Month: August 2007

  • Perspective: The Invisible Woman
      By Nicole Johnson

    It started to happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the street 
    when the crossing guard said to him, “Who is that with you, young fella?”  “Nobody,” he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed. My son is only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, “Oh my goodness, nobody?” 

    I would walk into a room and no one would notice. I would say something to my family – like “Turn the TV down, please” – and nothing would happen. Nobody would get up or even make a move for the remote. I would stand there for a minute, and then I would say again, a little louder, “Would someone turn the TV down?” Nothing.

    Just the other night my husband and and I were out at a party. We’d been there for about three hours and I was ready to leave. I noticed he was talking to a friend from work. So I walked over, and when there was a break in the onversation, I whispered, “I’m ready to go when you are.”  He just kept right on talking. That’s when I started to put all the pieces together. I don’t think he can see me. I don’t think anyone can see me. I’m invisible.

    It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I’m thinking, “Can’t you see I’m on the phone?”  Obviously  not. No one can see if I’m on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.  I’m invisible.

    Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?  Can you tie this? Can you open this?  Some days I’m not a pair of hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to ask, “What time is it?” I’m a satellite guide to answer, “What number is the Disney Channel?” I’m a car to order, “Right around 5:30, please.”

    I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -  but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.  She’s going, she’s going, she’s gone!

    One night, a group of us were having dinner celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous 
    trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.  It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually  smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package and said, “I brought you this.”  It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me until I read her inscription: “To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.”

    In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 
    * No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names.
    * These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
    * They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 
    * The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

    A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built , and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, “Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.” And the workman replied, “Because God sees.”

    I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, “I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can’t see right now what it will become.”

    At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong stubborn pride.

    I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see  finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

    When I really think about it, I don’t want my son to tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, “My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.” That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, “You’re gonna love it there.”

    As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

  • ~Reminiscing~

    This time last year….what a difference a year makes!

    The first day of school -2006.
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    Jonah- 5, Nicholas-6 and Basil-8

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    Nicholas at his first grade desk.

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    Fr. and Maria~Angelica- Notice the ear and the thumb? Even a year can’t change somethings!

     

  •  Click here to view news report -Massive wildfires continue to rage across the Peloponessian peninsula, killing 63 people and displacing thousands

    American Orthodox Organize Aid for Greece

    Archbishop Demetrios struggles to get aid to Greece ravaged by wildfires.

    CBS

    Lou Young
    Reporting

    (CBS) NEW YORK Greece continues to burn, and the Greek Orthodox Church in America is organizing help.

    Massive wildfires continue to rage across the Peloponessian peninsula, killing 63 people and displacing thousands more, many of whom had to be evacuated by helicopter. The flames are surrounding entire villages and towns, aided by erratic winds, the tinder dry landscape, and apparently by mysterious arsonists.

    The primate of the Greek Orthodox Church in America is beginning to marshal relief forces from his offices on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. The fires, however, are something beyond his experience.

    “It’s exceedingly painful. It’s not an ordinary fire. It’s not an ordinary catastrophe. The only thing I remember as a child is during the Second World War when we had bombardments and people were killed by that,” Archbishop Demetrios said.

    New Yorkers with family in Greece tell us it’s a time of high anxiety.

    “They’re afraid for their lives, their livelihood. Every single moment they’re just afraid. Fires are so close to them,” said Dionysia Floripoulos.

    “Nobody’s really talking about anything else. People who have relatives over there say it’s getting much worse. Nobody can comprehend how or why,” Nikki Stephanopolous said.

    Contributions to the relief effort may be sent to:

    Greek Orthodox Relief Fund For Greek Fires
    8 E. 79th Street

    New York, N.Y. 10021

    (© MMVII, CBS Broadcasting Inc. All Rights Reserved.)

  • Evangelicals Turn Toward … the Orthodox Church?

    The Iconoclasts

    by Jason Zengerle

    Post date 08.27.07 | Issue date 08.27.07

     

    The ministry is a calling, but it is also a career, and, in 1987, a Baptist minister named Wilbur Ellsworth was given the career opportunity of a lifetime. After nearly two decades of pastoring modest congregations in California and Ohio, Ellsworth, at the age of 43, was called to lead the First Baptist Church of Wheaton, Illinois–one of the most prominent evangelical churches in what was then the most prominent evangelical city in the world. Often called the “Evangelical Vatican,” the leafy Chicago suburb is home to Wheaton College–the prestigious evangelical college whose most famous graduate is Billy Graham–and a host of influential evangelical figures, a number of whom worshipped at First Baptist. “I was now preaching to these people every Sunday,” Ellsworth recalls. “It was all sort of heady and exciting.”

    From a professional standpoint, Ellsworth thrived. He oversaw the construction of a majestic new building for First Baptist with a 600-seat sanctuary and a 100-foot steeple that towered over Wheaton’s Main Street. And, due to the prominent evangelicals he now ministered to, he became something of a prominent evangelical himself–routinely meeting with the many evangelical leaders who constantly came through Wheaton. “I was at the very center of the religious world that I’d been a part of for most of my life,” he says. “It was quite a promotion from where I was before.”

