Monday, August 20, 2012

Dimitris Pikionis & Education

Children listen to secret, inner voices. They learn all the time, every minute and hour of the day, and always at the right time, as only children can learn when they are on their own. I sensed that each person requires a special upbringing, a special method of education adapted to their own particular inclinations, if they are to flourish. And yet we are compelled to march across the wide desert of a conventional education, which deadens souls without number. From an early age, I felt the need for a teacher who could read my thoughts and feelings and guide me on my way. Apart from my actual tutors, nature and friendship among my peers have also proved invaluable teachers to me.
Looking back on what I have written here about my life, I contemplate and I, like the poet Cavafy, read 'the inscription on this ancient stone', with its 'badly mutilated' letters, desires and hopes, joy and grief, and I am filled with wonder and admiration at how many tears, then 'tears again', men 'of mortal body and immortal soul' are destined to shed before they can achieve spiritual fulfillment. These 'foul, unceasing' sufferings gradually fashion his spiritual being, in time permeating his works with a mysticism like the 'morning breeze'...

Young people, discard individual will and descend into the trough of obedience. This, and this alone, will grant you true freedom. Do not slacken or lie idle, for it is written that we may eventually be forgiven for not having been able to accomplish something, but never forgiven for not having tried.


A Procession by Constantine Cavafy

Εξ ιερέων και λαϊκών μια συνοδεία,
αντιπροσωπευμένα πάντα τα επαγγέλματα,
διέρχεται οδούς, πλατέες, και πύλες
της περιωνύμου πόλεως Aντιοχείας.
Στης επιβλητικής, μεγάλης συνοδείας την αρχή
ωραίος, λευκοντυμένος έφηβος βαστά
με ανυψωμένα χέρια τον Σταυρόν,
την δύναμιν και την ελπίδα μας, τον άγιον Σταυρόν.
Οι εθνικοί, οι πριν τοσούτον υπερφίαλοι,
συνεσταλμένοι τώρα και δειλοί με βίαν
απομακρύνονται από την συνοδείαν.
Μακράν ημών, μακράν ημών να μένουν πάντα
(όσο την πλάνη τους δεν απαρνούνται). Προχωρεί
ο άγιος Σταυρός. Εις κάθε συνοικίαν
όπου εν θεοσεβεία ζουν οι Χριστιανοί
φέρει παρηγορίαν και χαρά:
βγαίνουν, οι ευλαβείς, στες πόρτες των σπιτιών τους
και πλήρεις αγαλλιάσεως τον προσκυνούν —
την δύναμιν, την σωτηρίαν της οικουμένης, τον Σταυρόν.—


Είναι μια ετήσια εορτή Χριστιανική.
Μα σήμερα τελείται, ιδού, πιο επιφανώς.
Λυτρώθηκε το κράτος επί τέλους.
Ο μιαρότατος, ο αποτρόπαιος
Ιουλιανός δεν βασιλεύει πια.

Υπέρ του ευσεβεστάτου Ιοβιανού ευχηθώμεν.
A procession of priests and laymen—
each walk of life represented—
moves through streets, squares, and gates
of the famous city, Antioch.
At the head of this imposing procession
a handsome white-clad boy
carries the Cross, his arms raised—
our strength and hope, the holy Cross.
The pagans, lately so full of arrogance,
now reticent and cowardly,
quickly slink away from the procession.
Let them keep their distance, always keep their distance from us
(as long as they do not renounce their errors).
The holy Cross goes forward; it brings joy and consolation
to every quarter where Christians live;
and these God-fearing people, elated,
stand in their doorways and greet it reverently,
the strength, the salvation of the universe, the Cross.


This is an annual Christian festival.
But today, you see, it is more conspicuous.
The empire is delivered at last.
The vile, the appalling Julian
reigns no longer.

For most pious Jovian let us give our prayers.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Homily of Saint Ephraim the Syrian concerning the Theotokos


