Why the young couples break up after a year or two from their religious wedding?

Holy father, I’ve been living for about six years with a girl whom I married last year. Please tell me what is the explanation for the fact that before our wedding we had such a good relationship, but after we got married, our relationship didn’t work anymore, it became strained, we cannot understand each other anymore, we start fighting out of nothing, she doesn’t want me anymore, she can’t stand me anymore and wants to break up with me. She speaks every day with an Italian on the computer and if I approach her, she shuts any talk and she even takes care every time to delete everything she talks with him. Please, father, give me an advice and tell me what prayers I should say in order to find the truth and how I should behave!

Because you didn’t ask for God’s blessing from the beginning of your relationship through the sacrament of the holy matrimony and you started your life together with the sin of fornication and you went on living like this, a devil (the devil of fornication) benefited from your sins. When you married, you chased him away due to the sacrament of holy matrimony and you aroused his rage against you. For this, father Ilarion Argatu says that he was degraded and mocked by their leader and sent back with other devils to help him to destroy your marriage that was blessed by God due to the sacrament of holy matrimony and to draw you back to sin and win you for hell.

If he succeeds, this devil will be rehabilitated. That’s why he fight against you taking his revenge, to win that one who is weaker from you and make that person go back to the same sin, but this time the sin is bigger, being called adultery, because it is desecrated your holy matrimony.

Your wife is in this danger and the devil fights to defeat her first and make her fall in the sin of adultery, dissension, hate, destroying your blessed matrimony. That’s why you should have a serious talk with your wife, with the spirit of gentleness, of understanding, of the good advice and explain to her what I told you now in order to make her know in what danger she is and maybe she will awaken and her conscience will be awakened as well.

Make seven prostrations every morning and every evening and say the prayer: God forgive my sins and my wife’s sins and make her love me again. Chase away from us the breaker of our marriage, strengthen our marriage with strong guardian angel to praise You till the end. Read the Akathist hymn The holy veil of the Most Holy Theotokos on Wednesdays and the Akathist of the Savior and of saint Cyprian on Fridays.

If you had married in the Church from the very beginning and you had had children fulfilling the will of God, you wouldn’t have had such problems and you would have had a happy, steady and blessed marriage. It’s good that you married but you must fight with this enemy who got used to stay with you, so that you can chase him away and save your marriage by means of prayers, fast and repentance.

It’s such a pity that there are so many other young people who make the same mistake and have no idea what causes their trouble and the destruction of their marriage.

Source: Why the young couples break up after a year or two from their religious wedding?

About atheism

Metropolitan Antonios of Suroj

 

Go home and ask yourself when you felt for the first time the need that God would not exist!

Sometimes the man becomes faithless because this is his only shield against his conscience. It has just come into my mind the tale of a very intelligent, refined and cultivated priest from Paris. Once he had been an atheist, meaning he lived without God and he considered himself too much elevated and intelligent to allow himself think about his return to faith. He discussed about that with a priest.

The priest being from a village, without too many special studies and who emigrated from Russia, after listening to him for a long time, told him two things: First of all Sascha, it’s not so important that you don’t believe in God, nothing can happen to Him because of this, but what’s amazing is that God believes in you. And the other one: You, Sascha, go home and think about the time when you lost your faith, when you felt the need that God would not exist?

Sascha came home and thought about that. He was puzzled of such a presentation of his problem. He expected to hear a missionary speech or some recommendations to read certain treatises and got that instead of all. He didn’t understand a thing. And he searched, as he later confessed, for the causes first in the knowledge he had got at the Faculty of Theology from Paris then in the pre revolutionary period from the university in Russia and somewhere else and he couldn’t find anything at all till he remembered the time when he was six years old. He was living in a town from Russia, he was a nice boy, used to go to the church on every Sunday and he was considered a pious boy: he entered, made the sign of the Cross, stopped in the middle of the church and prayed to God. He received each Sunday a dime to give to the blind beggar from the entrance. He gave the dime and entered the church with the feeling that he had done a good deed paying attention to the blind man and he could stand peacefully before God.

Once before Christmas while walking with his mother through town, he discovered a shop where he saw a wonderful hobby-horse that cost only six dimes. He asked his mother to buy it for him but she refused and he returned home terribly upset. The next Sunday when he went to the church, while passing by the beggar thought that if he hadn’t given him that dime for six times he could have bought the horse. No sooner said than done.