    From a spiritual perspective, however, Ellsworth was suffering. Over the past 20 years, a growing number of evangelical churches have joined what is called the “church growth movement,” which favors a more contemporary, market-driven style of worship–with rock ‘n’ roll “praise songs” supplanting traditional hymns and dramatic sketches replacing preachy sermons–in the hope of attracting new members and turning churches into megachurches. First Baptist of Wheaton was not immune to this trend: Ellsworth increasingly found himself fighting with congregants about the way worship was being done. “They wanted to replace our organ with a drum set and do similar things that boiled down not to doctrine, but to personal preference,” he explains. “I said, That’s not going to happen as long as I’m here.’” It didn’t. In 2000, after 13 years as the pastor of First Baptist, Ellsworth was forced out.

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    For Ellsworth, his departure from First Baptist triggered both a professional and a spiritual crisis. But, before he could deal with the former, he felt he had to address the latter. He devoted himself to reading theology and church history. At first, he seemed headed in the direction of the Calvinist-influenced Reformed Baptist Church or the Anglican Church, which are where evangelicals in search of a more classical Christian style of worship often end up. But, as Ellsworth continued in his own personal search, his readings and discussions began taking him further and further past the Reformation and ever deeper into church history. And, gradually, much to his surprise, he found himself growing increasingly interested in a church he once knew virtually nothing about: the Orthodox Church. “I really thought he’d go to Canterbury,” says Alan Jacobs, a Wheaton College English professor and Anglican who is friendly with Ellsworth. “But he took a sudden right turn and wound up in Constantinople.”

    Ellsworth began reading more and more about Orthodox Christianity–eventually spending close to $10,000 on Orthodox books. By 2005, he was regularly visiting an Antiochian Orthodox Church in Chicago (the Antiochian Orthodox Church is Middle Eastern in background and the seat of its patriarchate is in Damascus). By late 2006, Ellsworth realized that he wanted to be Orthodox himself. On the first Sunday of the following February, an Orthodox priest in Chicago anointed him with holy oil and he was chrismated–or formally received–into the Orthodox Church. A month later, at the age of 62, he was ordained as an Orthodox priest himself.

    Ellsworth’s story is hardly unique. Most of the approximately 150 members of the Orthodox parish he now leads are former evangelicals themselves. Even Ellsworth’s transition from evangelical minister to Orthodox priest is not uncommon. Of the more than 250 parishes of the Antiochian Orthodox Christian Archdiocese of North America, some 60 percent are led by convert priests, most of whom are from evangelical backgrounds. And, according to Bradley Nassif, a professor at North Park University and the leading academic expert on Evangelical- Orthodox dialogue, the Antiochian Archdiocese has seen over 150 percent church growth in the last 20 years, approximately 75 percent of which is attributable to converts.

    While it’s unlikely that the Orthodox Church–which, according to the best estimate, has only 1.2 million American members–will ever pose any sort of existential threat to evangelical Christianity in the United States, it is significant nonetheless that a growing number of Southern Baptists and Presbyterians and Assemblies of God members have left the evangelical fold, turning to a religion that is not only not American, but not even Western. Their flight signals a growing dissatisfaction among some evangelicals with the state of their churches and their complicated relationship with the modern world.

    One evening in June, I went to see Wilbur Ellsworth at his new professional and spiritual home–the Holy Transfiguration Antiochian Orthodox Church in Warrenville, Illinois. Although it is one town over from Wheaton and just a few miles from First Baptist, Holy Transfiguration is located a great psychic distance from the “Evangelical Vatican.” The church itself is tucked away in a shabby residential neighborhood, set among working-class bungalows and across the street from a Veteran of Foreign Wars (VFW) post, and it is housed in a modest one-story building with peeling white paint. It was a Saturday evening when I first visited, and Ellsworth–or, as he’s now called, Father Wilbur–was at the church to lead a vespers service. He was robed in gold-trimmed vestments, but with his open, clean-shaven face, he bore little resemblance to the stern–to say nothing of hirsute– Orthodox priests of popular imagination.

    Greeting me outside Holy Transfiguration, Ellsworth was gracious, but also a bit anxious. As 30 or so worshipers filed into the church, he cast occasional glances across the street, where a few presumably unchurched people were making a ruckus on the VFW baseball field as they drank beer and shagged fly balls. Standing in the diminishing evening light, he apologized for what he said was an unusually small turnout, which he attributed to the pleasant weather. “If they don’t come,” he said, “I’ll remind them who made it so nice.” He also apologized for the church’s appearance, telling me that in a few weeks its exterior would be repainted. As we prepared to head inside, he introduced me to his wife, Jean, who, he explained, would sit with me through the service in case I had any questions. It was the first time in all of my journalistic visits to churches– including the time I went to an all-night service at a charismatic church of African immigrants who spoke in tongues–that a minister felt compelled to provide me with a chaperone. More than anything, Ellsworth seemed worried that I’d find his church weird.

