11 μεταστροφές Πεντηκοστιανών στην Ορθοδοξία

11 μεταστροφές Πεντηκοστιανών στην Ορθοδοξία



Πεντηκοστιανοί, αίρεση. Μαρτυρία πρώην Πεντηκοστιανού



Πως ξέφυγα από τους Πεντηκοστιανούς!

Η μεταστροφή ενός Πεντηκοστιανού τής ΕΑΕΠ στην Εκκλησία τού Χριστού

Από τους πεντηκοστιανούς στην αιώνια Πεντηκοστή της Ορθοδοξίας!

Πεντηκοστιανοί: Μεταστροφές … (Αναστασία Λ.)



“They must learn, for they do not know” – The conversion of French George Lesier from Roman Catholicism to Orthodoxy



“They must learn, for they do not know”

The conversion of French George Lesier from

Roman Catholicism to Orthodoxy




With this title we publish the letter of Mrs. Catherine Lesier, by which she expresses her thanks for the contribution of our Holy Monastery for the conversion of her reposed husband to the One, Catholic and Apostolic Church, our Orthodox Church.

We used the above title, because it consists of the saying of George Lesier himself, while expressing his pain for his countrymen, himself being French, and because we believe this publication would also help those who have yet to know and taste the Grace of the Holy Spirit.

The conversion of George, of course is by nature the work of the Divine Grace. It is the response of God to his innocent intention, in his personal spiritual struggle which was but an expression of his anticipation for his union with the Holy Church. It is without doubt the fruit of love and of the hearty prayers of his pious wife and of the spiritual fathers and brothers, who anonymously or otherwise, they are referred to in the letter of Mrs. Lesier.

The contribution of our Holy Monastery lies in the divine functioning providence of its New Marmara Metohion at Halkidiki. of the last few years.
We believe that George, as he requested, kept clean the robe of holy baptism and now he reposes in the glory of the Lord. He intercedes for his family, his spiritual brothers but also for his, of the flesh countrymen. “They must learn, because they do not know” he would say when he referred to them. He wished that they all knew, if possible, the Grace of the Holy Spirit which he intensely lived with his holy baptism. Finally George was speaking from experience. For this he was very convincing and he became greatly accepted within his narrow family circle and by his countrymen that came to know him.

We pray that God rest his spirit with the Just and we ask him to pray to God for us who came to love him.

* * *

N. Marmaras 15-3-1993.

My honourable elder George, bless.

I know your time is precious, for this I beg you to forgive me that I make you spend a little time reading my letter.

Personally I thank you for the contribution of your spiritual work at the New Marmara Metohion. I especially thank you and all the fathers of the Monastery, for helping my husband George to come to Orthodoxy and be baptized at 65 years of age. I truly believe I have lived a miracle, because in my twenty years of married life, I had to deal with a very difficult man, especially in religious matters.

When after our wedding – fortunately we married in the Orthodox Church – I learned from someone spiritual that it is a heavy misdemeanour that I had married a heterodox and even as he called him a heretic. I was shaken and I started to feel the weight of my responsibility and guilt. That Spiritual one suggested to me that I should help him get to know Orthodoxy and perhaps if Continue reading ““They must learn, for they do not know” – The conversion of French George Lesier from Roman Catholicism to Orthodoxy”

The Journey to Antioch – My Discoveries in the Orthodox Church – Clifton D. Healy, USA



The Journey to Antioch

My Discoveries in the Orthodox Church

by Clifton D. Healy





In two previous essays (“Starting from Cane Ridge” and “The Road to Canterbury”), I described these two early periods of my faith journey in largely chronological order. For these two periods of my life there have been relatively clear and distinct time markers. I grew up in and trained for ministry among the Restoration Movement churches. Toward the end of that training, while still at college, I began to investigate the Anglican tradition. And though for a time these two faith traditions overlapped, still the pathways are fairly clear.

