Sant Blas de Sebaste, Armenia (+316) – 3 & 11 de febrero ​╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Aragonese (Spain)

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Sant Blas de Sebaste, Armenia (+316)

3 & 11 de febrero 

Sant Blas de Sebaste estió un medico y bispe de Sebaste (l’actual Sivas) en Armenia en o sieglo IV.

Fació una vida d’ermitán en una espelunga d’a selva d’Argeus, que esdevenió a suya seu bispal.

Seguntes a tradición, Blas de Sebaste yera conoixito por o suyo don de curación miraglosa pa presonas y animals.

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Des dizaines de passereaux et d’autres oiseaux entraient et sortaient et au dehors de l’église par les fen êtres ouvertes de la coupole, gazouillant et chantant avec vivacité ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* French

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Père Stéphane Anagnostopoulos:

Un fidèle m’a raconté un événement similaire qui a eu lieu à l’église de la Mère de Dieu qui s’appelle «Ecatontapyliani» et qui se trouve à Paros (dans les Cyclades, Grèce), pendant la Divine Liturgie de la veille de l’Épiphanie, en 1998.

Des dizaines de passereaux et d’autres oiseaux entraient et sortaient et au dehors de l’église par les fen êtres ouvertes de la coupole, gazouillant et chantant avec vivacité. Pourtant, à l’heure de la consécration des saints dons, ils se sont tus et immobilis és tous pour recommencer après l’ecphonèse: «Et en premier lieu pour notre très sainte…» [Notes personnelles de l’auteur].

Les propres paroles du Seigneur «Ceci est mon corps…ceci est mon sang…» (Marc 14, 22-24) à la sainte Cène, le soir du jeudi saint, témoignent de cette réalité du Changement du pain et du vin en Corps et en Sang du Christ. La constitution donc du saint sacrement est divine. C’est le Christ lui même qui en est l’auteur.

Les signes visibles du saint sacrement sont le pain au levain, le vin et la prière secrète «envoie ton Saint-Esprit sur nous et sur ces Dons…». Ce n’est pas seulement la grâce du Christ qui est transmise par la sainte communion comme c’est le cas d’ ailleurs pour d’autres sacrements, mais c’est le Christ, le Seigneur lui-même. Les fidèles qui reçoivent dignement le Corps et le Sang du Christ, s’ y intègrent, ayant les mêmes corps et sang que Lui. L’adhésion au Corps de l’église, c’est-à-dire l’incorporation, commence par le saint Baptême et s’achève avec la sainte communion, c’est-à-dire l’intégration. Cela veut dire que notre être tout entier reçoit d’une façon mystique la Vie-même, notre Seigneur et Rédempteur et l’incorpore.

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Père Stéphane Anagnostopoulos

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Video: Tegenover het noorden – Orthodox Antarctica ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Dutch

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Saint Spyridon of Cyprus (+348) & his 100 goats

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Saint Spyridon of Cyprus (+348) & his 100 goats

Saint Spyridon once sold a hundred goats to a merchant at an agreed price, and the Saint told the buyer to lay down the money. The buyer, knowing that Saint Spyridon himself never counted money, handed over enough money for ninety-nine goats and hid the money for one. Saint Spyridon then counted out a hundred goats for him. But when the merchant and his servants drove off the goats, one of them returned bleating. He drove it off, but it returned again. And so the goat continually returned to the enclosure, not wanting to go with the other goats. The Saint then whispered into the merchant’s ear: “Observe, my son: this animal is not doing this in vain. Did you perhaps withhold her price? The merchant became ashamed and acknowledged his sin. As soon as he paid the amount he had concealed, the goat immediately joined the other goats.

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Saint Nicholas Velimirovich,

The Prologue from Ohrid

Svatý Mames nebo Mamans z Malé Asie a lev (+275) – 2. září ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Czech

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Svatý Mames nebo Mamans z Malé Asie a lev (+275)

2. září

Svatý Mames nebo Mamans (asi 258–275) byl pastýř, který byl umučen při pronásledování křesťanů v době vlády císaře Aureliána v Malé Asii.

Jako poustevník žil v míru s divokou zvěří. Byl zajat a odsouzen k roztrhání lvy v aréně. Ti ho však nechali bez povšimnutí a Mames byl ukamenován přihlížejícími diváky.

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On May 17, 2017, twelve dolphins brings Icon of Holy Virgin Mary Mother of God to shore in Sochi, Russia

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On May 17, 2017, twelve dolphins brings

Icon of Holy Virgin Mary Mother of God to shore in Sochi, Russia

In a rather unusual occurrence, a pod of dolphins “returned” an icon of the Mother of God to people on the beach in Sochi, reports The Russian People’s Line, and Orthodox England.