    This is an understandable fear. For a long time, the Orthodox Church simply wasn’t on the radar of most Americans–never mind evangelicals. Although Orthodox Christianity has been in North America since 1794, when Russian Orthodox missionaries crossed the Bering Strait to convert Aleuts in Alaska, Orthodox churches in the United States were almost entirely immigrant or ethnic–especially after the Russian Revolution, which spelled an end to the Russian Orthodox Church’s attempts to do missionary work with Americans. “The whole history of Orthodoxy in North America from 1918 until relatively recently is a terrible story,” says A. Gregg Roeber, a Penn State professor of early modern history and religious studies.

    But that story took a dramatic turn 20 years ago, when a group of about 2,000 evangelicals converted en masse into the Antiochian Orthodox Church. The conversion had been nearly two decades in the making. In 1968, a Campus Crusade for Christ executive named Peter Gillquist became disenchanted with the group’s parachurch identity, but he could not find an existing evangelical church that met his spiritual needs. Gillquist joined with about half a dozen other similarly disenchanted Campus Crusade for Christ staffers and embarked on what they called, somewhat cheekily, “the phantom search for the perfect church.” As Gillquist recounts in his memoir, Becoming Orthodox, “Our basic question was, whatever happened to that Church we read about in the pages of the New Testament? Was it still around? If so, where? We wanted to be a part of it.” Much like Wilbur Ellsworth would do years later, Gillquist and his fellow sojourners worked their way back through church history and doctrine before they finally came to 1054 and the East-West Schism and, thus, a fork in the road. One path took them to Rome and the West; the other to Constantinople and the East. Gillquist and the others thought the East was right to resist papal excesses; they also thought the East was right to insist on equality among the Holy Trinity, rather than relegating the Holy Spirit to a lesser place than God the Father and God the Son. They concluded, almost reluctantly, that they were Orthodox.

    Unlike Ellsworth, though, Gillquist and his group had no clearly laid-out path to becoming Orthodox. For nearly ten years, as they formed their own organization called the Evangelical Orthodox Church and gained their own followers, they tried–and failed–to join the Orthodox Church. In 1985, about 20 of them traveled all the way to Istanbul to seek the acceptance of the Ecumenical Patriarch of the Greek Orthodox Church, only to be turned away moments before their scheduled meeting. Greek Orthodox officials were evidently worried that Gillquist and his group weren’t sufficiently committed to promoting Hellenistic culture.

    Finally, Metropolitan Philip Saliba, the archbishop of the Antiochian Orthodox Christian Archdiocese of North America, came to their rescue. Born and raised in Lebanon, Metropolitan Philip came to the United States in the 1950s and studied history at Wayne State University in Michigan. He stayed and became an Orthodox priest, initially leading a congregation of mostly Lebanese and Syrian immigrants in Cleveland. But he had a vision of growing the Orthodox Church in the United States. Importantly, his vision wasn’t constrained by any sort of nationalist or ethnic pride; while the other two large Orthodox jurisdictions in the United States–the Russian and Greek Orthodox Churches–conducted their liturgies in Slavonic or Greek, the Lebanese, Syrian, and other Arab immigrants who attended Antiochian Orthodox Churches were more assimilationist and often conducted their liturgies in English.

    When Metropolitan Philip learned of Gillquist and his group, he seized on the opportunity. In 1987, he converted most of the clergy and the members of the Evangelical Orthodox Church into the Antiochian Orthodox Church.

    Since that conversion, the number of Antiochian Orthodox Church parishes in the United States has more than doubled, largely through the efforts of Gillquist, who serves as the Director of the Department of Missions and Evangelism for the Antiochian Orthodox Christian Archdiocese. Although Gillquist is now 69 and a cancer survivor, he continues to travel around the United States, evangelizing on behalf of the Orthodox Church with a particular eye toward converting evangelicals. “Right now, the flood of evangelicals [interested in Orthodoxy] is just overwhelming,” he says.

    When Wilbur Ellsworth ministered at First Baptist, a typical Sunday service–held inside the church’s immense but unadorned white-walled, burgundy-carpeted sanctuary–went something like this: Wearing a suit and tie, Ellsworth would stand at a pulpit and preach. Aside from occasionally rising in prayer and joining the church choir and orchestra in some traditional Protestant hymns, the congregants would largely refrain from any activity during the one-hour-and-15-minute service–except for once a month, when they would receive communion.