He did so for four times and on the fifth he thought: if I took a dime from him then I would buy the horse two weeks beforehand. And he stole the dime from the blind man. Then entering the church felt that he could not stand before God anymore. What if God saw him? He went and hid in a corner of the church. His nanny brought him home and related everything to his parents who were shocked. When he was small he used to stand before God and now when he grew up, he became such an introvert, looking for a hidden place where he could be with God in silence and contemplation. His mother was rather optimistic!

Sascha felt that the situation was getting worse and he had to hide from God. Then at the university his older brother came to him full of atheistic knowledge and started to prove him that in fact God didn’t exist. And Sascha said: I clung to that idea. If there is no God, then it has no importance that I stole the dime and I didn’t give him the other five. That was the beginning of his atheism. The child received the teaching that God didn’t exist as if it were a safety belt against his qualms of conscience.

Source: opinii.tk/2006

 

The unwavering faith of the wife and the power of repentance

The driver got in the bus on his seat swiftly and set off the engine. The last passengers boarded up hastily, looking for an empty seat where to sit. It was Christmas eve and the traffic was at its height.

A woman bent to lift her suitcase but her husband was the first who grabbed it. He put it in the trunk and came back merrily beside her.

“Have a nice trip!” he wished her smiling. “See you back soon.”

She smiled too, reluctantly, they kissed each other reservedly and she sat down on her seat. She was going to Athens for at least two days to help her daughter who was to go to hospital for a small surgery. Nothing serious since she was to return home from the hospital on the same day. But someone had to stay with the children until their mother got back.

The bus left. Before entering the main road she looked once again with the corner of her eye at her husband. He waved his hand. She nodded her head but only reluctantly. Her soul was overwhelmed by a sad mood. After the bus had drifted away, her husband took out his mobile phone. He searched in his contacts then called a number.

“I’m free”, he said happily. “What would you say about tonight at 8 pm?”

“OK. In the same place tonight at 8 pm”, a woman answered laconically and hung up.

Hearing that answer he rubbed his hands very satisfied. Everything went just as he wanted. He was going to have two days to spend with his new girlfriend. It was really nice. They were going to enjoy all this time they had  at their disposal. It was incredible!

He looked at his watch. It was just 5 o’clock pm. He had enough time to go back home and freshen up a bit. Feeling as if he were flying in the skies with his heart full of joy and liveliness, as if he were a 20 yo youngster, he got in his car and pressed the accelerator whistling. How nicely he had arranged everything!

The grey December brought the first rain drops on the windscreen. The driver set off the wipers. The slow talks of the passengers were humming in her ears but he woman was looking blankly on the window. The bus was crowded and stifling. The light faded quickly and the landscape got blurry. The driver lit the headlights. The woman felt she could hardly breathe. The darkness was falling over her permeating even her inner world. She had already noticed the strange behavior of her husband and snakes were slithering around her from everywhere. She tried to retain her composure and didn’t make any allusion. She couldn’t complain he didn’t take care of her, but she realized that something else was happening at the same time. She tried not to have a breakdown but she had lost her confidence in her husband. Everything collapsed inside her. She felt betrayed and her bitterness reached till the bottom of her soul.

Now she anticipated what was going to happen while she was missing. She had never thought to call the police for help and she didn’t want to do it. However she clearly foresaw all his actions. She was aware that by leaving then she gave him all freedom of movement. So what mattered if Christmas was coming in two days? For whom would she return and why?

The persistent thoughts gave her a headache and her heart sank. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She was afraid she might have been noticed by the passenger sitting next to her so she turned her face to the window. She opened her bag looking for her mobile. She pretended to dial a number for hiding her unrest. She looked for the numbers with quivering fingers and the screen got lit but whom would she call and what to say?

All of a sudden on the screen showed up the face of her spiritual confessor who had reposed three years before. When he had been alive she used to run to him everytime she faced a problem. But now?…

As if pushed by an unexplainable urge she dialed his number as she used to to it before and put the phone to her ear. A deep, slow sigh went out of her throat.

“Kind gheronda, help me. I’m feeling lost. Show me the way, please. The night is covering me.”

“Why are you crying my dear?” “Who are you looking for?” a gentle voice sounded in her ear, but she was hearing it even better in her heart.

