Thursday, December 12, 2013

St. John of Kronstadt on Divine Providence

Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Savior, the open Gospel says: "I am the way, the truth and the life..." (source)
   
St. John of Kronstadt on Divine Providence (Excerpts compiled from: My Life in Christ)
If God does not leave a blade of grass, a flower, or a small leaf of a tree without His good providence, will He leave us? O, let every man be convinced with his whole heart that God is true to Himself in His providence for even the least of His creatures. Let him understand that the Creator invisibly dwells in all His creatures. In the words of our Saviour, God clothes the grass of the field, feeds the fowls of the air.[52]

We must trust in God in all temptations, in all desolate conditions of the soul. The Lord will deliver.

Give yourself up entirely to God's providence, to the Lord's Will, and do not grieve at losing anything material, nor in general at the loss of visible things; do not rejoice at gain, but let your only and constant joy be to win the Lord Himself. Trust entirely in Him: He knows how to lead you safely through this present life, and to bring you to Himself — into His eternal Kingdom. From want of trust in God's providence many and great afflictions proceed: despondency, murmurings, envy, avarice, love of money or the passion for amassing money and property in general, so that it may last for many years, in order to eat, drink, sleep and enjoy; from want of trust in God's providence proceed in particular afflictions such as arise, for instance: from some loss of income through our own oversight, from the loss of objects, specially valuable and necessary, as well as immoderate joy at recovering some objects, or at receiving some large income or gain, or some profitable place or employment. We, as Christians, as "fellow citizens with the Saints and of the household of God,"[574] ought to commit all our life, together with all its sorrows, sicknesses, griefs, joys, scarcities and abundance unto Christ our God.

Bear with humble submission to the will of God every sorrow, every sickness and infirmity, every labour, every offence and disappointment, saying: "Thy Will be done,"[1360] knowing that God's mercy orders everything for your good, and that the Lord can easily change every disappointment into happiness and joy.

"That they all may be one, as Thou, Father, art in me, and I in Thee, that they also may be one in us."[522] What separates us from God and each other? Money, food, and drink — this dust, this dross, this corruption. Why? Because we have not living Christian trust and faith in God. We do not know, or we forget, that man's true life is love for God and his neighbour. Setting our life upon dust and trusting in it, we do not render to the Heavenly Father the glory that is due to Him, by putting our whole trust in Him, by casting all our care upon Him, as His faithful children in Christ should do. "If then I be a Father, where is Mine honour? [523] Where is your trust in Me? Where is your love for Me? Where is your detachment from earthly, corrupt things, and your hearty desire for the heavenly, spiritual, and eternal ones?

When you are disturbed and depressed by the wickedness of men, remember how boundlessly you are beloved by the Almighty and All-righteous God, Who suffers the evil until the time comes, and then will justly punish it. You cannot master yourself, your tongue, or one single member of your body. Judge by this what He must be, Who governs the whole world, Who keeps it in such wonderful order, Who governs the whole of mankind, evil, perverted as we are, ever ready as we are to destroy each other, and yet meanwhile more prosperous than needy under His sovereignty. How almighty and wise must He be to govern such heterogeneous multitudes! Trust in Him entirely.

"Thy will be done." For instance, when you wish and by every means endeavour to be well and healthy, and yet remain ill, then say: "Thy will be done." When you undertake something and your undertaking does not succeed, Say: "Thy will be done." When you do good to others, and they repay you by evil, say: "Thy will be done." Or when you would like to sleep and are overtaken by sleeplessness, Say: "Thy will be done." In general, do not become irritated when anything is not done in accordance with your will, but learn to submit in everything to the Will of the Heavenly Father. You would like not to experience any temptations, and yet the enemy daily harasses you by them; provokes and annoys you by every means. Do not become irritated and angered, but say: "Thy will be done."

It is never so difficult to say from the heart, "Thy Will be done, Father," as when we are in sore affliction or grievous sickness, and especially when we are subjected to the injustice of men, or the assaults and wiles of the enemy. It is also difficult to say from the heart "Thy Will be done" when we ourselves were the cause of some misfortune, for then we think that it is not God's Will, but our own will, that has placed us in such a position, although nothing can happen without the Will of God. In general, it is difficult to sincerely believe that it is the Will of God that we should suffer, when the heart knows both by faith and experience that God is our blessedness; and therefore it is difficult to say in misfortune, "Thy Will be done." We think, "Is it possible that this is the Will of God? Why does God torment us? Why are others quiet and happy? What have we done? Will there be an end to our torments?" And so on. But when it is difficult for our corrupt nature to acknowledge the Will of God over us, that Will of God without which nothing happens, and to humbly submit to it, then is the very time for us to humbly submit to this Will, and to offer to the Lord our most precious sacrifice — that is, heartfelt devotion to Him, not only in the time of ease and happiness, but also in suffering and misfortune; it is then that we must submit our vain erring wisdom to the perfect Wisdom of God, for our thoughts are as far from the thoughts of God "as the heavens are higher than the earth."[317]

"For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory," not ours. We ourselves should like to reign with our passions — that is, to order everything as we like, to trust to our own power, and not to Thine, to seek our own glory, and not Thine; but this is the Devil's wish in us. We ought to submit everything to Thy will, seek in all matters Thy power, and do everything for Thy glory. "Do all to the glory of God."[756]

"Let it be as I will, and not as thou wilt." Such is the mighty voice of God, which our soul ever hears when it has fallen into sin and desires to emerge from a state of spiritual, sinful affliction. "Let it be as I will: either repent from the depths of your heart in proportion to the sin, and return to the road that leads to life, shown by Me; either bear the punishment, corresponding to the sin and determined by My justice, or your sin will torment you as a deviation from My laws." And only then will our soul enjoy peace when we truly repent from the depths of our heart in proportion to the sin, or bear the punishment due from God. O! Almighty and most just power of our God, invisibly governing our invisible souls, all glory to Thee, glory to Thee, God our Saviour! Thy will be done in us!

Breathe by faith (by certitude in God's truth), by trust in God, and by love for God and your neighbour. And how can you help yourself in this? By unbelief in the durability of everything earthly; by not putting your trust in earthly blessings, such as food, drink, money, riches, and earthly ties; by not caring for, by being indifferent to everything earthly and perishable. Do not let your heart cling to anything, do not attach yourself to anything. "Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth."[1295]

To trust in God means to confide to Him our life, our fate, all our future, and to wait with confidence for the fulfilment of His promises. Hope proceeds from faith, as the plant from the seed, or the stream from the source. We believe that the Lord is good and merciful, that He loves us as a Father, and therefore that He desires every good and true happiness for us. He is most wise and omniscient, and consequently He knows better than we ourselves what is really needful and useful for us. He is almighty; and thus He is always able to bestow upon us that which He pleases, to fulfil that which He has promised. He is holy and righteous, and therefore all His words are truth. His promises are unchangeable. The highest proof of God's love to man is shown in the fact that He did not spare His Only begotten Son, but delivered Him for our sakes unto sufferings and death. Having strengthened our soul by the thought of the boundless mercy, wisdom, omnipotence, and holiness of our Creator and Provider, we can pass through the course of our earthly life without fear and without disturbance, like a child in its mother's arms, like a ship with trusty anchors. And therefore "Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is."[1166] "The Lord is my deliverer, in Whom I will trust."[1167] "I will not be afraid for ten thousand of the people."[1168] However, while having trust, we must not ourselves be careless and idle. The essence of Christian hope is a lively, active, and constant aspiration after the Highest Blessing and the Source of all blessings, God, with an insatiable longing to come near or to Him and to receive from Him and in Him the kingdom of heaven, prepared before the creation of the world. "Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks, so longeth my soul after Thee, O God. My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God. When shall I come to appear before the presence of God?"[1169]