    The service Ellsworth now leads at Holy Transfiguration, by contrast, has an entirely different feel. Wearing his priestly vestments and standing inside the church’s small sanctuary–which boasts yellow walls covered with hundreds of tiny iconic pictures of saints and Oriental rugs on the floor–Ellsworth conducts much of the service from behind the iconostasis (or icon wall) where he is out of view of the congregation. The congregants stand for most of the two-hour service, constantly prostrating and crossing themselves, and the only music is rhythmic Byzantine chanting. At the end of the service, they file up to the front of the sanctuary–as they do every Sunday–and take communion. It’s easy to see how, for someone reared in an evangelical church, the Orthodox Church might seem like something not just from another culture, but another world.

    And yet it is precisely that otherworldliness that is part of what is attracting a growing number of evangelicals to the Orthodox Church. Since the late nineteenth century, when fundamentalism emerged as a response to the increasing cosmopolitanism of mainline Protestant denominations, evangelicalism has been an anti-modern movement. But, at the same time, with its belief in the importance of saving lost souls, evangelicalism hasn’t been able to completely divorce itself from modern culture–and, in the latter half of the twentieth century, it began to increasingly try to employ or co-opt aspects of the modern world in its efforts to lure “seekers” and others to the faith. As Ellsworth explains, one of the principal attractions of the Orthodox Church for him is its solidity–and lack of interest in integrating modern life. “There is, in the Orthodox Church, an enormous conservatism,” he marvels. “There is not going to be a radical change in the worship life of the church next week.”

     

    This is an appealing idea, particularly to younger Orthodox converts who view evangelicalism as corrupted by the generation born right after World War II. “Baby boomers had an overweening confidence that our creativity and spontaneity was fascinating and rich,” says Frederica Mathewes-Greene, a one-time charismatic Episcopalian who’s now a prominent Orthodox speaker and author. “The following generation sees it as not all that rich. They find the decades of the rock band onstage performing songs kind of shallow. They’re looking past their parents for something earlier.”

    They’re also looking for something with more intellectual depth. The evangelical church has a long history of anti-intellectualism: As the early twentieth-century evangelist Billy Sunday proclaimed, “When the word of God says one thing and scholarship says another, scholarship can go to hell.” Some evangelicals who became Orthodox simply could no longer tolerate evangelicalism’s anti-intellectualism. As Mark Noll, a professor of history at Notre Dame and the author of The Scandal of the Evangelical Mind, explains, “After the Second World War, after the boom in education, there were a lot of sectarian evangelicals who became educated and started reading widely and had experience in urban areas–all of which undermined the form of the Christianity they’d been raised with, although not necessarily their Christianity. It seems almost inevitable that, as some evangelicals become more interested in history, culture, Europe, and the broader world events of the twentieth century, that, within that group, there are going to be some who are attracted to Orthodoxy.”

    Gillquist and Ellsworth are among those who feel evangelicalism has mistakenly staked its foundation on the changing concept of personal Christian experience rather than on the firmer ground of theological doctrine. “Evangelical theology is rooted in only the last twenty-five percent of the history of the church, the post-Reformation period,” Ellsworth says. “Orthodoxy goes back to the church fathers; it goes back to the roots and the first seventy-five percent of church history. There is a very real sense of continuity.” Lacking this continuity, evangelicalism must continually adapt to modern life, a process that Orthodox converts like Gillquist say has inhibited the church’s intellectual growth. “Worship has now been basically reduced to entertainment,” he explains. “That carries people for two years, and then they start looking for something with more depth. Those are the people who we pick up: serious Christians who are hungry for more.”

    And, in some respects, hungry for less. Although the culture wars seem like a staple of evangelical life, the converts suggest that there is a growing fatigue with this worldly fight. One of the more striking things about the Orthodox Church is that it’s not very political. That’s not to say it isn’t conservative. “As Orthodox, we don’t believe that being gay is a legitimate alternative lifestyle, we believe it’s an aberration. We also say abortion is murder,” says Gillquist. But, unlike in many evangelical churches, these views–while strongly held–tend not to come up in the course of worship. As Daniel Larison, a conservative writer and Orthodox convert who attends a Russian Orthodox Church in Chicago, says, “As a general rule, the sermons are going to be related to the gospel and that’s about it. Political themes and political ideas don’t come into sermons directly. That’s not why people are there. They want to keep that as far away as possible.”

    And, by keeping it far away, the Orthodox Church has been immune to the social and political conflicts that frequently flare up in the Anglican and Catholic Churches, where disaffected evangelicals once typically sought refuge. “In the Roman Catholic Church and the Protestant Church, there’s a lot of dialogue with the culture: For instance, what do we do with the whole creation versus evolution thing? Where does science play in?” says Andrew Henderson, an evangelical-turned-Anglican who recently converted to Orthodox Christianity and worships at Holy Transfiguration. “In the Orthodox Church, with that Eastern mindset that’s just so ancient, those questions haven’t really arisen. It just isn’t a concern.”

    On the morning after the Vespers service, I went to Holy Transfiguration to attend Sunday mass. The turnout was much better than the night before, with nearly 100 people crowded into the small sanctuary. When the service was over, they headed to a basement social hall for a post-mass meal. The Orthodox Church had recently ended a month-long fast–during which church members were prohibited from eating meat and dairy and subsisted on what’s basically a vegan diet–and so the congregants eagerly gorged on meatballs and beef casserole. One of those enjoying the meal was Jordan DeRenzo.

