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pistis-agapi · 7 months
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Ο π.Παναγιώτης Τσιώλης (2021†), ο παπάς των Αγράφων, πολλές φορές περπατούσε μέσα στην βροχή και παρέμενε τελείως ή σχεδόν άβρεχος (όπως στην φωτογραφία). Πολλά παιδάκια έβλεπαν ένα άγγελο να του κρατά ομπρέλα και άλλες φορές να τον τυλίγει με τα φτερά του.
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Fr. Panagiotis Tsiolis (2021†), the Orthodox priest of Agrafa (Greece), many times walked in the rain and remained completely or almost unwet (as in the photo). Many children saw an angel holding an umbrella for him and other times an angel wrapping him with his wings.
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Отец Панайотис Циолис (2021†), священник Аграфо (Греция), много раз ходил под дождем и оставался полностью или почти сухим (как на фото). Многие дети видели ангела, который держал перед ним зонтик и иногда оборачивал его своими крыльями.
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“The prodigal son, we are told, went to a far country and there spent all that he had. A far country! It is this unique definition of our human condition that we must assume and make ours as we begin our approach to God. A man who has never had that experience, be it only very briefly, who has never felt that he is exiled from God and from real life, will never understand what Christianity is about. And the one who is perfectly ‘at home’ in this world and its life, who has never been wounded by the nostalgic desire for another Reality, will not understand what is repentance.”
- Fr. Alexander Schmemann -
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viagginterstellari · 1 year
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Priest - Neamt Monastery, 2021
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epestrefe · 2 years
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Ο Αχιλλέας Σαμαντζής (1870-1936) και ο Ευγένιος Δαλεζίου είναι οι δύο φωτογράφοι που κατέγραψαν με τον φακό τους την Κωνσταντινούπολη του τέλους του 19ου και των αρχών του 20ου αιώνα.Εδώ Ορθόδοξος ιερέας σε δρόμο της κυρίως Πόλης.
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seraphim-eternal · 19 days
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I lay down my life that I may take it up again. No one takes my life from me, but I lay it down of my own accord.
John 10:17
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alm0staliv3 · 11 months
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what if Ghost... but Orthodox Christian instead of Catholic
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divinum-pacis · 2 years
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A priest prays for unidentified civilians killed by Russian troops during Russian occupation in Bucha, on the outskirts of Kyiv, Ukraine, Aug. 11, 2022. Eleven unidentified bodies exhumed from a mass grave were buried in Bucha Thursday. (AP Photo/Efrem Lukatsky)
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profesors · 4 months
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◾Bogdan Zimonyitsh (Serbian Cyrillic: Богдан Зимоњић; 1813 – 21 January 1909) was a Serbian Orthodox priest and Vojvoda (military commander) in two major uprisings against the Ottoman Empire in 19th-century Herzegovina: in 1852–62, and 1875–78. He is mentioned in archival sources along with other Serbian freedom-fighting priests, including Jovitsa Ilitsh(srb. Јовица Илић/lat. Jovica Ilić) and his associates Pavle Tvrtkovitsh(srb. Павле Твртковић/lat. Pavle Tvrtković), Mile Vitkovitsh(srb. Миле Витковић/lat. Mile Vitković), and Stevan Avramovitsh(srb. Стеван Аврамовић/lat. Stevan Avramović) who rebelled against the occupiers, and another priest, Petko Yagoditsh(srb. Петко Јагодић/lat. Petko Jagodić) of Shamac, who led the next revolt, while history records further armed clashes led by priests Mile Chulibrk(srb. Миле Чулибрк/lat. Mile Čulibrk), Marko Popovitsh(srb. Марко Поповић/lat. Marko Popović), Vaso Kovachevitsh(srb. Васо Ковачевић/lat. Vaso Kovačević) and Gatshina(srb. Гаћина/lat. Gaćina).
◾His son Petar Zimonyitsh(srb. Петар Зимоњић/lat. Petar Zimonjić), the metropolitan of Dabar-Bosnia, was killed by the Ustaše regime in the Independent State of Croatia in June 1941.
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gemsofgreece · 2 months
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In case you didn’t notice, this monk is Greek (watch it all)
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Everybody is eroticizing Catholicism when Orthodox Christianity is right there 😤.
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queenlucythevaliant · 4 months
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🪆would love one featuring Russian thoughts on God! ✝️
SO. I could have sworn that I've posted "Avvakum in Pustozyorsk" on this blog before, but I can't seem to find it so here it is.
(For context, this is written in the voice of a 17th century Russian Orthodox priest and religious dissident (an "Old Believer"). Avvakum was sent to the military outpost of Pustozyorsk where he was imprisoned four fourteen years, then eventually burned at the stake. It uses this historical voice to reflect on the religious persecution of the Soviet era. Also, it's fairly long, so I've highlighted my favorite stanzas.)