She almost froze. Who was talking to her? Her confessor? But he was dead. How was it possible to answer to her call? Wasn’t she having hallucinations? She gazed at her phone. On its bright screen it was shining not the number she had called but the meek face of her confessor, as she had always known him. But how could have been possible something like that?  He was looking at her with his kind eyes and was smiling. The view was soothing and a wave of joy took away the weight from her heart, warding off her sadness as if a dark cloud had vanished. A sweet relief invaded her till the bottom of her soul. A merry disposition poured in her heart. She let herself dive in the spell of that moment of mystery, even if she didn’t understand anything.

“What happened my daughter?” the old man asked her softly.

“You already know everything, father, there’s no need to repeat anything to you”, she answered as if ravishedly but in the same lower voice for not being noticed. “You see the slip of my husband.” “A deep darkness fell over my life.” “How can I find the courage to go on living?” “My whole soul is in ruins.”

“But you slipped too”, my daughter. “Not only your husband.”

“Me? How did I slip and when?” she asked puzzled.

“You’ve always been slipping from the path of God”, the priest said with his gentle voice. “You were living your dream alone.” “Tell me the truth.” When did you really love your husband?” “You’ve always done it, you’ll tell me.” “But don’t rush!” “You loved what he gave you, you didn’t love him.” “For you he was a puzzle piece of your plan.” “The perfect filling for a pattern you fancied yourself.” “This is what you loved, the benefit you got from his presence.” And now you’re crying for the broken showcase.” “You take into account only your loss.” “But you’ve never truly loved him.” “You see that he has become detestable now when he refused to fill that puzzle you fancied.”

The woman was silent. She didn’t have the power to utter a word. She had the feeling that she was falling. But the elder continued:

“Don’t look at the things you’re facing now, but at those that are going to happen to him.” “It’s high time to see your husband.” “Forget about yourself!” “And anything you ask from God let it be for him, not for your content.” “Your aim now should be only his salvation, because he is a unique priceless human being elaborately created by God.” “He’s your man, did you forget about that?” “ Wasn’t he given to you by God?” “Won’t He ask you once what you did for him?” “If you don’t care about him, who will look at him with kindness?” “Strive now so that he won’t fall in the abyss.” “Leave your feelings aside.” “It’s time to love your husband!”

That bright holy face vanished from the screen but in her heart was still shining vividly. She remained motionless for a while being captive of those hidden bonds of the unworldly magic. She was afraid that if she moved she would have lost that happiness that was embracing her like a very bright shirt. The words of her spiritual confessor had been like a sweet ray of light over her sadness. They revealed to her what she didn’t even imagine. For the first time she could see her own soul clearly, as if it were an open book. She was deeply touched.

She put her quivering hand in her bag. She looked for her rosary received as a priceless gift from her confessor. She passed its beads over her fingers as if caressing them. At the first bead she stopped. Slowly she uttered: Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on your servant!

She said it and repetead it after each bead, slowly. Her prayer was trying to open a path like the brook among weeds and stones. But little by little it grew stronger. Like Moses’s rod it hit powerfully the waterless rock from her soul. The brook grew and it turned into a rushing torrent which invaded the desert from her soul. It absorbed her completely. Her thought raised swiftly. It crossed mountains and paths covered by a darkness as black as hell. She was turning around wildly looking for her husband. With strong eagle wings her prayer flew towards him and invisibly embraced him. A sweet unknown longing pierced her heart like an obtuse pain. She wished she were with him. For the first time she felt she had the power to love her husband.

The darkness grew bigger but her heart filled with light. Surrounded by that sweet light she continued her prayer over and over again.

At 8 pm in high spirits, elegantly dressed, the man raised his hand to press the doorbell of the house where he had that date. He wanted to ring but hesitated…an imperceptible hesitation crossed his soul. What was that? Hadn’t he desired to go there? Why would have he hesitated then when he was so eager for it? His hand remained in the air and then fell down. What was going on? He suddenly felt he wasn’t sure anymore of what he was going to do. He mused and couldn’t understand himself at all. A hidden temptation made him ring but his hand still hesitated. Like in a flash the sad face of his wife showed up in front of his eyes. Why would have he done this to her? He got a strong feeling of embarrassment. For the first time he felt guilty. Some accusations raised their heads inside him. But why were all these happening to him now? Without being able to explain it, he understood he was not able to continue his plan. Something mysterious, inexplicable made him give up to his initial intention.

He left, moving back slowly, with his head down. Then his mobile rang. He was called by the woman with whom he had the date. He didn’t answer.

Unwittingly, effortlessly, more and more insistently the face of his wife appeared in his heart. Then he wished he could have been with her. He hadn’t felt that for so long. He had been touched by a divine grace. The grace of her hidden prayer brought him to a secret date.

