroys the bits and pieces out of which both the patience and the endurance in faith are built. It appears that it was not by chance, at the beginning of this years Great Lent, the birth of the new child of media sensationalism- "Discovered tomb of Jesus" in documentary by James Cameron "The Lost Tomb Of Jesus," aired by the Discovery Chanel on March 4th. Did the contemporary prophets of Baal really think they could discourage us and destroy this years joy of the Resurrection? Truly speaking, in those "Christians" for whom Easter is just once a year and in those for whom only the red egg proves that it is the day of Resurrection again, it just may bee that their "joy" could be destroyed. But for all those Christians who, with perseverance and patience, feel Paschal joy every single Sunday, every single day, this will end up being just one of many attempts by the prince of this world to draw us closer to him. To all of those who are seeking for the "mysteries" I would strongly suggest to open their eyes and to see The Mystery of The Mysteries- The Holy Light- in the Jerusalem Holy Sepulcher Church, that occurs every Great and Holy Saturday for 2000 years, to remind us that there WAS a tomb of Jesus Christ in this place, that He DID rise from the dead after three days, and that the joy of His Resurrection is stronger than their media sensationalism or even death!
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Saturday, March 17, 2007
DO NOT WORRY!
A Priest had been on a long flight. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on, "Fasten your seat belts". Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments, that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
He shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed." The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently, the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and every thing within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The Priest could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, the Priest lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us, physical, mental, financial, domestic. In addition, many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our lives into apparently uncontrollable disarray. We have all known such times. But don't forget,
Our Father in Heaven is our Pilot. He is in control and the Lord is taking us home. So don't worry . . .
"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." Numbers 6:24-26
As he looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us."
Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments, that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash.
He shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed." The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently, the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and every thing within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the plane lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid." The Priest could hardly believe his eyes.
It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, the Priest lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.
Having commented about the storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The child replied, "Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
There are many kinds of storms that buffet us, physical, mental, financial, domestic. In addition, many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our lives into apparently uncontrollable disarray. We have all known such times. But don't forget,
Our Father in Heaven is our Pilot. He is in control and the Lord is taking us home. So don't worry . . .
"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." Numbers 6:24-26
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Why go to Church?
Why go to Church? (This is good)
If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this! If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!
Why Go To Church?
A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. "I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."
This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals But I do know this.. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!" When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!
All right, now that you're done reading, send it on! I think everyone should read this! "When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?"
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If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this! If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!
Why Go To Church?
A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. "I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."
This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:
"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals But I do know this.. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!" When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!
All right, now that you're done reading, send it on! I think everyone should read this! "When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?"
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Friday, February 23, 2007
About the word of God which is mightier than death
"Whoever keeps My word will never taste death" (St. John 8:52).
But, what does it mean, to keep the word of Christ within ourselves? That means; First: to keep the word of Christ in our mind, thinking about it; Second: to keep the word of Christ in our heart, loving it; Third: to keep the word of Christ in our will, fulfilling it in deeds; Fourth: to keep the word of Christ on our tongue, openly confessing it when it is necessary to do so. Thus, to keep the word of Christ means to fill ourselves with it and to fulfill it. Whoever would keep the word of Christ in this manner, truly, he will never taste of death.
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Friday, February 09, 2007
Abraham Lincoln's 1863 Thanksgiving Proclamation
Where is the faith of our ancestors, their devotion, humbleness, and love for our Lord? Why are we so proud, so hateful, self- justifying, and ungrateful? Did we forget about God who is everywhere, except in our minds, hearts, and souls?
These are the words of Abraham Lincoln:
These are the words of Abraham Lincoln:
It is the duty of nations as well as of men to own their dependence upon the overruling power of God; to confess their sins and transgressions in humble sorrow, yet with assured hope that genuine repentance
will lead to mercy and pardon; and to recognize the sublime truth, announced in the Holy Scriptures and proven by all history, that those nations are blessed whose God is the Lord. We know that by His divine law, nations, like individuals, are subjected to punishments and chastisements in this world. May we not justly fear that the awful calamity of civil war which now desolates the land may be a punishment inflicted upon us for our presumptuous sins, to the needful end of our national reformation as a whole people. We have been the recipients of the choisest bounties of heaven; we have been preserved these many years in peace and prosperity; we have grown in numbers, wealth and power as no other nation has ever grown. But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us, and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us. It has seemed to me fit and proper that God should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November as a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens.
(signed)
A. Lincoln
October 3, 1863
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