Thy name, Lord, is Almighty, because Thou holdest not only heaven and earth, but also all mankind, the life of every man, the hearts of all in Thy Hand; and not only the life of every man, but also of every beast, bird, fish, insect, worm, reptile, and of every infusoria invisible to the eye. Glory to Thine infinite Omnipotence, Lord! Glory to Thine All-merciful, Most-wise, and All-powerful Providence! Lord of heaven and earth! Almighty Sovereign! Thou likewise holdest in Thy Hand all hell, with Satan and his innumerable hordes; and it is only by Thy permission, for our instruction and punishment, that Satan and his angels can lay their snares for us. As soon as we pray to Thee our Saviour, as soon as we unfeignedly repent before Thee of our sins, Thou, having taught us, sendest away our enemies from us, saying: "You have done enough evil to My servants; they belong to Me again." Thus, Lord, if Thine unceasing benefits and mercies to us do not teach us, what remains to be done? It only remains for Thee to teach us by chastisement, by bitterness, by oppression, by fire, and by our own wickedness — we sensual men, who love space, freedom, vain carnal freshness; who are slothful, negligent, and evil by nature.

How must we look upon the gifts of intellect, feeling and freedom? With the intellect we must learn to know God in the works of His creation, revelation, providence, and in the destinies of men; with the heart we must feel God's love, His most heavenly peace, the sweetness of His love, we must love our neighbour, sympathise with him in joy and in sorrow, in health and in sickness, in poverty and in wealth, in distinction and in low estate (humiliation); we must use freedom, as a means, as an instrument for doing as much good as possible, and for perfecting ourselves in every virtue, so as to render unto God fruits a hundredfold.

Concerning praise. The soul involuntarily longs to praise when we gaze upon the starry sky; but still more when, in looking upon the sky and the stars, we represent to ourselves God's providence towards men, how infinitely He loves men, cares for their eternal beatitude, not having even spared His only-begotten Son for our salvation and our repose in the Heavenly Kingdom! It is impossible not to praise God when you remember that you were created from nothing, that you were predestined from the foundation of the world for eternal blessedness, quite without cause, not in accordance with your merits — when you remember what grace God has bestowed upon you for your salvation during all your life-time, what an innumerable multitude of sins are forgiven you, and this not once or twice but an incalculable number of times, what a multitude of natural gifts are bestowed upon you, beginning with health down to the current of air, down to the drop of water. We are involuntarily incited to praise when we see with wonder the infinite variety of things created on the earth, in the animal kingdom, in the vegetable kingdom, and in the mineral kingdom. What wise order in all, both in great and small! We involuntarily praise and exclaim: "O Lord! how manifold are Thy works! in wisdom hast Thou made them all: Glory to Thee, Lord, Who hath created everything!"[219]

Until now I have not become impoverished by being merciful to others, and shall not become impoverished to the last, for "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and to-day."[696] It is not said without reason: "He that giveth to the poor shall not lack." Indeed, up till now the Lord has only increased my temporal blessings, and has not taken them away. I praise the bountifulness of the Lord, His rich Providence.

Maladies in our eyes only appear painful, unpleasant, and terrible. It is seldom that any one of us during the time of sickness represents to himself the profit which his illness brings to his soul; but in God's all wise and most merciful Providence, not a single malady remains without some profit to our soul. Sicknesses in the hands of Providence are the same as bitter medicines for our soul, curing its passions, its bad habits and inclinations. Not a single malady sent to us shall return void. Therefore, we must keep in view the utility of sicknesses, in order that we may bear them more easily and more calmly. "He that hath suffered in the flesh hath ceased from sin,"[848] says the Holy Scripture.

Let heaven and earth, created by the Lord, and existing, acting, and moving through Him, teach me — I, who am one spirit with the Lord! What is there for me to grieve at, when I am, and can ever be, one spirit with the Lord? I will cast all my care upon Him. Heaven and earth exist for thousands of years through the Lord, through His power and laws, though they are soulless, inert, inactive, and powerless matter. And the grass, the flowers of the field, the birds, fishes, and so forth. How all these teach us to entirely trust in God's providence!

In the matter of God's providence for men, and in accordance with the requirements of reason, there must be mediators between men and God from the spiritual world (as men occupy the medium between the spiritual and material worlds), who may guide us to the heavenly kingdom — namely, the angels. There is an astonishing gradation and order with the Lord in all His works. Everywhere in His kingdom the lower are guided by the higher; hence the necessity of guardian-angels for Christians redeemed by the blood of the Lord. Besides this, the angels themselves are full of love for us, and rejoice over the conversion of one sinner; but love is active, and the Lord has given perfect freedom to their noble and useful activity, as we see from the Holy Scripture. Guardian-angels are indispensable for men, owing to the craftiness of the evil spirits. Men themselves do not see them, for men are very infirm in the spiritual life. Therefore, besides the grace of God, we require a person, or persons, full of this grace, wise, firm by their nature: and such are the angels. Besides this, after man departs this life, there must be witnesses of his deeds against the demons.

A visible proof of the omnipresence and of the providence of God is presented to us by vegetation. Where is it not to be found upon the terrestrial globe? It covers the plains, it climbs up the inaccessible heights of rocky mountains, it grows in the deserts, spreads its roots in the waters and amongst the waters, upon desert islands. And who is it that gives it growth and adorns it with beautiful varieties of shapes, colours, and flowers? The Lord God. "God so clothes it." But if God so carefully clothes the grass, then shall He forsake and forget man, even for a minute? "Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?"[1241] If God at every instant vivifies the grass, and His life does not forsake it, then shall He cease to give life to me? No; if He clothes and gives life to the grass, then in me He dwells continually, as in His temple, if I do not voluntarily drive Him away by my sins. "Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?"[1242] In reference to the temple, we may remark that the Apostle calls a Christian the temple, because the Spirit of God dwells in him. This signifies that God dwells continually in Christian temples. Hence the holiness of the temple; hence the reverence due to it. And the action of God dwelling in the temple is very perceptible upon the hearts of those who turn to Him in prayer.