Very late in the evening the last bus arrived in town. Slightly bending, carefully, his wife was getting down from it but before her foot touched the ground a hand caught hers gently. She raised her head happily and felt as if she saw her husband for the first time. With a bright smile they embraced, they kissed each other as if they had been at their first date.

In the soft winter night, carried by the wind, under the roof of the bus station, the Christmas carols filled the air. The trees clad in a cloud of glittering lights were spreading their glow all over. But now they had the feast in their hearts, which were filled by the joy of Nativity. Their merry faces and their bright eyes were lit with this holy joy.

They didn’t speak much, but with tears in their eyes they said:

“Merry Christmas, darling! “

“It will be a happy one for sure, my dearest,” she whispered while walking embraced. And all the people who saw them then walking together through the divine light of Christmas were going to speak for a long time about their quiet but true impassioned love story…

Wintertime story

Today in a small bakery an old woman, dressed in very shabby clothes, took out with quivering, frozen hands an old wallet where you could see a few small banknotes and several small coins. She took out from a hidden pocket a few coins. She counted them carefully for a few times. With the same quivering hands, wrinkled after so many years of labor, sacrifices, pains, hardships, tears, diseases and very few joys.

She asked for two loaves of bread. She wanted to pay for them but the shop-girl told her that Saint Nicholas has just passed by leaving bread for all the old men for a while. The old woman stared at her but she added quickly, straightening her back and uttering clearly:

“Thank you, my dear, but I have money for a loaf of bread.” She spoke with great dignity.

The shop-girl insisted, saying that a young man has passed by and left money for all the old men who were to come to buy bread on that day, in the remembrance of his grandmother.

“Thank you, then.”

“Be it welcome!” The shop-girl smiled.

The old woman furtively wiped a tear and got out with her heart warmed by the daily bread received as a gift for the remembrance of the reposed ones who didn’t depart.

While I was buying my own bread I saw a hurried young man who looked like a top model, just descended from the catwalk. Tall, handsome, elegantly dressed, with a smile which could melt the entire Antarctica, bent over the counter spreading an irresistible perfume and gave a banknote to the shop-girl.

“For tomorrow.” “With all my hugs and kisses, I love you.” “May God help us!”

The shop-girl watched him leaving in a hurry, getting back in his fancy car. She didn’t see me anymore, she didn’t hear me, she remained lost, melted, with a broad smile on her face, she swiftly made the sign of the cross and whispered: “May God keep him in good health!”

The small bakery was suddenly bathed in soft light and warmth, despite the winter from outside.

This is my Romania!

With all my hugs and kisses, I love you, May God help us!

Source: floareadinasfalt.ro

Show me your hands!

A young man went to a big company for a job interview. He passed the first interview and he had to meet the manager for the final stage.

The manager saw his excellent CV and asked him:

“Have you ever received a scholarship in school?”

The young man said `no`

“Did your father pay your tuition?”

“Yes”, he answered.

“What’s your father’s job?”

“My father’s a blacksmith.”

Then the manager asked him to show him his hands.

The young man showed him his soft and smooth hands.

“But you have never helped your father at his work?”

“No, he has always wanted to see me studying and reading many books.” “And he does his job better than I would.”

Then the manager told him:

“I want to ask you to do something.” “When you go home today, wash your father’s hands and then come back here tomorrow morning.”

The young man saw how big was the chance to get the job he desired.

When he got home, he asked his father if he let him wash his hands.

His father looked embarrassed and showed him his hands. The boy washed them slowly. It was the first time when he noticed that his father’s hands were ridgy and full of scars. That was the price he had paid for his son’s education. After washing his hands, the young man remained quiet and thoughtful. They talked quite a lot on that night.

In the morning the young man went to the manager’s office and this one noticed tears in his eyes and asked:

“Can you tell me what you did yesterday?”

“I washed my father’s hands”, he answered. “Now I know what is worthy of appreciation and I have to confess that I would have been what I am today without my parents.” “Now I realize how hard a man strives for his daily bread.” “And I want to help my family.”

“This is what I am seeking at my employees.” “I want to hire someone who knows how to value the help he received from the others.” “Someone who knows the pains of the other people and who knows that money doesn’t mean everything in life.” “You’re hired.”

You can give your child a large home, good food, a computer, a big TV set. But when you wash the floor or dust a painting hung on the wall teach him to do the same. After dinner, let him wash the dishes with his brothers and sisters. Don’t do this because you lack money and you can’t afford to hire someone to do that or you do it yourself, but because you want to teach him how to value work.

