ORTHODOX HEART SITES
Fr. George Paulidis Bishop of Nicea, Piraeus, in Greece (+1990)
& the phone of a woman who wanted to kill herself
Fr. George Paulidis Bishop of Nicea, Piraeus, in Greece (+1990):
«One winter night, his phone ring around midnight. Just picked up the phone, a female voice spoke:
“I do not know whom I speak , but before committing suicide , I wanted to listen for the last time a human voice…”.
Divine providence ring the phone of Fr. George. Was there any discussion, without disclosing his status, Fr. George (it was then Bishop of Nicea, Piraeus) except that he speaks with a cleric. He never learned what happened next, but I’m sure that the Grace of God will not let a human soul disappear like that night».
Source, Greek book:
Fr. John Costoff
From Atheism to Christ
Publications: St. John Damascene, Athens 2011
HIPPIES MET ORTHODOXY
Klaus Kenneth, Deutschland
Zwei Millionen Kilometer auf der Suche
Von Hippies, Atheismus, Buddhismus, Hinduismus
und Protestantismus zur Orthodoxie
Zwölf Jahre zog der schweizer Publizist Klaus Kenneth auf der Suche nach der Spiritualität, Frieden und Liebe durch Europa, Asien und Südamerika. Der Weg war gefährlich und voll Enttäuschungen, Hass, Drogen und Tod. Leer und enttäuscht von Philosophien, Lehren und Religionen kehrte Kenneth zurück, und fand die Wahrheit in der orthodoxen Kirche. Seinen langen Weg hin zur einen Kirche schrieb er in seinem Lebensbericht, “Zwei Millionen Kilometer auf der Suche” nieder.
ORTHODOXY IS LOVE
Mariorie a person in Christ in Piraeus, Greece
Οur story hero, Mariorie, was an ordinary person. She walked on this Earth. Here she got tired, happy, hurt- most of all she got hurt. She died like all people on a December night. Yet in reality she was found totally different than other people. She took everyday life one step further and rose above it.
She lived simply and humbly someplace in Piraeus, Greece, working hard to bring up her two children who had been abandonned by their father when they were just toddlers. “Who knows what happened, what went wrong” ,Mariorie would say trying to find an excuse for her situation. “Τhe evil one grudged him his happiness! It doesn’t take long for any person to wither like a thunder struck tree when he’s left unprotected from the winds”.
She was careful not to belittle her children’s father and she prayed to God to enlighten him , to make him see more clearly, to repent, to come back. But, years went by, and he didn’t seem to understand. He had already settled down with Kleoniki and he had become the father of another two children.
Kleoniki always considered her marriage to Thodoris her greatest victory.
But what goes around comes around and things can turn upside down. In their prime, people build palaces in their minds and egos and they estimate that they will complete their happiness in them.
But the arrogance of one’s mind builds on the sand. When Autumn comes in their lives, hard and lonesome, then they see that the storms inside them cannot be tamed by any material pride.
So, the last winter in Thodoris’ life arrived. A sudden incurable disease dipped him in an abyss and rose like an avalanche ahead. He was walking side by side with death, and this made a feeling of justice wake up inside him. And one winter night, when winds battled with the rain and the lightning grooved the darkness of the skies, he asked Mariorie to visit him at the hospital. She did,with the discreetness and integrity needed towards a dying person. She sat next to him like Paradise with gates wide open. He lifted his tired eyes and looked at her.
-I want you to forgive me Mariorie…
-With all my heart, Thodoris, she humbly answered.
After some time Kleoniki got sick as well. Her future looked bleak. And her children were still little. When Mariorie heard the bad news, she stood by her like an angel of peace. She stayed all night awake to take care of her on her last days…
-Forgive me , Maririe, forgive me, I ruined your life, Kleoniki said kissing her hands
-I forgive you with all my heart , sister, answered Mariorie wiping her tears…
In a while Kleoniki was recalled by her Creator and passed the borders of this life.
It seemed as though grief and sorrow never ended in this world. Mariorie was left behind to take care of four children
-How can you, how could you, how could she, most people kept saying.
Where did this deep philosophical thinking, this endurance and patience, this selflessness and forgiveness come from?
“What kind of person are you?”, people asked.
-In Christ, Mariorie would answer had she not been hindered by her modesty… A person in Christ.