May my soul understand that as everything proceeded from God and exists in God, therefore the Lord God in the most perfect manner knows at every moment of the existence and of the nature of every being, and that He supports its existence, at every moment, by the laws of nature given by Him. If we, ourselves, having written a book, know all about its disposition and contents, about all the ideas to be found in it, so that when other people explain us the idea, and especially the plan of our book, we say that it is our plan, our idea; then why should we take from the Lord His omniscience of all worlds, of all creatures, of all things contained in the world, with all their qualities and conditions? Are they not, so to say, the book of God? And thus, my soul, reverence thy Creator every moment of thy life, and know that at every moment He knows thee wholly, that He supports and gives thee life and everything necessary for thy existence and welfare. "How could anything have endured if it had not been Thy will?"[1131]

Concerning trust in God's providence. "Can a woman" (a mother) " forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee,"[1367] says the Lord. And who could be more tender and careful than a mother of her children? What woman will forget to feed the children of her womb? But let us even admit that mothers who forsake their children may be found; "But I," says the Lord, "am not like such carnal mothers, and will not forget nor forsake you." What trust, what hope, the Lord Himself inspires in us by these words, in His Providence con- tinually caring for us and never forsaking any one of us! You are sometimes anxious about what you shall eat and drink, and how you shall be clothed; you greatly afflict your heart if you part grudgingly, sorrowfully with your money, when it is necessary to give to another, although you have plenty left, and you thus show that you put your trust and hope in earthly dross. But why are you anxious? Why do you cling to dross? Cling to the heavenly Father; He will not forget you, and will not forsake you. Let the dross forsake you; you will only feel easier without it; for the more money you have, the greater the quantity of this dross that adheres to your heart, the more will your heart which is not earthly be afflicted. There is a saying amongst men that money is no hindrance, however much of it we may have. This is untrue. It greatly hinders our soul from rising upwards, or from meditating upon our heavenly country, and the more we have of it the more it drags our soul down to earth, inciting us to occupy ourselves with various earthly devices, such as buildings, rich furniture in our houses, rich clothes, luxurious viands and drinks, and thus depriving our soul of holy zeal and precious time, during which it ought to be earning future bliss for itself.

If you wish to be humble, consider yourself worthy of all malice and hatred on the part of others, and of every calumny. Do not grow irritated, and do not nourish malice against those who bear malice against you, slander you, or falsely blame you. Say: "Holy Father, Thy will be done! "Remember the words of the Lord: "The servant is not greater than his Lord; if the world hate you, ye know that it hated Me before it hated you."[1396] If the world hated Him, the Most-righteous, the Most-merciful, then why should it be wonderful if other people hate you, a sinful and evil man?

My God! to what have we come? In what are we better than heathens in our mode of life? Where is our faith, our trust in God, our love for our neighbour? O, pride of Satan! O, what shame is ours! Heavenly Father! Thou who knowest what things we have need of, and givest them to us before we ask Thee, [468] have mercy upon us unfaithful, ungrateful, and evil-natured ones. Lord, we hear Thy merciful words: "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee;"[469] but being daily tempted by earthly blessings, we do not heed them, and transgress Thy will.
  
Footnotes

 [219] Psalm civ. 24.
[317] Isaiah lv. 8, 9.

[468] St. Matthew vi. 8.
[469] Hebrews xiii. 5.
[522] St. John xvii. 21.
[523] Malachi i. 6.
[574] Ephesians ii. 19.
[696] Hebrews xiii. 8.
[756] 1 Corinthians x. 31.
[848] 1 Peter iv. 1.
[1131] Wisdom xi. 25.
[1166] Jeremiah xvii. 7; Psalm ii. 12; Proverbs xvi. 20.
[1167] Psalm xviii. 1.
[1168] Psalm iii. 6.
[1169] Psalm xlii. 2, 3.
[1241] St. Matthew vi. 30; St. Luke xii. 28.
[1242] 1 Corinthians iii. 16.
[1295] Colossians iii. 2.
[1360] St. Matthew vi. 10; St. Luke xi. 2.
[1367] Isaiah xlix. 15.
[1396] St. John xiii. 16; xv. 18.

Excerpts compiled from: My Life in Christ or Moments of Spiritual Serenity and Contemplation, of Reverent Feeling, of Earnest Self-Amendment, and of Peace in God, St. John of Kronstadt. (source)

   
 St. John of Kronstadt, the Wonderworker (source)
  
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!

Friday, December 6, 2013

Martyr-Abbess Margaret of Menzelinsk (+1918)

St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
  
Mother Margaret was the abbess of the Prophet Elijah monastery in Menzelinsk, Kazan diocese. Under her strict and demanding, but at the same time loving guidance, the monastery prospered. It had fruit trees, kitchen-gardens, apiaries, and workshops for the production of icons and gold-weaving. There was even a photographic laboratory - an extreme rarity at that time.
In the late summer of 1918 the White armies left Kazan and the neighbouring towns, and Mother Margaret decided not to remain in the power of the Bolsheviks.

She was at the wharf preparing to leave when St. Nicholas appeared to her and said: "Why are you running from your crown?"

Stunned by the vision, Abbess Margaret returned to the monastery and told the monastery priest about what had happened. And sensing that she would soon have to suffer for the faith, she asked for her coffin to be prepared in advance, and that she should be buried on the very day of her death, after the burial service.

The next day Abbess Margaret was arrested as a "counter-revolutionary". They dragged her out onto the porch of the church during a service, and after refusing her request to commune of the Holy Mysteries, shot her. Immediately after the burial service, the sisters of the monastery buried her behind the altar of the church where she had been shot.

It was only the next day that the abbess's request to be buried on the very day of her death, which had at first seemed strange to the priest, became comprehensible. For the same chekists who had shot Abbess Margaret brought out a Muslim mullah to be shot, wishing to bury him in one grave with the Orthodox superior of the monastery. However, since she was already buried, they could not do this and took the mullah somewhere else.


A great Russian elder - St. Ambrose of Optina, it seems - prophesied about this monastery that under one superior they would build a church, another would be a martyr, and under a third - the bells would fall. The prophecy was fulfilled. Abbess Margaret became a martyr, and under the last superior they removed the bells from the church and closed the monastery.

In the 1970s, near the main church of the Menzelinsk monastery, which was closed at that time, they decided to dig a hole behind the very altar. Suddenly they came on a coffin. In it were the incorrupt relics of Abbess Margaret with a cross on her breast. They did not disturb the coffin, but filled in the grave and found another place for the hole...

(Source: A. Zhuravsky, Zhizneopisaniya Novykh Muchenikov Kazanskikh god 1918, Moscow, 1996, pp. 171-174; source)
   
Icon of the Venerable-Martyr Margaret (+1918) (source)
  
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Akathist to St. Nicholas the Wonderworker

St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, Archbishop of Myra in Lycia (12th century icon) - Commemorated December 6 (source) 
   