It doesn’t matter how rich or poor you are, one day you grow old like the father of that young man. What matters the most is to teach your child to value efforts and difficulties and to respect the work of the others in order to succeed in life.

Source: bewoman.ro

 

Once the family falls apart, the whole world will fall apart

Gheorghios Krasanakis

Professor at the University from Crete

Once when a professor asked abba Paisios if the children should fast, he gave him the following answer:

The small children must not fast. On the fasting days, when you have dinner you tell them: You see that we, your parents, eat fasting food, while you don’t. We didn’t give you this kind of food because you’re in the growth phase.

This is a very wise and correct answer from the pedagogical point of view. Because when the child grows up, he will say: I have to fast now like my parents because I’ve already grown up.

Abba Paisios believed in the power of familial education. He said:

The value of life is one: the family. If the family falls apart, the whole world will fall apart.

You should show love beyond your family. If you’re retired give a little of your time and money for helping the unprotected children of a broken family. When the family falls apart, everything deteriorates, the clergy, the monasticism, all the others.

At the question “What should be done when the parents don’t agree about the Christian education of their children?”he gave the following answer:

The car has a brake and gears. It doesn’t work solely with the brake or with the gears. The same goes with the parents one may push and the other one may brake. And if there is no balance of the conflicting powers in the family, everything will fall apart.

 

About the submission to the will of God

Woe to the man who is satiated and satisfied! When he is hungry and poor is much better. The beggar, even if it is a keen frost, runs to the people’s houses and begs. Would he still go if he had a loaf of bread?

When the man seizes the trouble, his worries and endeavors don’t cease at all. The same thing happens with the heart. When it is touched by the feeling of misery, poverty and coldness, it stirs both body and soul. The man does one thing and takes care of another one as well. Then self-pity finds no room for itself and any toil is in vain.

God sends hunger and misfortune to the one who prays and demands. These are the signs of health. The sick man doesn’t have any appetite, he is satiated even if he doesn’t eat for weeks. God have mercy on us!

The bird tied with a short rope flutters its wings for a while and falls. When the rope is long, the bird can soar in the air and fly, but it still remains in the same place. If it weren’t the rope, the bird would have flown to wonderful meadows. In the large cages the birds fly, but they are not free. How could they gain their freedom? When the fire threatens the tied one, he can tear even an iron chain, let alone a thin rope. The problem is not big: we must set on fire the trouble which is surrounding us!

But everything has its own time – although we are guilty for lacking enough time. It’s much better not to make any plans beforehand – neither in the monastery nor outside it. Because the problem is not there. We must start the attack against our inner world and shake it so that we won’t fall asleep, in sleep they tied Samson and cut his hair, taking his powers. When you have the monastery in your heart this means God and the soul. When God guides you to a monastery, you must go. But you shouldn’t think beforehand about what you would find there. And you shouldn’t dare to imagine anything about that. Everyone encounters there what is necessary for himself. One encounters something, another one something else. It’s better to submit yourself to the will of God and receive everything as if it were from His hands.

1 This is what saint Isaac the Syrian says

 

Who are the people who are truly happy?

They are those who fulfill the commandment of love. They are the people who have a soul beautiful like a flower with petals of giving, friendship, communion, solidarity, compassion, selflessness, faith, love, humility and hope. The perfume of the flower of their soul inebriates with the flavor of happiness many other souls. The happiness of these people is a wellspring of joy for their fellowmen. Their happiness is directly proportional with the happiness they give to their neighbor. They feel truly happy when all the other people around them are happy and blessed with beautiful and useful gifts by the Most Merciful God. They are the people who always have hope that God is permanently their Companion and Guide on the path of their life, they are the people who bear faithfully and with dignity their spiritual cross on the road to their Golgotha, willing to be real followers of Christ. They are the people who gladly accept the difficult moments of their life, because they are permanently living through gratitude and acceptance of the will of God. They are the people who never lose their spiritual peace and contaminate all the other men with this peace that’s bringing harmony and divine happiness. They are the people who are not smitten or saddened by hardships and temptations, who never lose their faith and patience, who endure patiently like Job all troubles, all humiliations, all injustices.

They are the people who pray and keep vigils continuously, who gained the virtue of sincere and pure prayer which can even move mountain from their place. They are the people who cannot live without prayer, this being their air, water and food.