A colonel and his wife, relaxing and enjoying the beach atmosphere on May 17, were witnesses to the event, their attention being drawn when a group of twelve dolphins swam all the way up to the beach itself. The bewildered couple wondered what the typically smart animals were doing on the beach, when suddenly they threw something out of the water, immediately swimming off.

The object was covered in mud, and seemingly completely unimportant. Though other people were lounging on the beach as well, no one paid it much attention. Eventually the colonel’s wife asked her husband to go see what the object was, and, having cleared away the mud, the colonel was shocked to find that the dolphins had delivered an icon of the Theotokos, which they later realized was of the type “of the Sign.”
How the icon wound up on the ocean floor, and how the dolphins knew that it needed to be returned to shore, no one knows. Perhaps the dolphins recognized in the icon the grace of their Creator and of His Most Pure Mother.

The colonel then brought the icon to Moscow, with hopes of showing it to His Holiness Patriarch Kirill, and telling him the miraculous story of how it was “found.”

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Sfânta Sofia din Klisura, Grecia “cea nebună pentru Hristos” și animalele sălbatice (+1974) – 6 mai ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Romanian

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Sfânta Sofia din Klisura, Grecia

“cea nebună pentru Hristos” și animalele sălbatice (+1974)

6 mai

Dragostea Sfintei Sofia din Klisura nu se răsfrângea numai asupra oamenilor, ci și către întreaga zidire, cuvântătoare sau necuvântătoare, sălbatică sau domestică.
În preajma muntelui sălbatic de lângă mănăstire circulau mulți urși, lupi și alte sălbăticiuni. Cu toate aceste animaluțe reușise să se împrietenească Sfânta Sofia.
Din multele istorioare care circulă cu privire la aceasta, ne vom referi la doar trei, care sunt mai deosebite.
Un soldat pensionar, care obișnuise să o viziteze pe Sfânta Sofia până în clipa morții ei, povestește ceva de neconceput pentru oamenii din zilele noastre.
Sfânta avea o ursoaică, care venea și mânca din mâna ei pâine sau orice altceva. Și puteai vedea acea dihanie imensă, dar fără răutate, luând hrana și lingându-i apoi mâinile și picioarele în semn de mulțumire. Apoi se furișa în pădure. Pe ursoaică o botezase Rusa.
Dimitrie G. născut în anul 1960 în Ptolemaida, povestește că și el o văzuse pe Sfânta Sofia la pârâu împreună cu ursoaica, pe care o ținea legată cu o curelușă. Dacă vreun necunoscut ar fi văzut această priveliște neobișnuită, ar fi înlemnit de spaimă.
Pe Rusa o văzuse și Vasilica K. din Bariko. Odată un soldat, văzând din depărtare fiara împreună cu Cuvioasa, a vrut să o împuște, crezând că îi va face rău. Îndată, însă Sfânta a început sa strige și apropiindu-se de el i-a explicat că animalul sălbatic era blând și fără de răutate.
Alți pelerini au văzut trei serpișori care dormeau la capul Cuvioasei, fără a-i face însă nici un rău și spunându-le oamenilor să nu se teamă pentru ca nu au obiceiul de a mușca.
Unii pelerini care o însoțeau la Biserica Sfintei Treimi, unde îngrijea candela, au văzut un șarpe mare încolăcit și s-au speriat foarte tare vrând să îl omoare. Sfânta i-a certat cu cuvintele: “De vreme ce nu vă deranjează, lăsați-l în pace. Este al bisericii.”
Atât de mare este dragostea Sfinților pentru animale, pentru toată zidirea și în special pentru Ziditorul ei, Care le-a creat pe toate întru adânc de înțelepciune!

Hammi: The Norwegian Forest Cat – Our pets are gifts from God – Abbot Tryphon, WA, USA

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Hammi: The Norwegian Forest Cat

Our pets are gifts from God

Source:

https://blogs.ancientfaith.com/morningoffering/

https://blogs.ancientfaith.com/morningoffering/2017/02/hammi-norwegian-forest-cat/

ANCIENT FAITH

MORNING OFFERING

Every evening I try to spend an hour or so in the library, sitting in front of the fire place. Our beloved Norwegian Forest Cat, Hammi, sleeps in the library/community room every night. Hammi is most happy when the entire monastic brotherhood is gathered together with him. He’s an important member of our community, loved by all of us, and is the only cat I know who has his own facebook fan page, started by a woman who’d met him on a pilgrimage to the monastery (if my memory be correct).