Avvakum in Pustozyorsk The walls of my church are the ribs round my heart; it seems life and I are soon bound to part. My cross now rises, traced with two fingers. In Pustozyorsk it blazes; its blaze will linger. I’m glorified everywhere, vilified, branded; I have already become the stuff of legend: I was, people say, full of anger and spite; I suffered, I died for the ancient rite. But this popular verdict is ugly nonsense; I hear and reject the implied censure. A rite is nothing – neither wrong nor right; a rite is a trifle in God’s sight. But they attacked our faith and the ways of the past, in all we’d learned as children, and taken to heart. In their holy garments, in their grand hats, with a cold crucifix in their cold hands, in thrall to a terror clutching their souls, they drag us to jails and herd us to scaffolds. We don’t debate doctrine, of books and their age; we don’t debate virtues of fetters and chains. Our dispute is of freedom, and the right to breathe – about our Lord’s will to bind as he please. The healers of souls chastised our bodies; while they schemed and plotted, we ran to the forests. Despite their decrees, we hurled our words out of the lion’s mouth and into the world. We called for vengeance against their sins along with the Lord; we sang poems and hymns. The words of the Lord were claps of thunder. The Church endures; it will never go under. And I, unyielding, reading the Psalter, was brought to the gates of the Andronikov Monastery. I was young; I endured every pain: hunger, beatings, interrogations. A winged angel shut the eyes of the guard, brought me cabbage soup and a hunk of bread. I crossed the threshold – and I walked free. Embracing my exile, I walked to the East. I held services by the Amur River, where I barely survived the winds and blizzards. They branded my cheeks with brands of frost; by a mountain stream they tore out my nostrils. But the path to the Lord goes from jail to jail; the path to the Lord never changes. And all too few, since Jesus’s days, have proved able to bear God’s all-seeing gaze. Nastasia, Nastasia, do not despair; true joy often wears a garment of tears. Whatever temptations may beat in your heart, whatever torments may rip you apart, walk on in peace through a thousand troubles and fear not the snake that bites at your ankles – though not from Eden has this snake crawled; it is an envoy of evil from Satan’s world. Here, birdsong is unknown; here one learns patience and the wisdom of stone. I have seen no colour except lingonberry in fourteen years spent as a prisoner. But this is not madness, nor a waking dream; it is my soul’s fortress, its will and freedom. And now they are leading me far away and in fetters; my yoke is easy, my burden grows lighter. My track is swept clean dusted with silver; I’m climbing to heaven on wings of fire. Through cold and hunger, through grief and fear, towards God, like a dove, I rise from the pyre. O far-away Russia – I give you my vow to return from the sky, forgiving my foes. May I be reviled, and burned at the stake; may my ashes be cast on the mountain wind. There is no fate sweeter, no better end, than to knock, as ash, at the human heart.
--Varlam Shalamov
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“The Lord does not place heavy crosses on the weak.”
-Fr. Andrei Tkachov -
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annoyingann · 25 days
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YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW MUCH SHIT I'VE ALREADY DONE WITH HER
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Anya has lore, some angst, maybe kinda religious trauma, a lot of things.. and she is also very naive
don't hurt her, she'll be sad :c
So.. lore:
Anya is a nun of an ordinary Orthodox church. she went through 11 years of Orthodox school, 3 years of monasticism and studying icon painting. she was not really considered as a combat priest, because she is quite weak, but she liked to work for the good of the community and for the glory of God... until she ended up in a real monastery in permanent service.
She was not a favorite nun at the monastery. On the contrary, she was first in line for the rod after coming to more serious spiritual work. It wasn't that she was considered weird, she didn't have a problem obeying the rules, but it was a big problem for her that she didn't live up to the new standards. She is weak compared to the others. Her faith is weak, her physical strength is only enough to “plow the church garden” (this was a deliberate understatement from the holy mother. She thought that such banter would make her work on herself more), she does not remember all the prayers she had memorized due to some memory problems , for the same reasons, sometimes she confuses words or reads illiterately - there are a million reasons why she was disliked. For several years, stewing in conditions of severe moral rape, visible hatred from everyone and herself in the first place - all this hit her... so she ran away and joined the team of travelers. She really feels much calmer that she is the only Orthodox nun on the new team. There are no standards, she doesn’t have to fit into them, and therefore lie to herself that she will be able to reach them one day.
she could not stand the conservative cruelty that happened in this place. on the night of her escape, it seemed to her that God hated her. she cut off her hair as a sign of protest because of this.. but during the journey she still did some analysis on her life and her feelings, so she stopped thinking that fate was against her (and in the future her comrades will help her change a little
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orthodoxicons · 11 months
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An icon that displays the pastoral life of a priest.
This icon, located at the Holy Metropolis of Neapolis and Stavroupolis, near the city of Thessaloniki, conveys the sacred work of a priest. It was painted by Lukas, of the monastery of Xenofontos, Mount Athos.
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incarnatedevotion · 3 months
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Clare of Assisi didn’t wield the holy Eucharist so Calvin Robinson could slander the great women in the Anglican priesthood. in the body of Christ there is no male or female. get a grip.
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divinum-pacis · 14 days
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Palestinian Christians take Holy Communion in the Greek Orthodox Dormition of the Virgin Mary Church in the West Bank village of Aboud, November 7, 2010. UPI/Debbie Hill
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