Akathist Hymn to Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker



Kontakion 1
O champion wonderworker and splendid servant of Christ, thou who pourest out for all the world the most precious myrrh of mercy and who art an inexhaustible sea of miracles, we praise thee with love, Saint Nicholas. Since thou art one having boldness toward the Lord, from all dangers do thou deliver us, so that we may cry unto thee:
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Ikos 1
An angel in manner, though earthly by nature, did the Creator reveal thee to be, O most blessed Saint Nicholas. Having foresight into the fruitful beauty of thy soul, He taught all to cry unto thee thus:
Rejoice, thou who wast purified from thy mother’s womb.
Rejoice, thou who wast sanctified even unto the end.
Rejoice, thou who didst amaze thy parents by thy birth.
Rejoice, thou who didst manifest power of soul straightway after birth.
Rejoice, plant of the Promised Land.
Rejoice, flower of divine planting.
Rejoice, virtuous vine of Christ’s vineyard.
Rejoice, wonderworking tree of the Paradise of Jesus.
Rejoice, lily of paradisiacal growth.
Rejoice, myrrh of the fragrance of Christ.
Rejoice, through thee lamentation is banished.
Rejoice, through thee rejoicing is brought to pass.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 2
Seeing the effusion of thy myrrh, our souls and bodies are enlightened. Therein we recognize thee to be a wonderful living source of unction, O divinely wise Saint Nicholas. Miracles like waters pour out through the grace of God, whence thou mercifully fillest them that faithfully cry unto Him: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 2
Teaching incomprehensible knowledge about the Holy Trinity, thou wast with the holy fathers in Nicea a champion of the confession of the Orthodox Faith. Thou didst confess the Son equal of the Father, co-everlasting and co-enthroned, and thou didst convict the foolish Arius. Wherefore the faithful have learnt to sing unto thee:
Rejoice, sanctuary of prayer and devotion.
Rejoice, beautiful city of refuge for the faithful.
Rejoice, unfailing stronghold of Orthodoxy.
Rejoice, wondrous praise of the Holy Trinity.
Rejoice, thou who didst preach the Son of equal honour with the Father.
Rejoice, thou who didst expel the demonic Arius from the council of the saints.
Rejoice, father, thou worthy splendour of the fathers.
Rejoice, wise goodness of all the divinely wise.
Rejoice, thou who utterest golden words.
Rejoice, thou who guidest so well thy flock.
Rejoice, through thee faith is strengthened.
Rejoice, through thee heresy is overthrown.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 3
Through power given unto thee from on high thou didst wipe away every tear from the face of those in cruel suffering, God-bearing Father Nicholas. Thou wast shewn to be a feeder of the hungry, a superb pilot of those upon the high seas, and a healer of the ailing. Thou hast proved to be a helper of all that cry unto God: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 3
Truly, Father Nicholas, a song should be sung unto thee from Heaven, and not from earth. How can mere men proclaim the greatness of thy holiness? Wholly conquered by thy love, we cry unto thee:
Rejoice, model of lambs and shepherds.
Rejoice, holy purification of mortals.
Rejoice, container of great virtues.
Rejoice, pure and honourable abode of holiness.
Rejoice, all-luminous lamp, beloved by all.
Rejoice, light golden-rayed and blameless.
Rejoice, worthy converser with angels.
Rejoice, good guide of men.
Rejoice, treasury of spiritual fortunes.
Rejoice, seeker of those in need.
Rejoice, through thee we are delivered from bodily passions.
Rejoice, through thee we are filled with spiritual delights.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
  
Kontakion 4
A storm of bewilderment confuseth our minds. How can we worthily hymn thy wonders, O blessed Nicholas? No one could count them, even though he had many tongues and willed to tell them. Notwithstanding, we make bold to sing unto God Who is wonderfully glorified in thee: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 4
People near and far have heard of the greatness of thy miracles, O Nicholas worthy of praise, for in the air with the delicate wings of grace thou art accustomed to forestall those in misfortune, quickly delivering all who cry unto thee in this manner:
Rejoice, wonderworker in the Church of Christ.
Rejoice, servant in God’s grace.
Rejoice, dispeller of unexpected evils.
Rejoice, planter of good desires.
Rejoice, compassionate father of those in misfortune.
Rejoice, dread punisher of wrongdoers.
Rejoice, abyss of miracles poured out by God.
Rejoice, tablets of the Law of Christ written by God.
Rejoice, strong uplifting of the fallen.
Rejoice, support of them that stand aright.
Rejoice, through thee all deception is exposed.
Rejoice, through thee all truth is realized.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 5
Thou didst appear as a divinely moving star, guiding those who sailed upon the cruel sea who were once threatened with imminent death — if thou hadst not come to the help of those who called upon thee, O wonder-working Saint Nicholas. Having forbidden the flying demons that shamelessly wanted to sink the ship, thou didst drive them away, and didst teach the faithful whom God saveth through thee to cry: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 5
The maidens, prepared for a dishonourable marriage because of their poverty, beheld thy great compassion for the poor, most blessed Father Nicholas. During the night thou secretly gavest their aged father three bundles of gold, thereby saving him and his daughters from falling into sin. For this reason, thou hearest praises from all the faithful:
Rejoice, bestower of blessings upon the humble.
Rejoice, worker of miracles for the destitute.
Rejoice, consolation of those that flee to thine aid.
Rejoice, inexhaustible bread of the hungry.
Rejoice, God-given wealth of those living in poverty on earth.
Rejoice, speedy uplifting of paupers.
Rejoice, quick hearing of the needy.
Rejoice, acceptable care of the sorrowful.
Rejoice, blameless provider for the three maidens.
Rejoice, replenishment of their aged father.
Rejoice, fervent guardian of purity.
Rejoice, delight of all the helpless.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 6
The entire world proclaimeth thee, wonderful Nicholas, as a quick intercessor in adversities. Oftentimes, preceding those that travel by land and sail upon the sea, thou helpest them in a single hour, whilst at the same time keeping from evils all that cry unto God: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 6
Thou didst shine as a living light, bringing deliverance unto the generals who received sentence to an unjust death and who called upon thee, good shepherd Nicholas. Thou didst quickly appear in a dream unto the emperor, and didst terrify him and didst order him to release them unharmed.
Together with them we also gratefully cry unto thee:
Rejoice, thou who helpest them that fervently call upon thee.
Rejoice, thou who deliverest from unjust death.
Rejoice, thou who preservest from false accusation.
Rejoice, thou who destroyest the counsels of the unrighteous.
Rejoice, thou who tearest lies to shreds like cobwebs.
Rejoice, thou who gloriously exaltest truth.
Rejoice, release of the innocent from their fetters.
Rejoice, revival of the dead.
Rejoice, revealer of righteousness.
Rejoice, exposer of unrighteousness.
Rejoice, through thee the innocent were saved from the sword.
Rejoice, through thee they enjoyed the light.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
  
Kontakion 7
Desiring to dispel the blasphemous stench of heresy, thou didst appear as truly fragrant and mystical myrrh, Saint Nicholas. Shepherding the people of Myra, thou hast thereby filled the entire world with thy gracious myrrh. In like manner, dispel from us the stench of abominable sin, so that we may acceptably cry unto God. Alleluia.
   