The road markers for my journey to Antioch, my inquiry into the Orthodox Church, however, are much more muddled, scattered here and there along previous roadways, seen now as portents of things to come, but known then as only so much new experience, as simple signposts which I was then unable to read. The relating of my investigations into Orthodoxy, then, runs scattershot at first through the stages of my experience in the Stone-Campbell/Restoration Movement churches just prior to becoming acquainted with Anglicanism, then through my initial searching in the Anglican tradition, and finally to the culmination of my experience in that tradition as I turned away from the Episcopal Church to finally look with focused attention at the Orthodox Church.

My experience of Orthodoxy can therefore be roughly charted along five time markers: the years prior to the summer of 2000, the months from June 2000 to January 2002, from June 2002 to September 2003 (the “gap” from January to June 2002 will be addressed in due course), from September 2003 to the Sunday of Orthodoxy and our entry into the Cathecumenate, the Catechumenate from the Sunday of Orthodoxy to Pentecost, and our entry into the Church on Pentecost.

1.Encounters with Orthodoxy prior to June 2000

As has been told elsewhere, by the summer of 2000 I had looked outside my own heritage churches to find that longed-for connection to the historic Church and had made my way to Anglicanism in the belief that I had found it there.

But the search had antecedents that predated my Anglican investigations. The first event in which I can recall this longing began to manifest itself with the purchase, in January 1987 between semesters of my freshman at Ozark Christian College, at the college bookstore of the Lightfoot and Harmer Greek and English single volume edition of The Apostolic Fathers. Here was my first attempt to find out what the early Church taught and believed. A seed had been planted as I spent the next semester reading through the Apostolic Fathers. I had no real understanding of what I was reading, but it both satisfied and intensified my longing for a connection to the New Testament Church.

The next event occurred about four years later. In the spring of 1991, just prior to my graduation from college, I prepared for a conditional baptism. I was seeking some certainty and authenticity about my baptism at age seven, especially in light of the fact that my life as an adolescent was godless and Continue reading “The Journey to Antioch – My Discoveries in the Orthodox Church – Clifton D. Healy, USA”

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Οι “τελειωμένοι” θα μας σπρώξουν στον Παράδεισο



Οι “τελειωμένοι” θα μας σπρώξουν στον Παράδεισο

Περπατούσα στην παράλια της Θεσσαλονίκης απόγευμα προς βράδυ, όταν ένας τοξικομανής με πλησίασε.

Δε μου ζήτησε λεφτά, άλλα με ρώτησε αν μπορούσα να του αγοράσω μια ροκά (καλαμπόκι) που έψηνε κάποιος πιο κάτω σε ένα μικρο πάγκο που είχε στήσει.
Τον ρώτησα αν ήθελε και κάτι άλλο. Μου είπε ότι ήθελε να πάω να του την αγοράσω εγώ επειδή χρωστούσε στον καλαμποκά και ίσως να μη του έδινε!
Πήγα και αφού του την έφερα, με ρώτησε αν μπορώ να κάτσω λίγο μαζί του η αν ντρέπομαι! Του απάντησα ότι θα ντραπώ, αν δεν κάτσω.

Τότε μου είπε το εξής εκπληκτικό!

Φίλε, μακριά από το Χριστό έτσι καταντάς! Όμως προσπαθώ εδώ και καιρό να κόψω τα ναρκωτικά για να μην Τον στεναχωρώ!

Δεν ξέρω αν θα τα καταφέρω, αλλά επειδή μάλλον δε θα ζήσω πολύ, θέλω όταν θα πάω μπροστά Του να έχω να του δείξω τον αγώνα μου μήπως και με λυπηθεί!

Ήμασταν κάπου κοντά στο ύψος του Ι. Ναού Κυρίλλου και Μεθοδίου.
Μου λέει… πάω κάθε πρωί απέναντι και με κοιτούν όλοι καλά καλά επειδή νομίζουν ότι θέλω λεφτά. Όμως εγώ πηγαίνω μπροστά στην εικόνα για να ζητήσω βοήθεια να κόψω τα ναρκωτικά. Δεν ανάβω κερί επειδή δεν έχω λεφτά να πάρω! (ΦΙΛΟΤΙΜΟ)

Και κάθε βράδυ πάλι πηγαίνω και λέω… δεν τα κατάφερα συγγνώμη! Ή λέω … σήμερα κάπως το πάλεψα ευχαριστώ!