I first met Hammi, a large male cat, as I was walking between our old trailer house (now gone) and my cell, some seventeen years ago. We startled one another, but as I reached down with extended hand, he came to me. When I picked him up he began purring immediately, so I opened a can of salmon, and he never left. A month after his arrival we took him to a vet to be checked out. It was the veterinarian who suggested he’d most likely been dumped by someone from Seattle, as happens frequently when people want to dispose of a pet, and make sure the animal can’t find it’s way back home (impossible from an island).

I often tell people that Hammi domesticated me, since I’d not previously been a cat fancier, being allergic to cat dander. Little did I know at the beginning that Norwegian Forest Cats do not have dander. They have a very soft double fur coat, large paws, sweet facial features and a very loud purr box. They are known to be personable, liking to be around people. He greets everyone who comes to the monastery, escorting them up the steps from the parking lot. Everyone who’s ever met Hammi, falls in love. I’ve lost count of the number of people who’ve stated they don’t like cats, but want to get a Norwegian Forest Cat for themselves, once they’ve met him.

Intelligent breed that they are, Hammi has learned to let us know just what he wants, be it water, food, cuddling, sleep, whatever. He is a great companion to all of us, even going into the forest when one of us takes a walk on the Valaam Trail. He has a special game which he seems to enjoy with me, particularly. I’ll head out on the trail with Hammi running ahead. He’ll hide behind a large fern, and even though I know he’s waiting ahead, he always manages to scare me. I’ll then run ahead and hide behind a tree and jump out when he walks by. We play this game until the end of the trail!

At the ripe old age of twenty, Hammi is slowing down a bit, just as am I. We both suffer from arthritis and like to sit by the fire on a cold winter evening, with him cuddling in the lap of the old abbot. I’ve grown so attached to him that I can’t even begin to think of what life in the monastery will be like after he’s gone.

Animals teach us so much about life, and about unconditional love. I’ll never forget the day Hammi spotted our newly arrived Rhode Island Reds for the first time. I was sitting on the veranda of the trapeza with some guests. Hammi sat up when he spotted the hens, and started walking toward the Saint John Chapel. I followed him, as did our guests. When we were standing by the hens, Hammi crouched down, ready for the kill. All that was needed was for me to say, “No, Hammi, they are our friends”. He turned away and walked back to the veranda, leaving me and the guests alone with the chickens. He’s never bothered them since.

Although I’d grown up with dogs and cats, they’d not been in my life throughout my adulthood, until Hammi came around. I’m so very glad he did.

With love in Christ,
Abbot Tryphon

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Saint Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991) & his wild birds

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Saint Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991)

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Saint Porphyrios

of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991)

& his wild birds

Saint Porphyrios was born Evangelos Bairaktaris in the village of Aghios Ioannis in the province of Karystia on the Greek island of Euboea (mod. Evia). The youngest of four, he left school after the first grade and worked in the town of Chalkida at a shop to make money for the family. He was a hard and obedient worker, and stayed there for a few years before moving to Piraeus on the mainland (it is Athens’ port) and working in a general store run by a relative.

Although he hardly knew how to read at the time, Elder Porphyrios had a copy of the Life of St John the Hut-Dweller which he read as a boy. St John inspired him. St John the Hut-Dweller was late fifth-century Constantinopolitan saint who secretly took up the monastic life at the famed monastery of the Acoimetae (Unsleeping Ones). After living for some years according to a very strict rule, St John was granted permission by his abbot to go life near his parents so as to cleanse his heart of earthly love for them. He then dwelled in a hut beside his family, identity unknown, for three years. He revealed himself to his mother on his deathbed.

Young Evangelos was inspired by St John the Hut-Dweller’s story and wanted nothing more than to become a monk. He tried to run away to Mt Athos, the Holy Mountain, to become a monk on a few occasions. When he was 12, he succeeded at his goal and entered the life of obedience to two very strict and severe elders. At the age of 14, he became a monk under the name Niketas, and at 16 he took his full vows.

During these early years of the monastic life, Elder Porphyrios was given no praise but many tasks. He spent much time alone on the mountain with no one but the birds. He learned the Psalms and the prayers by heart. And at age 19, he received a gift from the Holy Spirit of clear sight. When this gift came, he saw his elders approaching his position even though they were far away and around a corner. He knew what they were doing. Later in his life, Elder Porphyrios was able to use this gift of sight to counsel and care for the souls of the many people who came to him seeking God’s grace.

The simplicity of Elder Porphyrios’ heart is visible in his recognition of the songs of praise sung by the birds to Almighty God, a realisation he had while living on the Holy Mountain:

“One morning I was walking alone in the virgin forest. Everything, freshened by the morning dew, was shining in the sunlight. I found myself in a gorge. I walked through it and sat on a rock. Cold water was running peacefully beside me and I was saying the [Jesus] prayer. Complete peace. Nothing could be heard. After a while the silence was broken by a sweet, intoxicating voice singing and praising the Creator. I looked. I couldn’t discern anything. Eventually, on a branch opposite me I saw a tiny bird. It was a nightingale. I listened as the nightingale trilled unstintingly, its throat puffed out to bursting in sustained song. The microscopic little bird was stretching back its wings in order to find power to emit those sweetest of tones, and puffing out its throat to produce that exquisite voice. If only I had a cup of water to give it to drink and quench its thirst!