I shall not be jealous, my Son, that Thou art with me, and also with all men.  Be Thou God to him that confesses Thee, and be thou Lord to him that serves Thee, and be Brother to him that loves Thee, that Thou mayest gain all!
When Thou didst dwell in me, Thou didst also dwell out of me, and when I brought Thee forth openly, Thy hidden might was not removed from me.  Thou art within me, and Thou art without me, O Thou that makest Thy Mother amazed.
For [when] I see that outward form of Thine before mine eyes, the hidden Form is shadowed forth “in my mind,” O holy One.  In Thy visible form I see Adam, and in Thy hidden form I see Thy Father, who is joined with Thee.
Hast Thou then shown me alone Thy Beauty in two Forms?  Let Bread shadow forth Thee, and also the mind; dwell also in Bread and in the eaters thereof.  In secret, and openly too, may Thy Church see Thee, as well as Thy Mother.
He that hates Thy Bread is like unto him that hates Thy Body.  He that is far off that desires Thy Bread, and he that is near that loves Thy Image, are alike.  In the Bread and in the Body, the first and also the last have seen Thee.
Yet Thy visible Bread is far more precious than Thy Body; for Thy Body even unbelievers have seen, but they have not seen Thy living Bread.  They that were far off rejoiced! Their portion utterly scorns that of those that are near.
Lo! Thy Image is shadowed forth in the blood of the grapes  The Roman Editor points out that this alludes to a rite in the Syrian Liturgy, in which the officiating Priest is instructed to dip one portion of the consecrated bread into the cup and sprinkle the rest with it. on the Bread; and it is shadowed forth on the heart with the finger of love, with the colors of faith.  Blessed be He that by the Image of His Truth caused the graven images to pass away.
Thou art not [so] the Son of Man that I should sing unto Thee a common lullaby; for Thy Conception is new, and Thy Birth marvelous.  Without the Spirit who shall sing to Thee?  A new muttering of prophecy is hot within me.
How shall I call Thee a stranger to us, Who art from us?  Should I call Thee Son?  Should I call Thee Brother?  Husband should I call Thee?  Lord should I call Thee, O Child that didst give Thy Mother a second birth from the waters?
For I am Thy sister, of the house of David the father of us Both.  Again, I am Thy Mother because of Thy Conception, and Thy Bride am I because of Thy sanctification, Thy handmaid and Thy daughter, from the Blood and Water wherewith Thou hast purchased me and baptized me.
The Son of the Most High came and dwelt in me, and I became His Mother; and as by a second birth I brought Him forth so did He bring me forth by the second birth, because He put His Mother’s garments on, she clothed her body with His glory.
Tamar, who was of the house of David, Amnon put to shame; and virginity fell and perished from them both.  My pearl is not lost:  in Thy treasury it is stored, because Thou hast put it on.
The scent of her brother-in-law slunk from Tamar, whose perfume she had stolen.  As for Joseph’s Bride, not even his breath exhaled from her garments, since she conceived Cinnamon.  A wall of fire was Thy Conception unto me, O holy Son.
The little flower was faint, because the smell of the Lily of Glory was great.  The Treasure-house of spices stood in no need of flower or its smells!  Flesh stood aloof because it perceived in the womb a Conception from the Spirit.
The woman ministers before the man, because he is her head.  Joseph rose to minister before his Lord, Who was in Mary.  The priest ministered before Thy ark by reason of Thy holiness.
Moses carried the tables of stone which the Lord wrote, and Joseph bare about the pure Tablet in whom the Son of the Creator was dwelling.  The tables had ceased, because the world was filled with Thy doctrine.

Dormition of our Lady the Theotokos and Ever-Virgin Mary, Our Panagia

It was right that her all-holy soul should be separated from her most sacred body – separated, and so united to the soul of her Son, the second light united to the first. Her body remained for a short time in the earth, and then departed thence to be together with her soul. For it was right that she should traverse all the paths which were trodden by the Savior, that she should shine upon both the living and the dead, and so in every way should sanctify our human nature, before receiving as her dwelling-place the region appropriate to her. Thus the tomb received her body for a little while, and then heaven in its turn received this new earth, this spiritual body, this treasure of our life, more venerable than the angels, more holy than the archangels.... So the Tree was restored to the Fruit, and the Mother to her Son.
-St. Nicholas Kavasilas
 Homily on the Falling Asleep of Panagia

Holy Prophet Micah

Rejoice not against me my enemy, that I have fallen.
For I shall arise, and though I should sit in darkness the Lord will be my light.


Monday, August 13, 2012

Security & Freedom

"The Lord of Glory"  (8th century, Sinai)
“Now behold, one came and said to Him, Good Teacher, what good thing shall I do that I may have eternal life?" Here we are in danger of interpreting this question in a way that is culturally and historically conditioned. In fact this is probably the way in which the young ruler asked this question. He, I believe, was asking with the understanding that salvation meant salvation from gentile rule (in this context the Romans) and a place in the community of the new Davidic Kingdom. This was also, as is implied by the request to sit at the Lord's right and left hand, similar to the way the apostles originally understood Jesus as Messiah, salvation, and the Kingdom of Heaven. 
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

A Prayer for Syria



Icon of Panagia from Aleppo Syria
Again we pray for the safekeeping of this holy church and this city, and of all cities and towns from pestilence, famine, earthquake, flood, fire and the sword, from invasion of enemies, civil war, and unforeseen death; for His mercy, that He will be kind to entreat as our good God, Who loves all people and that He may turn away and scatter all wrath and disease that moves against us, and deliver us from His impending, justified chastisement, and have mercy on us.

Lord have Mercy and Most Holy Theotokos save us!