Ikos 7
We understand thee to be a new Noah, a guide of the ark of salvation, holy Father Nicholas who drivest away the storm of all evils by thy direction, and bringest divine calm unto those that cry with wonder:
Rejoice, calm harbor of the storm-tossed.
Rejoice, sure preservation of those that are drowning.
Rejoice, good pilot of those that sail upon the deeps.
Rejoice, strong ruler of the raging of the sea.
Rejoice, guidance of those in whirlwinds.
Rejoice, warmth of those in frosts.
Rejoice, radiance dispersing the gloom of sorrow.
Rejoice, light illumining all the ends of the earth.
Rejoice, thou who deliverest people from the abyss of sin.
Rejoice, thou who castest Satan into the abyss of hades.
Rejoice, through thee we boldly invoke the abyss of God’s compassion.
Rejoice, through thee we are rescued from the flood of wrath and we find peace with God.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 8
A strange wonder is the sacred Church shewn to be unto those that flock to thee, O glorious Nicholas. By offering in it even a small supplication, we receive healing from hopeless illnesses, if only, after God, we place our hope in thee, faithfully crying aloud: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 8
Thou art truly a helper unto all, God-bearing Nicholas, and thou hast gathered together all that flee to thine aid. Thou art a deliverer, a nourisher and a quick healer, moving all the faithful to cry out in praises such as these:
Rejoice, source of all kinds of healing.
Rejoice, helper of those that undergo cruel suffering.
Rejoice, dawn shining for prodigals in the night of sin.
Rejoice, Heaven-sent dew for those in the heat of labors.
Rejoice, thou who givest prosperity unto those that need it.
Rejoice, thou who preparest an abundance for those that ask.
Rejoice, thou who often forestallest requests.
Rejoice, thou who restorest strength unto the aged and gray-headed.
Rejoice, convicter of many who have strayed from the True Way.
Rejoice, faithful steward of the mysteries of God.
Rejoice, through thee we conquer envy.
Rejoice, through thee we lead a charitable life.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 9
Assuage all our pains, Saint Nicholas, our great intercessor — dispensing gracious healings, delighting our souls, and gladdening the hearts of all that fervently hasten to thee for help and cry unto God: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 9
The falsely theorizing orators of the ungodly, we see, were put to shame by thee, divinely wise Father Nicholas. Thou didst confute Arius the blasphemer who divided the Godhead, and Sabellius who mingled the Persons of the Holy Trinity, but thou hast strengthened us in Orthodoxy. Mindful of this, we reverently cry unto thee in this manner:
Rejoice, proclaimer of truth and discloser of light.
Rejoice, confessor of Christ before all people.
Reioice, teacher of the Divine Commandments.
Rejoice, destroyer of impious doctrines
Rejoice, ladder set up by God, by whom we ascend to Heaven.
Rejoice, God-given protection, by whom many are sheltered.
Rejoice, thou who makest wise the unwise by thy sayings.
Rejoice, thou who movest the slothful by thine example.
Rejoice, inextinguishable brightness of God’s Commandments.
Rejoice, most luminous ray of the Lord’s statutes.
Rejoice, through thy teaching the heads of heretics are hammered.
Rejoice, through thee the faithful are counted worthy of glory.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
   
Kontakion 10
Desiring to save thy soul, thou didst truly crucify thy flesh to thy spirit, Father Nicholas. By silence and by wrestling with thoughts, thou didst add contemplation to conquest, and by meditation thou didst acquire perfect knowledge with which thou didst boldly converse with God and angels, always crying: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 10
Thou art a rampart, most blessed Nicholas, unto those who praise thy miracles, and unto all who have recourse unto thine intercession. Free also us who are poor in virtue from pride, temptation, illness, and needs of various kinds, so that we may acceptably cry unto thee:
Rejoice, thou who rescuest from eternal wretchedness.
Rejoice, thou who bestowest incorruptible riches.
Rejoice, imperishable food for those that hunger after righteousness.
Rejoice, inexhaustible drink for those that thirst for life.
Rejoice, thou who preservest from revolution and war.
Rejoice, thou who freest us from chains and imprisonment.
Rejoice, most glorious intercessor in misfortunes.
Rejoice, strong guardian in temptations.
Rejoice, thou who hast snatched many from destruction.
Rejoice, thou who hast kept countless numbers unharmed.
Rejoice, through thee sinners escape a frightful death.
Rejoice, through thee those that repent obtain eternal life.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 11
A song unto the Most Holy Trinity didst thou bring, surpassing others in thought, word and deed, O most holy Nicholas. Through much searching thou didst explain the precepts of the True Faith, guiding us to sing with faith, hope and love unto the One God in Trinity: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 11
We see thee as a brilliant and inextinguishable ray for those in the darkness of this world, O God-chosen Father Nicholas. Therein with the immaterial and angelic lights, thou dost speak concerning the uncreated light of the Trinity. Accordingly, thou enlightenest the souls of the faithful who cry unto thee thus:
Rejoice, radiance of the Three-Sunned Light.
Rejoice, daystar of the never-setting Sun.
Rejoice, lamp kindled by the divine flame.
Rejoice, destruction of the demonic flame of impiety.
Rejoice, bright preaching of the True Faith.
Rejoice, luminous radiance of the light of the Gospel.
Rejoice, lightning who consumest heresy.
Rejoice, thunder who terrifiest tempters.
Rejoice, by thy teachings we gain true knowledge.
Rejoice, by thy deeds we acquire understanding.
Rejoice, through thee the worship of creatures hath been abolished.
Rejoice, through thee we have learnt to worship the Creator in the Trinity.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Kontakion 12
Knowing the grace that hath been given unto thee by God, dutifully and joyfully we celebrate thy memory, O divinely wise Father Nicholas, and with all fervency we hasten to thy wonderful intercession. Unable to count thy glorious deeds which are like the sands of the seashore and the multitude of the stars, and being at a loss to understand, we truly cry unto God: Alleluia.
   
Ikos 12
Whilst singing of thy wonders, we praise thee, O all-praised Nicholas, for in thee God Who is glorified in the Trinity is wondrously glorified. Yea, even if we were to offer thee a multitude of hymns composed from the soul, holy wonderworker, we should do nothing to equal the gift of thy miracles, and amazed by them we cry unto thee thus:
Rejoice, servant of the King of kings and Lord of lords.
Rejoice, co-dweller with His heavenly servants.
Rejoice, patron of devout rulers.
Rejoice, praise of pious Christians.
Rejoice, namesake of victory.
Rejoice, triumphant follower of the True Way.
Rejoice, mirror of all the virtues.
Rejoice, attentive helper of all who confide in thee.
Rejoice, after God and the Theotokos, all our hope.
Rejoice, health of our bodies and salvation of our souls.
Rejoice, through thee we are delivered from eternal death.
Rejoice, through thee we are deemed worthy of everlasting life.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
  
Kontakion 13
Most holy and wonderful Father Nicholas, consolation of all who sorrow, do Thou accept our present offering. Entreat the Lord that we be delivered from gehenna through thy God-pleasing intercession, so that with thee we may sing: Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
(Repeat Kontakion 13 three times.)
   
Kontakion 1 (repeated)
O champion wonderworker and splendid servant of Christ, thou who pourest out for all the world the most precious myrrh of mercy and who art an inexhaustible sea of miracles, we praise thee with love, Saint Nicholas. Since thou art one having boldness toward the Lord, from all dangers do thou deliver us, so that we may cry unto thee:
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
Ikos 1 (repeated)
An angel in manner, though earthly by nature, did the Creator reveal thee to be, O most blessed Saint Nicholas. Having foresight into the fruitful beauty of thy soul, He taught all to cry unto thee thus:
Rejoice, thou who wast purified from thy mother’s womb.
Rejoice, thou who wast sanctified even unto the end.
Rejoice, thou who didst amaze thy parents by thy birth.
Rejoice, thou who didst manifest power of soul straightway after birth.
Rejoice, plant of the Promised Land.
Rejoice, flower of divine planting.
Rejoice, virtuous vine of Christ’s vineyard.
Rejoice, wonderworking tree of the Paradise of Jesus.
Rejoice, lily of paradisiacal growth.
Rejoice, myrrh of the fragrance of Christ.
Rejoice, through thee lamentation is banished.
Rejoice, through thee rejoicing is brought to pass.
Rejoice, Saint Nicholas, Great Wonderworker.
   