Tears came to my eyes…” (Elder Porphyrios, Wounded by Love, p. 31).

Elder Porphyrios’ love of the animal world, and of birds in particular, is illustrated by his taming of two wild parrots later in life. He wished also to tame an eagle, but I don’t know if that happened. One of his parrots would say the Jesus Prayer with him.

Ill health forced Elder Porphyrios to leave Mount Athos, and he returned to Evia where we lived at the Monastery of St Charalambos, Levka. In 1926 he was ordained priest and was given the name Porphyrios. He lived at the Monastery of St Charalambos for twelve years as a spiritual guide and confessor, and then three years at the deserted Monastery of St Nicholas in Ano Vatheia.

1940 saw the Second World War and Elder Porphyrios’ move to Athens. He became the chaplain and confessor at the Polyclinic Hospital where he served for many years, leading the liturgy and hearing confessions and ministering to the staff and patients of the hospital, many of whose previous contact with Christianity had been minimal or merely formal.

From 1955 to 1979, he lived at the Monastery of St Nicholas in Kallisia. He was still chaplain at the Polyclinic, but he was now able to also live out his lifelong dream of being a monastic at the same time. In 1979, he moved to Milesi, a village that overlooks Evia, where he lived at first in a caravan and later in a single-cell built of cinder blocks. However, the goal of founding a monastery was realised, and in 1984 he was able to move into one of the rooms of the complex under construction, and in 1990 the foundation stone of the monastic church was laid.

He returned to the Holy Mountain and died at his hermitage in Kavsokalyvia, where he had become a monk so long ago, December 2 1991.

Stories about Elder St Porphyrios abound. One time, a young man on the verge of suicide received a phone call out of the blue, and it was the saint (neither knew each other) who counselled him not to kill himself. This young man was converted, and later met Elder Porphyrios before becoming a priest himself. One young woman had a vision of Elder Porphyrios while she, too, was contemplating suicide. At both these times, Elder Porphyrios had been at prayer when the Lord made the miracle happen.

Elder Porphyrios was a man who could be deeply moved by the words of Scripture:

“One Good Friday we were doing the service. The church was packed with people. I was reading the Gospel, and when I came to the phrase, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, that is, My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? I was unable to finish it. I didn’t read the words ‘why have you forsaken me?‘ I was overcome with emotion. My voice broke. In front of me I saw the whole tragic scene. I saw that face. I heard that voice. I saw Christ so vividly. The people in the church waited. I said nothing. I was unable to continue. I left the Gospel on the reading stand and turned back into the sanctuary. I made the sign of the cross and kissed the Holy Table. I brought to my mind another image, a better one. No, not a better one. There was no more beautiful image than that one, but the image of the Resurrection came to my mind. At once I calmed down. Then I returned to the Holy Doors and said:

‘Excuse me, my children, I got carried away’” –Wounded by Love.

Imagine if more ministers were so drawn into Scripture that their hearts were pierced in the formality of Sunday services!

I have run on long enough. There is much to say. I encourage you to learn the life and teachings of this saint — they are even available in the English book Wounded by Love: The Life and Teachings of Elder Porphyrios.

Saint Pharaildis of Ghent, Belgium & Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France (+740) – January 4

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Saint Pharaildis (Pharailde) of Ghent, Belgium

& Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France (+740)

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Saint Pharaildis or Pharailde (Dutch: Veerle) is an 8th-century Belgian saint and patron saint of Ghent. Her dates are imprecise, but she lived to a great age and died on January 5 at ninety.

Pharaildis was married against her will at a young age with a nobleman, even after having made a private vow of virginity. Her husband insisted that she was married to him, and her sexual fidelity was owed to him, not God. She was therefore physically abused for her refusal to submit to him, and for her late night visits to churches. When widowed, she was still a virgin, and dedicated herself to charity.

According to the Vita Gudilae Pharaildis was the sister of Saint Gudula, Saint Reineldis, and Saint Emebert.

Several miracles are attributed to the saint. Saint Pharaildis caused a well to spring up whose waters cured sick children, turned some bread hidden by a miserly woman into stone, and there are accounts of a “goose miracle,” in which Pharaildis resuscitated a cooked bird working only from its skin and bones.

Saint Pharaildis carries a goose as her insignia.

Her feast day is January 5.

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