    A recent graduate of North Central College in nearby Naperville, DeRenzo was also a recent Orthodox convert. She had once belonged to First Baptist. When Ellsworth decided to convert to the Orthodox Church, she converted with him.

    After the meal, as I sat with her and several other Holy Transfiguration parishioners in the now mostly empty sanctuary, DeRenzo, like a recent convert to any religion, spoke passionately about her new spiritual home. The things about it that had once seemed strange to her–such as the fasting and the icons–she now embraced. Fasting brought her body in line with her spirit; she was also hoping to attend icon school so she could be taught how to draw her own pictures of the Orthodox saints. “It’s learning how to love something that is foreign,” she said.

    But it wasn’t just the foreignness of the Orthodox Church; it was its bigness that appealed to DeRenzo, as well. Indeed, as she continued to talk, it became clear that, as an evangelical, she had felt very small and alone. It was a surprising sentiment to hear from someone about the evangelical movement. After all, ever since the rise of the Moral Majority, American evangelicals have arguably been the most politically powerful religious group in the country. But perhaps the most telling revelation of the Orthodox conversion trend is that this political power has not translated into a sense of spiritual power–or belonging. For these converts, it seems, the Orthodox Church has solved the unbearable lightness of being evangelical. “When I was in [an evangelical church], I was thinking, This is great, I love this,’” DeRenzo said. “But I thought, and I don’t mean to be morbid, but eventually some day this pastor is going to die or I’m going to move away, so if this is the only place in the world where the truth is, that’s tragic.” DeRenzo paused and looked around the sanctuary at the icons and the candles. She went on, “Coming to the Orthodox Church means that I am in communion with that church no matter where I am in the world, that I can go into that church wherever I am and have the same liturgy and celebrate the same way. I’ll be in communion with other people. And that is so huge. That hugeness is so exciting.”

    Jason Zengerle is a senior editor at The New Republic.

  • ~St. Phanourius~

    Today, August 27,  is the feast day of St. Phanourius. I often ask St. Phanourius to help me located things and he does. Thank you St. Phanourius!


    St
    Phanourius

    We know nothing for certain
    about the background of St Phanourius, nor exactly when he lived.
    Tradition says that when the island of Rhodes had been conquered by
    Moslems, the new ruler of the island wished to rebuild the walls of the
    city, which had been damaged in previous wars. Several ruined buildings
    were near the fortress, and stone from these buildings was used to repair
    the walls at the end of the fifteenth century, or the beginning of the
    sixteenth.

    While working on the fortress, the Moslems uncovered
    the ruins of a beautiful church. Several icons, most of them badly
    damaged, were found on the floor. One icon, of St Phanourius, looked as if
    it had been painted that very day. The local bishop, whose name was Nilus,
    was called to see the icon. It said, “Saint Phanourius.”

    The saint
    is depicted as a young soldier holding a cross in his right hand. On the
    upper part of the cross is a lighted taper. Twelve scenes from his life
    are shown around the border of the icon. These scenes show him being
    questioned by an official, being beaten with stones by soldiers, stretched
    out on the ground while soldiers whip him, then having his sides raked
    with iron hooks. He is also shown locked up in prison, standing before the
    official again, being burned with candles, tied to a rack, thrown to the
    wild animals, and being crushed by a large rock. The remaining scenes
    depict him standing before idols holding burning coals in his hands, while
    a demon stands by lamenting his defeat by the saint, and finally, the
    saint stands in the midst of a fire with his arms raised in prayer.

    These scenes clearly revealed that the saint was a martyr. Bishop
    Nilus sent representatives to the Moslem ruler, asking that he be
    permitted to restore the church. Permission was denied, so the bishop went
    to Constantinople and there he obtained a decree allowing him to rebuild
    the church.

    At that time, there was no Orthodox bishop on the
    island of Crete. Since Crete was under the control of Venice, there was a
    Latin bishop. The Venetians refused to allow a successor to be consecrated
    when an Orthodox bishop died, or for new priests to be ordained, hoping
    that in time they would be able to convert the Orthodox population to
    Catholicism. Those seeking ordination were obliged to go to the island of
    Kythera.

    It so happened that three young deacons had traveled from
    Crete to Kythera to be ordained to the holy priesthood. On their way back,
    they were captured at sea by Moslems who brought them to Rhodes to be sold
    as slaves. Lamenting their fate, the three new priests wept day and night.

    While in Rhodes the priests heard of the miracles performed by the
    holy Great Martyr Phanourius. They began to pray to him with tears, asking
    to be freed from their captivity. Each of the three had been sold to a
    different master, and so remained unaware of what the others were doing.