St. Nicholas the Wonderworker (source)
  
A Prayer
Saint Nicholas, thou art a wondrous helper unto all unfortunate people – the poor and the sorrowful, the young and the old, the fallen and the dispossessed, those who journey afar and those who are homebound with illnesses. Count us among the multitudes which entreat thy compassion, and nurture us with the bread of thy mercy. Though we are many, thou knowest the very heart of each one of us and thou knowest our needs. Deliver us, Saint Nicholas, from all things that lead unto death, and bless us with all things that please God. Since thou art a tireless worker of wonders, teach us to be repentant prodigals and fruitful vines for Christ our Lord and Master. We thank thee for thy bountiful nourishment and provision. Amen.
(source)
 
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!

Monday, December 2, 2013

Thousands gathered in the monastery of St. Porphyrios in Milesi



The Monastery of the Transfiguration of Christ, founded by St. Porphyrios (source)
  
Thousands of the faithful from all of Attica and other areas of the country [Greece] gathered today in the Holy Monastery of the Transfiguration of the Savior in Milesi, to celebrate, for the first time, the memory of the Venerable Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia.

The Divine Liturgy was celebrated in the Katholikon of the monastery, which was built by the Venerable one himself, and was led by the Metropolitan of Philadelphia Meliton, of the Ecumenical Patriarchate.

“Though all these twenty-two years have passed, the all-holy face of St. Porphyrios continues to remain imprinted on the memory and the heart of all those who had the blessing to know him and to speak with him” said Metropolitan Meliton, who offered to those present the blessings of the Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew.

The Metropolitan characterized the Saint as “archdeacon of offering to his fellow men”, who became “in everything, the type of Christ.”

There is an absence of worthy men
“In today’s difficult state and period, which has come upon the world and the blessed people of Greece, who have furthermore lost their faith in all forms of anointed rulers and supposed spiritual fathers, and are found in utter loss, and while there is an absence of worthy men to show them the road and the way out from the wrong way from the general crisis, misfortune and trials, our Elder, St. Porphyrios, shows them another path. And this is the path of love, the path of transfiguration”, Metropolitan Meliton noted.

The canonization of Elder Porphyrios occurred this past week by the Ecumenical Patriarchate.
   
Amateur translation of text from here. See the link for a video of the first Divine Liturgy in honor of St. Porphyrios at the monastery founded by him in Milesi, Attica, Greece.
  
Also see here for more information, pictures and video.
  
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!

Saturday, November 30, 2013

A wondrous appearing and healing of St. Porphyrios

St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia (icon from the chapel of Kovil Monastery, Serbia) (source)
   
In the book, "Taxideuontas sta teixe tes poles" ("Traveling the walls of the city"), Nun Porphyria mentions a wondrous appearance and a great miracle of [Saint] Porphyrios, which shows that life continues after death, and teaches us that we should never loose hope, for God is All-Good and All-Powerful.
  
It was 2PM, and I was in the Square "Agion Anargyron" of Athens.

I was stopped at a light facing Athens. A man approached me..."Can you take me to Menidi?"

"No," I replied, "I can't." I couldn't because at 3PM I had to take the taxi towards Pireus.

The man stood in front of me, and was waiting for another taxi to pass by. Something within me said that I should help him. I made a sign for him to come over. As soon as he entered the taxi, he exclaimed: "It's impossible!" And he took the photograph of Elder Porphyrios [that I had in the taxi] in his hands, and kissed it. At that instant, the light changed, and I turned to head towards Menidi. I wanted to take back the photograph, but when I saw how much he looked at it with longing, I regretted my thought.

"Do you know him?" He asked me.
"No, but from his books I got to know him and love him very much."
"Do you want, my lady, to hear how I got to know him?"
"Of course" I replied with joy.
"I heard that my wife was gravely sick, with cancer. The doctors gave her three months to live. During that time, my oldest son was finishing high school. And he told us that he had arranged to go with ten of his fellow students to Mount Athos for a week. We said it was alright; the children left.

"In the meantime, my wife took a turn for the worse. The doctor that was following her told us that the end was near. We asked him in anguish: 'Doctor, what can we do to give her a little more life?' He replied: 'We can do a surgery, and may God help!' he replied. I agreed, and my wife consented, because she wanted to remain until our son returned.

"My son returned so happy, so joyous, like we had never seen him before. He told us how beautiful it was there, and how warmly the monks received them, and how much peace he sensed within his soul. He said that he sensed the presence of God so much that he had forgot that his mother was sick. She was reminded, when Elder Porphyrios appeared before him. He told us some wondrous things about Elder Porphyrios, which appeared unbelievable to us."

"Excuse me," I interjected, "When did this occur?"
"This occured in 1996.

"All the children were sitting below a tree, and speaking and laughing, when straightaway a monk approached them. They stood up and kissed his hand, and the Elder began to say each child's name. As you could image, the children were surprised that he knew their names and families. To my son he said: 'Tell your mother to not have surgery, she's all better!'


"'You know her?' he asked.
"'I know her, I know all of you!'
"'Who are you?' they asked.
"'I am Elder Porphyrios' he said, and he left.

"During their return from the Holy Mountain they stopped in Ouranoupolis at a drug store to buy aspirin, for they were seasick and nauseous. Entering the pharmacy, they saw a photograph of Elder Porphyrios and said: "There is the Elder Porphyrios we saw on the Holy Mountain!" As soon as the pharmacist saw this, he was confused.

"'I'm sorry, children, you saw this Elder on Mount Athos? Are you sure?'
"'Of course we're sure,' they replied, 'we all talked with him. And of course we were surprised that he knew our names and our families. When we asked him who he was, he replied that he was Elder Porphyrios.'
"'Children, I'm sure that you saw him, but...Don't be alarmed when I tell you...The Elder has been dead for five years!'
"The children were shocked! 'Impossible!' they said, we just were speaking to him!'

"And my wife and I believed that they saw someone else, who looked like him and called himself Porphyrios. Because all monks resemble each other.

"'You don't believe me, eh? In any case, he said that you should not get the surgery, because you are well,' the child said to his mother. Two days later, we went to the hospital. The next morning, the surgery would have taken place. The time came, and though I was waiting with anguish outside the operating room, right away, I saw my wife come out. I ran near her and asked: 'What happened?'
"'I'm not getting an operation, I am well!'

"The doctor came out from behind her. 'What happened, Doctor?'
"'I don't know, she doesn't want to get the operation!'
"'I told you," she said, 'I am better!'
"'Honey, are you crazy?' I took her in my arms and tried to convince her that she needed the surgery. She replied: 'I told you that I feel better. Do the tests and you will see that I am better, I feel it!'

"'Great!' said the doctor, 'Let's not force her, if she is feeling well.'
"'You don't believe? Great! Do your tests to confirm this.'

"In reality, the tests were run. The next day the results came back, and the doctor took on a grave appearance."'What did the tests show?' we asked him. It was as if the sickness had never touched her! The doctors looked at the old tests and the new ones, and were going crazy! It's impossible, and they said they would have to order new ones the next day, they said in surprise.

"When my son came, and saw the doctors ordering more tests, he told me: 'Why don't you believe that which Elder Porphyrios said on Mount Athos?'
"Then, the doctor said: 'What did you say? Did you mention Elder Porphyrios?'
"'He said that my mom is well and should not get the surgery!'

