Concepts create idols; only wonder grasps anything. - St Gregory of Nyssa
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Saturday, September 17, 2011

Martyr Sophia, and her daughters Faith, Hope, and Love.


They all lived and suffered in Rome during the reign of Emperor Hadrian.

Sophia was wise, as her name implies. She was left a widow, and had established herself and her daughters well in the Christian Faith. When the persecuting hand of Hadrian extended even over the virtuous home of Sophia, Vera was only twelve years old; Nada, ten years old; and Lyubov, nine years old. Brought before the emperor, these four held each other's hands ``like a woven wreath,'' humbly but steadfastly confessed their faith in Christ the Lord and refused to offer sacrifices to the pagan idol Artemis.

Before their suffering, the mother encouraged her daughters to endure to the end: ``Your heavenly Bridegroom, Jesus Christ, is eternal health, inexpressible beauty and eternal life. When your bodies are slain by torture, He will clothe you in incorruption and the wounds on your bodies will shine in the heavens as stars.'' One by one the torturers inflicted cruel torments, first on Vera, then on Nada, and then on Lyubov. They beat them, slashed them, cast them into fire and boiling pitch, and finally beheaded them with the sword one after another.

Sophia took the dead bodies of her daughters outside the town and honorably buried them. She remained at their grave for three days and three nights, praying to God. Then she gave her spirit to God, flying off to Paradise, where the blessed souls of her glorious daughters awaited her.

The Prologue from Ochrid, September 17

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I was Chrismated on September 17, 1999; these faithful ones are close to my heart.
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HYMN OF PRAISE
The Holy Martyrs Vera, Nada and Lyubov, and their Mother, Sophia

Sophia, all-wise, glorified the Lord;
As a sacrifice to Him, she offered three most-beautiful daughters.
To her daughters she said: ``Be not afraid, my daughters;
Strengthen yourselves in Christ; endure in the Faith;
And be not afraid of torture or bitter misfortunes.
Do not grieve over your bodies-it is better in heaven:
God will give you wonderful bodies in heaven.
Do not grieve over your beauty-with divine beauty
You will shine among the angels in the Kingdom of God,
As the daughters of the King of kings!
Do not grieve over life-what is this earthly life worth?
Its span is at most a hundred years.
In heaven, life without end awaits you:
Life without end, life without beginning.
Do not grieve for the company of earthly friends,
For the company of wonderful saints awaits you there.
Nor should the company of worldly kinsmen cause you grief-
For your kin in the heavens are the glorious martyrs.''
Thus the saintly mother instructed her holy daughters,
As, one by one, they flew off to heaven:
Three white doves, innocent and pure,
Flew swiftly to the bosom of Christ.
And with her soul uplifted, their mother flew after them,
And joined her glorious daughters in Paradise;
And our merciful God receives their prayers.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

She's Back!

After a hiatus of a few months, Robin of Berkeley is back at American Thinker.

I actually got a commenter here talking about "white man's burden" (whatever that is). If someone can explain the phrase to me, I'd appreciate it.

Like "Robin," I have no 'white guilt.' I am a second generation American; both sides of my family were nothing more than peasants in the old country. Our families have been in the USA for about 110 years...so I have nothing to do with slavery, either.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Searching for Christ, the Pantocrator


Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me the sinner...

About eleven years ago, I went on a trip to visit some out-of-state friends. One evening we were sitting in their living room, and I was looking at a catalog from Conciliar Press. As I paged through the section of icons, I recall seeing the icon above (from St Catherine's monastery at Mt Sinai), and saying, "Look, there's the face of my Lord!" ...or something very close to that.

Holy God, Holy Mighty, Holy Immortal, have mercy on us...

The first Orthodox services I ever attended were during this trip with my friends: Vespers on Saturday evening, and then Divine Liturgy on the Lord's day. As I recall, we skipped Orthros, since my friends thought the matins service plus Liturgy would be too much for this neophyte! It was all so strange and awe-full, and it was everything my heart had been yearning for. As I progressed in my catechumenate, I also began to discern a depth of thought which I knew I would never exhaust, and a physical discipline desperately needed by my body and soul.

I had found the full expression of the Gospel, what I had been looking for since my youngest days: the One who had made the trees and everything else in the world, including me. I will tell you that story another time.

Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, have mercy on me the sinner...