    By the mercy of God, each of the priests was allowed by his master
    to pray at the restored church of St Phanourius. All three arrived at the
    same time and prostrated themselves before the icon of the saint, asking
    to be delivered from the hands of the Hagarenes (Moslems, descendents of
    Hagar). Somewhat consoled, the priests left the church and returned to
    their masters.

    That night St Phanourius appeared to the three
    masters and ordered them to set the priests free so that they could serve
    the Church, or he would punish them. The Moslems ignored the saint’s
    warning, believing the vision to be the result of sorcery. The cruel
    masters bound the priests with chains and treated them even worse than
    before.

    Then St Phanourius went to the priests and freed them from
    their shackles, promising that they would be freed the next day. Appearing
    once more to the Moslems, the holy martyr told them severely, “If you do
    not release your slaves by tomorrow, you shall witness the power of God!”

    The next morning, all the inhabitants of the homes where the
    priests were held awoke to find themselves blind, paralyzed, and in great
    pain. They considered what they were to do, and so decided to send for the
    priests. When the three priests arrived, they asked them whether they
    could heal them. The priests replied, “We will pray to God. May His will
    be done!”

    Once more St Phanourius appeared to the Hagarenes,
    ordering them to send to the church a document granting the priests their
    freedom. He told them that if they refused to do this, they would never
    recover their sight or health. All three masters wrote letters releasing
    the priests, and sent the documents to the church, where they were placed
    before the icon of St Phanourius.

    Before the messengers returned
    from the church, all those who had been blind and paralyzed were healed.
    The priests joyfully returned to Crete, carrying with them a copy of the
    icon of St Phanourius. Every year they celebrated the Feast of St
    Phanourius with deep gratitude for their miraculous deliverance.


    The saint’s name sounds similar to the Greek verb “phanerono,”
    which means “to reveal” or “to disclose.” For this reason, people pray to
    St Phanourius to help them find lost objects. When the object is
    recovered, they bake a sweet bread and share it with the poor, offering
    prayers for the salvation of saint’s mother. Her name is not known, but
    according to tradition, she was a sinful woman during her life. St
    Phanourius has promised to help those who pray for his mother in this
    way.

  • ~Making Progress~

    Our
    Latin books arrived  and now we are waiting for our zoology books. 
    Yesterday I ordered Shurely Grammar 4, Saxon Math, Rosette Stone Modern
    Greek I and II . All that is left to do is order WRTR
    go through our school supplies to see what we need to buy in addition
    to buying a few new items of school clothing- I hope I am not
    forgetting anything, although I’m sure I am. I am working on getting
    the apartment “school ready”.  It is also very exciting to be a part of
    Rivendell- A Christian and Classical study center; they are an answer
    to our prayers!! There is so much to look forward to with this new
    school year. Glory be to God!

    Rivendell

    Shurely Grammar

    History- History of the World

    Literature/writing/poetry

    Latin

    Art

    Zoology Science

    At Home

    Modern Greek – Rosette Stone and Greek School on Saturdays

    Saxon Math- 3 for Nicholas 5/4 for Basil

    WRRT- spelling and handwriting

  • ~Homeschooling question~

    I don’t really want to teach Saxon Math- I find it really blah and boring. However the boys have done several years of Saxon at Mars Hill Academy. Should I just stick with it?  How is Math U See? Also what spelling curriculum would you recommend for second and fourth grade?

  • Quote for the Week:
    Know and remember that the matter of your salvation is always near to the heart of the Theotokos, the Mother of God, for it was for this that the Son of God, by the favor of the Father and the cooperation of the Holy Spirit, chose her out of all generations and was incarnate of her in order to save the human race from sin, the curse, and the eternal death, or everlasting torment.  As the matter of our salvation is near to the Savior, so likewise it is near to her.  Turn to her with full faith, trust and love. St. John of Kronstadt

     

    Scripture of the Week: The LORD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him. Exodus 15:2

     

    Question of the Week:  I remember a quip delivered at a Christian conference by a speaker on the topic of salvation.  He charged that if Christians truly were a joyful people, someone ought to notify our faces of the fact!  How am I living out my salvation?  Do I daily radiate the joy of one who has been called by God?  Or, do I wear a face that emphasizes an attitude of “suffering for the Kingdom”?

     

    Thought of the Week: - Back to Basics

     

    School and fall schedules are just around the corner. This is a prime time to survey our homes and schedules and to take some time to ensure helpful systems are in place to support the flurry of activity that seems to hit after Labor Day Weekend.