MULTILINGUAL CHRISTIANITY – ORTHODOXY
HEAVEN ON EARTH – ORTHODOXY
Converting to Orthodoxy in Spain
Francisco José Pino Rodríguez
JOURNEY TO ORTHODOXY
I was born in 1976 and, even though practically all the members of my family were atheists (some of them Communist, others Anarchist), thanks to my grandmother I was baptised in the Latin (Catholic) Church as a baby and took my First Communion when I was 9 or 10. As you can imagine, I did not receive any kind of religious education at home. However, when I was 16 or 17, I started asking myself questions and began a journey through different Western Christian denominations that would finally lead me to receive the Sacrament of Confirmation in the Catholic Church in the year 2005.
Some years before that, however (in 2000 or 2001, I would say), I bought a small icon of Our Lord Jesus Christ in a Street market. When I looked at the image of our Saviour, it seemed as if He was looking at me, and this fascination for Byzantine art led me to start studying Orthodoxy. At first the interest was purely intellectual, but gradually I started wondering whether Orthodoxy would be a valid option for me. This question grew withing me little by little. At that time, however, I was not ready to say ‘yes’ to Orthodoxy, as it seemed something completely alien to my culture, language, etc. Please bear in mind that, as I told you, I was a committed Catholic since 2005. Nontheless, I continued reading extensively about the Orthodox Church and learning more each day.
In 2011 my interest in Orthodoxy had become so pressing that I thought I had to do something about it. Even though I perceived that there were some difficulties, I decided to spend some days at an Orthodox monastery in Cantauque (France) to know Orthodoxy in action and have some time to Continue reading “Converting to Orthodoxy in Spain – Francisco José Pino Rodríguez”
ATHEISTS MET ORTHODOXY
The moving change of a former prostitute in Athens, Greece
The Greek Nun Porphyria
when she was a taxi driver in Athens helped a prostitute woman
to meet God and the Orthodox Faith
Sister Nun Porphyria (+2015) was born and raised in Piraeus, Athens, Greece. Exercise at times various professions. For ten years (1997-2007) he worked as a taxi driver in Athens and Piraeus. Meet the modern virtuous and inserts Elder Porphyrios (now he is Saint Porphyrios) of books on the life and teachings. This acquaintance brought her closer to Christ and conscious Christian life. With a strong faith and deep love to God has been working His glory and the salvation of others. So the taxi became a modern pulpit, which led many to change life, blessed lesions. In recent years she became a nun with dual purpose: to fight distractions for salvation and to minister to the modern investigational human. Nun Porphyria died in Piraeus (Athens, Greece) on 2015.
The Nun Porphyria, tells us:
“The shift is my night, eleven o’clock in the evening. I driving in the street Piraeus to Square Omonia, the center of Athens. Inside the taxi, as usual, I was talking to my sweet Jesus. Spontaneously I told myself to Christ: “The first man who would I bore signal to stop, I will go him without money, sufficient to bring him near You. Does not stop it until it reached at the streets Piraeus and Continue reading “The moving change of a former prostitute in Athens, Greece ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* The Greek Nun Porphyria when she was a taxi driver in Athens helped a prostitute woman to meet God & the Orthodox Faith”
COMING HOME – ORTHODOXY
Met Bloom’s conversion from atheism to the Orthodox faith
This week’s spiritual lesson: We concluded last week our long series of excerpts from the Diocesan conference by Metropolitan Anthony (Bloom) at Effingham, England, in May, 1983. It occurs to me it might be useful to continue the Metropolitan’s account of his conversion from atheism to the Orthodox faith:
…Then my leader explained to me that everyone who belonged to my group had reacted in exactly the same way, and if no one came we would all be put to shame because the priest had come and we would be disgraced if no one attended his talk. My leader was a wise man. He did not try to convince me that I should listen attentively to his words so that I might perhaps find truth in them: ‘Don’t listen,’ he said. ‘I don’t care, but sit and be a physical presence’. That much loyalty I was prepared to give to my youth organization and that much indifference I was prepared to offer to God and to his minister. So I sat through the lecture, but it was with increasing indignation and distaste. The man who spoke to us, as I discovered later, was a great man, but I was then not capable of perceiving his greatness. I saw only a vision of Christ and of Christianity that was profoundly repulsive to me. When the lecture was over I hurried home in order to check the truth of what he had been saying. I asked my mother whether she had a book of the Gospel, because I wanted to know Continue reading “Met Bloom’s conversion from atheism to the Orthodox faith”