They are the people who pray for all their fellowmen who suffer of physical and spiritual diseases, who include in their generous and loving hearts the entire world with all its troubles and problems. They are the persons who with their prayer, like a fervent love statement, bring to the throne of their heart the Holy Trinity. They are the people who are always longing for God, whose souls sing longing chants and hymns of glory and gratitude for the Lord of their hearts. They are the people who acknowledge in their heart the Risen Christ boldly and lovingly with their entire life.

They are those who live permanently in the space of Christ’s Resurrection, in the space where is heard only a sweet chant of love, bringing light and happiness. They are the people whose sweet tears cleanse any mud of sins, soothe any longing, any pain or despair. They are the people who never cast out or sadden the Holy Spirit with mistakes, sins and passions.

They are modest and humble men who love simplicity.  They are the people who are grateful for what they are and for what they have, they never crave after the gifts of their neighbor, they are the people who don’t comment if they were blessed with only one gift and not with more. They are the people who always thank God for their life seen as a gift from Him. Such people are truly happy when they walk barefoot through the grass washed by dew, when they look at the heights of the skies at the fluffy clouds like the wings of angels, when they listen to the magic trills of the nightingales, when they wander on mountain paths, when they breathe the air embalmed by the scent of the delicate flowers. They are the people who when they look at the entire Creation have a heart filled with divine happiness, who feel and live the beauty.

Source: jurnalspiritual.eu

The window of our soul

A newly wed couple moved to a very quiet district. On the first morning in their new home, while drinking her coffee, the woman looking on the window noticed a woman who was stretching her laundry in the balcony to dry.

What dirty bed sheets our neighbour is stretching on her balcony! I think she needs a better washing powder or maybe I should teach her myself how to wash properly the bed sheets!

Her husband watched and remained silent. This scene repeated every time the neighbour took her laundry out to dry, every week.

After some time the woman was surprised to see one day that her neighbour was stretching much cleaner bed sheets and she said to her husband:

”Look, darling, this woman has finally learnt how to wash her laundry!” ”Could it be possible to have learnt it from someone else?”

Her husband answered:

”No, dear, today I woke up earlier and washed the windows of our house.”

In our life things are the same way too. Everything depends on how clean is the window of our soul, through which we see the facts. Before criticising, we should first check the facts and cleanse our soul for being able to see things clearly. Then we could notice the purity of the others. There’s no doubt that today I see you better than yesterday!

“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” (Matthew 6:22)

It’s worth trying

Many times the people want to understand God in order to believe. But they think badly and astray. Why? Because you must believe in order to understand and not vice versa. It is necessary to convince yourself that God is so much higher than you so cannot explain Him and put Him in moulds.

It’s wrong to try to bring God to our size in order to accept Him. God must not become a divine entitlement for our mistakes, must not become an indefinite power which to bless our sick desires or the great punisher of the universe, He should be our Father. who wants to see we fulfill ourselves as human beings. That is why the final purpose is salvation, the fulfillment of man in Christ. This is what God wants.

Our pasionless God wants us not because He needs us, only because He loves us.

Man’s helplessness to approach God is caused by the fact that we try to approach Him with our mind and not with our heart. Our mind is unable to  understand the uncreated, beginningless and endless God.

Only the humble heart is able, not to understand God but to taste the beauty of His presence and to gain shelter in His expected Kingdom.

God made His step towards us so that we could approach Him. But we should not remain there at the mere knowledge, we should do those beyond thought. We should become His partakers, we should make ourselves be as one with His Body and become gods-men with the grace of the God Man.

Apostle Paul confirms this by telling us: God is faithful by whom you were called to the fellowship of His Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord.

God sent us the invitation to enter His Kingdom together with Christ the Bridegroom. But for being able to understand what this is about, you must be able to read this invitation. And someone is able to read it indeed when he goes to the school of the Church, to the Body of the God Man extended to eternity, to that school where everyone by repentance, humility, liturgical life learns how to read and understand God’s invitation.

In the Church the man doesn’t learn only how to live in the world according to the will of God. But he also learns how to die for the world, for the sake of Love.

It is not easy to live like Christ, it is not easy to be hurt and to want to continue against everybody, even against your friends and family, who might have given that up for a long time. But ultimately it’s worth trying, it’s worth not to give it up or get disheartened, because up above where you’re afraid to go, it is found what your anxious soul is seeking. It is found the cease of all the questions, the feast of the heart, the life with the Risen Christ.