     

    1. Help your children rid their closets and drawers of worn or outgrown clothing. Remember, if YOU like it but THEY don’t, it won’t be worn and is just taking up valuable space! Help them do this process 2-3 times yearly. It is easier to maintain drawers and closets that aren’t over packed with clothing and other stuff. (Hint: hand-me-downs are helpful ONLY if they are being worn. Keep or store only those clothes that your children SAY they would like to wear and bless others with the rest!)
    2. Put a handle on the daily paper deluge! A legal size filing cabinet can be very helpful. Make a file for each of your children with their name and grade on it. Throughout the year, store those papers that are special or important, and make sure their name and grade is on each one. Exceptional papers or artwork will be ready to pull out to make displays for grandparents and for other occasions. Make files for all your household needs, being sure to occasionally purge them. Also, have some ‘current’ files handy for on-going projects that need to be referred to often. This will keep your desk area clutter-free.
    3. Take advantage of auto-bill paying. It saves time and stamp money. A handy reminder for these is to write on the top of a 3×5 card the bill name, and below make 12 entries (6 on each side) with the month and payment amount. At the end of each month, enter the amount in your checkbook and highlight the month paid on the index card. Be sure to promptly balance your checkbook each month.
    4. Have you ever made a master grocery list for your home? Go through your home and list EVERYTHING you buy on a regular basis. Create a 3-4 column page using headings like dairy, frozen foods, and cosmetics, and list ALL of these items. Ideally fit it on one side of a page (example included). When it is time to grocery shop, plan your menus for the week (with flexibility), print the master grocery list, and go through each column, placing a circle next to those items that you need to buy. This takes time, but is well worth it. As you shop, fill in the circle next to the items you obtain. This process saves time spent going to the grocery store, saves money as you shop with a list in your hand, and saves the headache of running out of items at home that you forgot you needed. Your initial grocery bill will be very large, but as you begin to be more properly stocked with needed items at home, you will begin saving money and developing a clear idea of what items you really NEED to run your home smoothly.
    5. Be routine! Organize your life such that you accomplish what you need to do daily. Make sure you pray, that you know what is for dinner, that you throw a load of laundry on, and that you and your family perpetually pick up after them selves. Do not forge ahead if you have not accomplished these things. Daily maintenance is much easier than weekly or monthly overhauls.
    6. Enjoy your life and each member of your precious family!

  • ~May God Grant you, Many Years! Xronia Poula!~

    Today is one of Maria~Angelica’s many name days.  In Greece, the children who are named in honor of the Mother of God celebrate on the Feast day of the Entrance of the Theotokos  (since the Mother of God was a child when she was presented at the temple) and that the older people celebrate today, Panagias. Today is a major feast day and a huge national holiday in Greece. I have been trying to call my MIL (Maria) who lives in Greece  to wish her a happy name day.  Today all those people named Maria, Despina, Panagyiota or Panagyioti (Pete in English, for some reason) celebrate today. Tonight I will go to our friends house, Fr. Steven and Pres. Deborah Kostoff to celebrate the Feast Day. I talked to Fr. and Basil and everyone is doing well and enjoying camp. This morning they Divine Liturgy at camp. My dad is doing very well and making progress. The rehab facility is very nice and he has had good care. My mom and Dad have been enjoying Maria~Angelica as well as the nurses and residents. I have been visiting all our friends and getting some badly needed shopping done. Maria~Angelica is SUCH a girly girl and has enjoyed every bit of shopping we have done. I have had to pry her away from a hair accesories cart at the mall.  She was very unchartiztically crying and screaming, as we walked away,  for a Swarovski crystal butterfly hair clip! Oye Vye!

    May God grant Many years to all those that celebrate their name days today! Happy Feast Day to all!

    A very special name day greeting to our dear little friend and Jonah’s special friend, Despina!! We love you Despina!!!

    Holy Theotokos pray to God for us!

    The Dormition of the Theotokos

    Celebrated on August 15

    Panagias

    The Feast of the Dormition or FallingAsleep of the Theotokos commemorates the death, resurrection, and glorification of Christ’s mother. To help us in our preparation of the feast, it is preceded by a two week fast. As with the Nativity of the Virgin (September 8) and the feast of her Entrance to the Temple (November 21)the Feast of the Dormition also comes from the Tradition of the Church.

    There we learn that Mary died as all people die because she had a mortal human nature affected by the corruption of this world. The Church proclaims that Mary needed to be saved by Christ just as all of us are saved from trials, sufferings, and death of this world. Having truly died, she was raised by her Son as the “Mother of Life” and already participates in the eternal life of paradise which is prepared and promised to all who “hear the word of God and keep it.” (Luke 11:27-28) Finally, we celebrate the fact that what happens to Mary happens to all who imitate her holy life of humility, obedience and love.

    It is important to remember that there are no relics of the Theotokos. Their existence has never been mentioned throughout history. At one time in Constantinople there was a center of pilgrimage where the belt and veil of the Virgin were venerated.

    Adapted from The Orthodox Church, Volume II: Worship, by Fr. Thomas Hopko.

    From the Tradition of the Church

    Following the day of Pentecost, the Theotokos remained in the city of Jerusalem, comforting the infant Christian community. She was living in the house of the beloved Apostle John, later the Evangelist. At the time of her death (tradition states she was in her early fifties) many of the Apostles were scattered throughout the world preaching the Gospel. All but Thomas were miraculously brought to the Virgin aloft on clouds.

