A group of men visited a remote monastery. They were given time to visit with a venerable holy monk, who answered all their questions. Finally one of the visitors spoke to the monk: “Father, could you tell us something about yourself?” He leaned back. “Myself?” he mused. There was a long pause. “My name used …
Iconostasis of Life
Father Alexander Schmemann wrote the following in his book, For the Life of the World: “…And if I make this new life mine, mine this hunger and thirst of the Kingdom, mine this expectation of Christ, mine the certitude that Christ is Life, my very death will be an act of communion with Life.” True …
Women of Freedom
I love the Gospel stories of the women who went to the tomb of Christ, especially the version in Mark's Gospel (16:1-8). There is something almost comic about the women walking to the tomb, to anoint the body of Christ, and wondering who would roll the stone away from the tomb. Clearly they won’t be able …
Be Generous
One of my regular readers was inspired by my last sermon to post this on his blog. He is a very creative blogger. I recommend his very fine website.
Be generous
As the sun and the rain
As the seeds
And as the creatures
As time
And as eternity
Always
Be generous.
Inspired by https://ancientanswers.org/2018/09/30/the-blessing-of-abundance/
The Cross is not a political slogan
Living in Montreal and two other Canadian cities in the 1970s I became aware of the politics that ruled the Greek Orthodox churches in Canada. As a matter of fact, it came to the point, at least in Montreal, that the Hellenic Community administration that governed all the Greek churches of Montreal was split along …
We are not neutrinos!
On a recent trip to Germany we visited friends in the city Karlsruhe, a typical German city of medium size. I did not know at the time - but found out just days ago - that Karlsruhe is the site of a very important experiment in physics: the Karlsruhe Tritium Neutrino Experiment, Katrin for …
An Ordinary Saint
Back in November 2014 I came to Patra, Greece, for the funeral of my mother. Father Andrew at my mother's parish church ushered me into the sanctuary and gave me vestments to wear so I could preside at my mother's funeral service. So there I was, a clean-shaven priest from America between two local priests, …