Έζησα στα λόγια αυτού του ανθρώπου στιγμές από τα συναξάρια!

Του έδωσα κάτι λεφτά και του είπα από αύριο να πηγαίνει στην εκκλησία και να παίρνει κερί αλλά να προσεύχεται και για τη δικιά μου ψυχή. Με διαβεβαίωσε ότι τα λεφτά δε θα τα χαλάσει και ότι θα τα δώσει όλα μαζεμένα εκεί για να μην μπαίνει στον πειρασμό και τα ξοδέψει, και κάθε μέρα θα παίρνει 2 κεριά.

Του λέω με λένε Νίκο. Μου είπε ότι δεν είναι δύσκολο να με θυμάται αφού κανείς δεν κάθεται μαζί του και έτσι δεν έχει φίλους και γνωστούς.

Δε ρώτησα πολλά γι αυτόν. Δεν ήθελα να νιώσει ότι παραβιάζω την παράξενη ζωή του με την αδιακρισία μου.

Την ώρα που έφευγα, μου είπε ότι χάρηκε που έκατσα μαζί του και ότι του έκανε καλό η παρέα.Τώρα εσείς που διαβάζεται αυτό κείμενο καταλαβαίνετε καλά ποιος από τους δυο ωφελήθηκε!

Πριν τη συνάντηση μου με αυτόν τον άνθρωπο, είχα σκέψεις ότι όλη μου η ζωή είναι ένα ζόρι και ότι όλο δυσκολίες αντιμετωπίζω.

Πάνω που πήγαινε να με πάρει από κάτω, ήρθε στο δρόμο μου αυτή η ψυχή.

Πως μετά να μην πω ότι Θεός μας αγαπάει; Πως;

Πολύ μας αγαπάει…

Εν τω μεταξύ μάλλον από σήμερα και για λίγες τουλάχιστον ημέρες, ένας τοξικομανής προσεύχεται και για μένα!

Να δείτε που οι άνθρωποι του περιθωρίου και οι ”τελειωμένοι” θα μας σπρώξουν στον Παράδεισο!

Κύριος φωτισμός μου!

Ευχαριστώ για όλα παράξενε φίλε.

Νικος Β.



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My journey into the True Church – Timothy Copple, Texas, USA



My journey into the True Church

by Timothy Copple



My Journey Into The True Church


Each story I’ve heard of how people have come into the Orthodox Church has been different. Sometimes there are some general similarities, but each one has specific issues, specific circumstances and specific problems that they deal with. While I recognize that my own circumstances are not, and in some cases should not be, how others come into Orthodoxy, I do feel there were some key elements that moved me in this direction. Most inquirers/converts to Orthodoxy will deal with these key elements at some point.

So allow me to tell you a little of my own journey.

I was born and raised in Texas. We moved a lot, so over my growing up years I’ve lived in several different cities around south-central Texas. The city that I did a majority of my growing up, mostly during my teen years, was Austin, TX. So I tend to think of that as “home”. Ironically, it was in moving back to Austin after having lived in other places for around 16 years that I became Orthodox.

As I was growing up, my Father, Dalton Copple, was a part-time Baptist preacher while he worked for the local electric company around the Uvalde area. Some of my earliest memories as a kid are from those days. I recall a couple of questions I had back then, which I addressed to my Mom, Alice Fay Kiker.

One time I recall, as we were getting dressed for church, asking Mom why we had to go to church. As many people know, kids are often not really excited about going to church. You want to move, you want to play, you want to do anything but sit in a pew and listen for over an hour to people saying words and singing music. For me, however, that was not the full motivation behind my question. It was those blasted black leather shoes.

We were pretty poor people, but of course being the pastor’s family, the kids had to have decent looking shoes for church. Only problem was that our feet were constantly growing and Mom knew that we would hardly get a pair broke in before we would need a new pair. So, like any Mom aware that she had to Continue reading “My journey into the True Church – Timothy Copple, Texas, USA”

Met Bloom’s conversion from atheism to the Orthodox faith



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”