    As they stood around her bedside, she commended her spirit to the Lord and Jesus descended from Heaven, taking up her soul in His arms. The Apostles sang the funeral hymns in her honor and carried her body to a tomb in Cedron near Gethsemane. When a Jewish man tried to interrupt their solemn procession, an angel of the Lord came and punished him by cutting off his hands, which were later healed.

    The Apostle Thomas arrived on the third day and wished to see the Virgin for the last time. They discovered an empty tomb. Church tradition relates that the Theotokos was resurrected bodily and taken to heaven, the same reward that awaits all the righteous on the Last Day.

    About the Icon

    The Theotokos is depicted upon the funeral bier.

    Christ, standing behind the Theotokos, is her Son, Who has come to receive His Mother’s soul into heaven; He holds in His left arm an infant in white, symbolizing the soul of the Theotokos reborn in her glory in heaven; Christ also is robed in white and appears in an aureole (elongated halo) depicting the Light of His Divinity.

    The Apostles are depicted on either side of the bier stand the Apostles; the group on the left is led by St. Peter who stands at the head of the bier; the group on the right is led by St. Paul who stands at the foot of the bier.

    Below the bier is a figure of Antonius the Jew, who tried to disrupt the procession, was punished, but later repented of his sins and embraced Christianity through Baptism.

    Taken from The Icon Book, by Boojamra, Essey, McLuckie & Matusiak.

    Troparion (Tone 1)

    In giving birth, you preserved your virginity!
    In falling asleep you did not forsake the world, O Theotokos!
    You were translated to life, O Mother of Life,
    And by your prayers you deliver our souls from death!

    Kontakion (Tone 2)

    Neither the tomb, nor death, could hold the Theotokos,
    Who is constant in prayer and our firm hope in her intercessions.
    For being the Mother of Life,
    She was translated to life by the One who dwelt in her virginal womb!

    Terminology

    Theotokos “God-bearer”, “Mother of God”
    Aiparthenos “ever-virgin”
    Panagia “all holy”
    Dormition “passage through death”
    Assumption “ascension into heaven”

    The name “Theotokos” was made official by the III Ecumenical Council (Ephesus, 431 AD) which decreed that the Virgin should be honored by this name which confirms the Orthodox belief in the Incarnation: that Christ was both true God and true man. As so often happened in those days, this action was a response to heretical teachings that needed to be addressed. Thus, once and for all, the Church affirmed her teachings about Christ and Mary.

    Some Things To DO

    Come celebrate the Feast Day in Church as a family, if not on the day itself due to work, then at least on the eve of the feast at Vespers if offered in your parish.
    Use the section above to explain the significance of the Feast to your children.
    Use the Troparion and Kontakion hymns as prayers before and/or after meals, and as part of the children’s evening prayers during the 8-day “afterfeast.”
    If you have an icon of this feast, display it in your family’s place of prayer for veneration. [Your parish bulletin might have the icon on it.] Discuss the icon with your children so that they are able to recognize all the figures and be able to tell the story.

    It is the custom in some parishes to bless flowers on this Feast. Have your children pick and prepare a bouquet of flowers to bring to the Church to be blessed. Use the flowers to decorate an icon or the family table. Make an extra bouquet for someone who cannot come to Church.

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  • ~Hitting the Road Today~

    Say a prayer for me. The baby and I are heading to Cincinnati while Fr. and the boys head to camp. It was no small feat getting 3 boys and a priest packed for  a week at church camp. Target was smiling when we left….4 sleeping bags, 4 laundry bags, 4 hiking boots, 4 raincoats, 4 flashlights, 4 sets of batteries, 4… well you get the idea. All of our stuff is packed away as we wait to move into the house. The house is far from ready but I need a break so I am happy to be going home to see my parents and all my friends. I have never driven 6+ hours by myself; I am getting an early start so that will help.  Pray for our safety and that Maria~Angelica is her normally easy going peaceful little self and that she will sleep for several hours.lol!  Pray for the bus load of children that are heading to camp; they have a 5 hour drive to the mountains. Pray for all the drivers on the road today.

    Prayers Before Travel

    Lord Jesus Christ my God, be my Companion, guide and protector during my journey. Keep me from all danger, misfortune and temptation. By Your divine power grant me a peaceful and successful journey and safe arrival. In You I place my hope and trust and You I praise, honor and glorify, together with Your Father and Holy Spirit now and forever and ever. Amen.

    Lord Jesus, You traveled with the two disciples after the resurrection and set their hearts on fire with Your grace. Travel also with me and gladden my heart with Your presence. I know, Lord, that I am a pilgrim on this earth, seeking the citizenship which is in heaven. During my journey surround me with Your holy angels and keep me safe from seen and unseen dangers. Grant that I may carry out my plans and fulfill my expectations according to Your will. Help me to see the beauty of creation and to comprehend the wonder of Your truth in all things. For You are the way, the truth and the life, and to You I give thanks, praise and glory forever. Amen