"The doctor pulled out a photograph of Elder Porphyrios from his pocket. 'You saw him, my boy, on Mount Athos?'

"'Yes, him!'

"'The tests are correct! Your wife is well, and now you can leave for sure! Go get ready!'

"The doctors had given my wife three months to live. Two years have passed since then, and she is much better than she was before her sickness. Because of this, I love Elder Porphyrios very much. We have been to the Monastery many times. And whenever we have difficulties, he strengthens us."

This man's story of another miracle of our Elder, gave me great joy. The only thing that I whispered as the man departed was: "Thank you."
(Amateur translation of the text from: source)
 
Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Akathist to St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia

St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia (Kafsokalivia) - Commemorated December 2 (source)
  
Note: The following is a translation from the Greek text, and the meter of this translation is not set to match the original music.
  
Akathist to our Venerable and God-bearing Father Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia, the Clairvoyant and Wonderworker
   
Kontakion in the Plagal of the Fourth Tone.
The most-holy temple of the Comforter,
And the beloved of the All-Pure Theotokos,
Let us praise Porphyrios from our heart,
For he loves and heals all, and protects,
And intercedes, that we be granted theosis.
Therefore, we cry out:
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You lived unknown and hidden in the world,
O shepherd of the Father's sheep.
And having meditated on the life
Of St. John Kalyvites, with zeal you hastened,
O venerable one, to imitate his life.
Therefore, we cry out to you these:
Rejoice, O shepherd of the rational sheep,
Rejoice,  O source of healing for the passions.
Rejoice,  the fervent friend of purity,
Rejoice,  the godly mystic of the ineffable.
Rejoice,  most-pure vessel of the monastery of the Spirit,
Rejoice,  organ equaling a divine river of grace.
Rejoice,  for you are a guide to men,
Rejoice,  for you guide athletes in their struggles.
Rejoice,  star giving the light of the mysteries,
Rejoice,  you who taught us the things of salvation.
Rejoice,  the glorious offspring of Evia,
Rejoice,  you through whom we are delivered from pain.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You followed the steps of your Elders in asceticism,
And shared their way of life.
You were an ascetic of Kavsokalyvia,
And showed them unquestioning obedience,
Being taught humility by God,
As those who venerate you chant:
Alleluia.

Unspeakable knowledge was given
To you by God, O Father,
As a reward for your holy life.
And you lead towards healings of the passions,
And grant knowledge of mysteries,
Being shown a benefactor to men,
To those that cry out thusly:
Rejoice, the mystic of divine knowledge,
Rejoice,  the lover of the holy life.
Rejoice,  messenger of the thoughts of God,
Rejoice, equal to the athletes of Christ.
Rejoice,  most-pure eye that probes hidden things,
Rejoice,  most-holy mouth that studies mysteries.
Rejoice,  the sacred adornment of priests,
Rejoice,  the beauty of those who struggle on Athos.
Rejoice,  you who grants help to many,
Rejoice,  you who speaks to us the truth.
Rejoice,  O wise physician of illnesses,
Rejoice,  O spring of healings of the soul.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

As a novice, you wrestled with Belial,
And crushed him through your humility.
And receiving the reward of victory,
You were sent into the world as a help, O Venerable One,
Shepherding and healing those who cry out in thanksgiving:
Alleluia.

Bearing graces in your soul, O Father,
You hastened towards your fatherland.
And you lived in the Monastery of St. Charalampos,
Striving in asceticism and serving, O Venerable One,
Healing those who suffer,
As they chant these with joy:
Rejoice,  the joy of all Evia,
Rejoice,  the fruit of much piety.
Rejoice,  you who studied the mysteries of consciences,
Rejoice,  you who dissolved strands of confusion.
Rejoice,  O heavenly man, who lived on earth humbly,
Rejoice,  O earthly angel, for whom heaven rejoices.
Rejoice,  for you dissipate the bitterness of hearts,
Rejoice,  for you grant joy and hope.
Rejoice,  partaker of the choirs of the angels,
Rejoice,  fellow-partaker of joy and sorrow.
Rejoice,  God's blessing towards us,
Rejoice,  our joy and health.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

Being zealous, O godly-minded one,
To bring back many to the flock of Christ to be saved,
You came to Athens humbly,
And serving in a church,
You saved many, who take refuge in you,
Crying out to the Lord:
Alleluia.
 
St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia (source)
   
You came to Omonia Square
To redeem all,
As an angel dwelling in Babylon.
And you became for the Athenians,
The Physician and guide of all, O venerable one,
Leading many to Christ,
As those who were saved cry out thus:
Rejoice, you through whom Christ is hymned,
Rejoice,  you through whom the enemy is made fearful.
Rejoice,  the boast of the Church of Greece,
Rejoice,  the radiant diadem of Evia.
Rejoice,  for you always kept your heart pure,
Rejoice,  for you were made worthy to see behold mysteries.
Rejoice,  you who surpassed struggles as victorious,
Rejoice, , you who walked the path of sorrows.
Rejoice,  for you were greatly exalted by humility,
Rejoice,  for you made the simple wise with divine knowledge.
Rejoice,  to whom the Athenians take refuge,
Rejoice,  through whom many return to Christ.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You worked hidden wonders for the sick,
Through your divine prayers, O all-blessed one.
And those healings you attributed
To St. Gerasimos, thus remaining humble, O venerable one.
Through your humility
You gave glory to Christ, crying out:
Alleluia.

You were shown a breeze of fragrant myrrh,
Exhaled through the world,
O most-venerable Father.
And you gladdened the multitudes of the faithful,
Who embrace you with faith,
And cry out with joy such things:
Rejoice,  you who supported many in the faith,
Rejoice,  you who sowed love among the faithful.
Rejoice,  the perfect type of priests,
Rejoice,  the spotless canon of piety.
Rejoice,  flower of Paradise that bloomed upon the earth,
Rejoice, deeply flowing river of compassion and love.
Rejoice, the humble servant of the Church,
Rejoice,  he who prays for those in pain and dangers.
Rejoice, noble dwelling-place of grace,
Rejoice,  radiant substenance of the faithful.
Rejoice,  home of God the King,
Rejoice, he who adorned many with piety.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You loved the whole world, though you had denied all
Joys and ideas of the world.
A true mystic in the heavens,
you served all with joy,
And sactified all through your prayers,
And teaching all to chant:
Alleluia.

You shone upon all like the sun, O Father,
And your sacred head,
Was visited by God,
And through grace, you worked healings for those who are sick,
Who then chant to you:
Rejoice,  you who were fashioned with the Taborean light,
Rejoice, you who tasted of the heavenly light.
Rejoice,  the most-reverent priest of Christ,
Rejoice, most-strict keeper of the commandments.
Rejoice,  dwelling of simplicity and godly love,
Rejoice,  you who were fulled with mystical theoria.
Rejoice, you who appeared as the lamp of purity,
Rejoice,  for you were shown a partaker of dispassion.
Rejoice,  you who spread joy to all,
Rejoice,  you who greatly loved Christ.
Rejoice, you who ever intercedes to God,
Rejoice,  you who entreats the Pure Virgin.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You were shown forth as an athlete among the venerable ones,
Showing utter humility in asceticism
And much love within.
And you became the fear and wailing of demons,
As you cast them out, O venerable one,
As we rejoice and chant with you:
Alleluia.
 
St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia (source)
   
Your nous beheld the rays of the Comforter,
As you beheld terrible and unspeakable mysteries.
You searched men through these,
And were truly shown a prophet, O venerable one,
Informing of events,
As they cried out in amazement thus:
Rejoice, the prophet of the ineffable things of God,
Rejoice,  the interpreter of the words of Christ.
Rejoice,  you who were precious and sought after in all things,
Rejoice, the firm foundation of truth.
Rejoice, God-given gift that was offered to us,
Rejoice,  the refuge and harbor for all who sail.
Rejoice,  you who grants healings to the sick,
Rejoice,  you who studies the mysteries with discernment.
Rejoice,  you who gathers the fruit of theosis,
Rejoice,  you who endured a good transformation.
Rejoice,  temple of heavenly wisdom,
Rejoice,  stole rich in boldness.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

Strange things were always worked within you,
Astonishing the world,
As your nous reached the heavens,
As you drove away fearful demons through prayer,
Healing every incurable passion,
Making knowledge to be revealed to the faithful,
Who cry out to Christ:
Alleluia.

While being totally in the world, you partook
Of the joyous desert of Athos.
For your heart was within her,
And you never left her in spirit.
You therefore reposed in Kavsokalyvia,
As we cry out thus:
Rejoice,  joy possessing peace,
Rejoice,  you who grants these to us.
Rejoice,  unsurpassable report of the monastics,
Rejoice,  the boast of those who live in the world in asceticism.
Rejoice,  sweetest nightingale of the hesychastic life,
Rejoice,  soaring golden eagle of the clairvoyant nous.
Rejoice,  for you indicated sources of water,
Rejoice,  for you curtailed the homage of the faithless.
Rejoice,  you through whom elders are humbled,
Rejoice,  you through whom those who stumbled are cleared.
Rejoice,  the healing of many sick people,
Rejoice,  the true witness of Christ.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

You were made worthy to behold and to hear
The Revelation on Patmos, as St. John the Theologian.
And for a short time, you went into ecstacy,
And beheld awesome things, O venerable one,
And being filled with fear of the Lord,
You cried out in gratitude:
Alleluia.

Being adorned with grace
Of the Comforter from on high,
You were shown a god-bearer to the world.
And you breathed forth the fragrance of myrrh,
And were seen to visit those who suffered,
As you received saints. We are amazed at this,
And we cry out:
Rejoice, you who beheld divine visions,
Rejoice,  you who grants us healings.
Rejoice,  you the holy one who comes to us awake,
Rejoice,  you who flies through the air unseen.
Rejoice,  you who were adorned with holiness, and exalted with humility,
Rejoice,  you who received very many graces from the Comforter.
Rejoice,  for you possessed the hearts of the Athenians,
Rejoice,  for you endured the pains of the ailing.
Rejoice,  spring pouring forth healings,
Rejoice,  dawn illuminating the darkness.
Rejoice,  the friend and beloved of God,
Rejoice,  you who resurrected many towards Christ.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

The frenzy of the heart,
You cease with your prayer,
Granting us peace, O Father.
You shine upon the darkness of the mind
And breathe forth hymns to God, O venerable one.
Therefore, out of gratitude
We hymn God, crying out:
Alleluia.

A perfect shepherd of men
You were shown to be,
And you laid down your life for them.
You cut your will,
And were martyred daily, O venerable one,
Becoming a servant
To those, who now cry out to you with joy:
Rejoice, you who sought Christ with fervor,
Rejoice,  you who struggled for His faith.
Rejoice,  radiant garment of dispassion,
Rejoice,  you who fulfill every request of the faithful.
Rejoice,  the purest nous beholding mysteries,
Rejoice,  the deliver of all from the battles of Belial.
Rejoice,  you who flaunt the dangers of the foe,
Rejoice,  you who were nourished by the teachings of the Lord.
Rejoice,  sacred icon of meekness,
Rejoice,  you who were granted much gladness.
Rejoice,  you through whom the Church is hymned,
Rejoice,  you through whom faithlessness is shaken.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

Hymns of thanksgiving,
As ones delivered from dangers,
We offer to your compassion.
For you loved us as children,
And always had your arms open, O venerable one,
Ever to cherish all,
And to cover those who cry out to the Lord:
Alleluia.

You appeared as light-bearing in prayer, O Father,
Astonishing the faithful who beheld you.
For you shown with the immaterial light
That lead you towards the knowledge to study unspeakable things,
And to heal sicknesses
Of those who hymn you thusly:
Rejoice,  fire-bearing lamp of Christ,
Rejoice,  true father, and Christ-bearer.
Rejoice, unemptying spring of piety,
Rejoice,  irrefutable voice of truth.
Rejoice,  for through your grace, you foresaw the invasion of Cyprus,
Rejoice,  for you drive away the attacks of the demons.
Rejoice,  for you desired hesychia from your soul.
Rejoice,  for you were an ascetic and humble pastor.
Rejoice,  you who revealed the love of Christ,
Rejoice,  you brought joy to troubled souls.
Rejoice, your monastery's shelter and protector,
Rejoice,  you who stand beside many in dangers.
Hail, O Father Porphyrios.

You received the grace, O Father,
To truly reveal springs of water from the depths of the earth.
And many beheld this,
As geologists were amazed, O venerable one,
As the landholders rejoiced,
And cried out in thanksgiving:
Alleluia.

We chant joyously
At the multitudes of your graces,
And we hymn the All-Holy Trinity.
For by [the Trinity] you were shown a man
Clairvoyant and pouring forth healings,
Enlightening mysteries,
Breathing forth to those who cry out:
Rejoice,  the pinnacle of every virtue,
Rejoice,  the most-faithful life in purity.
Rejoice,  the unshakable foundation of piety.
Rejoice,  the ever-flowing river of truth.
Rejoice,  fragrant lily of mystical Paradise,
Rejoice,  star most-radiant of the spiritual Heaven.
Rejoice,  the radiance and glory of the Church,
Rejoice,  you who trample on the arrows of the enemy.
Rejoice,  the divine good news of Evia,
Rejoice,  the angel of joy and hope.
Rejoice,  you who cleanse from the stains of the passions,
Rejoice,  you who takes up our souls to the Heavens.
Rejoice, O Father Porphyrios.

O thrice-blessed Father, the beauty of ascetics,
Porphyrios, and the protector of all (3)
Together with the angels, as we hymn Christ,
Grant us the tears of repentance,
And entreat that we inherit Paradise,
Who cry out together:
Alleluia.

And straightway the Kontakion again.
  
Written by Evangelos Karademos, "Hairois, Pater Porphyie" ("Hail, O Father Porphyrios"), Paraklesis and Akathist. Athens, 2008 (source)


 St. Porphyrios of Kavsokalyvia (source)
 
Apolytikion – Mode 1

“The son of Evia (Euboea), the Elder of All Greeks, * the initiate of Divine Vision and True friend of Christ. * Porphyrios, O faithful, let us praise * who from childhood was filled with divine gifts *
the demonized are redeemed and the sick are healed who cry out: “Glory to Him who gave His might to you! * Glory to Him who made you Holy! * Glory to Him, who, through you, effects cures for all.”
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Through the prayers of our Holy Fathers, Lord Jesus Christ our God, have mercy on us and save us! Amen!