The only time you’ll find God in a box is because God wants to be
where we are.
Wm. Paul Young parses Women,(subordination added to scripture) Ephesians 5:22 & 1 Timothy 2:12 – YouTube
A Brief History of the Irish Orthodox Church
It was precisely because the monastic communities were like loving families that they had such a long-lasting and complete influence on the Irish people as a whole. These schools were the seedbeds of saints and scholars: literally thousands of young men and women received their formation in these communities. Some of them would stay and enter fully into monastic life, while others would return to their homes, marry, and raise their children in accordance with the profound Christian way of life that they had assimilated in the monastery. Some of the monks, either inspired by a desire for greater solitude, or by zeal to give what they had received to others, would leave the shores of their beloved homeland and set out “on pilgrimage for Christ” to other countries. Once again they would travel along paths previously trodden by their ancestors—both the pagans of long ago, and Christian pilgrims of more recent times.Because these monastic communities were centers of spiritual transformation and intense ascetic practice, they generated a dynamic environment which catalyzed the intellectual and artistic gifts of the Irish people, and laid them before the feet of Christ. In these monasteries, learning as well as sanctity was encouraged.The Irish avidly learned to write in Latin script, memorized long portions of the Scriptures (especially the Psalms), and even developed a written form for their exceedingly ancient oral traditions. When the Germanic peoples invaded the Continent (a.d. 400-550), the Gallic and Spanish scholars fled to Ireland with their books and traditions of the Greco-Roman Classical Age. In Ireland these books were zealously absorbed, treasured and passed on for centuries to come. Many Irish monks dedicated their whole lives to copying the Scriptures—the Old and New Testaments, as well as related writings—and often illuminated the manuscript pages with an intricate and beautiful art that is one of the wonders of the world.
60 Minutes visits Mt. Athos – YouTube
Easter Sneak Peak–Soon to be published by UnCollected Press: And the Fires We Talked About
Easter Sunday Afternoon
HE WAS STOOPED OVER AND ABOUT five-foot-five on a freeway entrance on I-5 northbound, with two good-sized paper grocery bags. Bundled up as he was, you could not discern by a scraggly grey-streaked beard; could have easily been fifty or older, but, stocking-capped, it was hard to tell.
“Oh thanks, oh thanks,”He said.
“I need a seven-mile ride!” He said.
Clear blue sky met us both and the twenty-year-old Ford picked up to freeway speed, and he was settling in with his bags at his feet. There were four, quart bottles of Rainer Ale.
“Warming up eh?” He said.
“Well yes, and its Easter,” I say, and I told him I’d just been to church, told him the Pastor preached the Road to Emmaus, and…
“Luke 24!” He said.
“They were walking with Jesus!” He said.
“Didn’t know it was Him!” He said.
I thought of stumbling over some point this Pastor had made, then I stopped. He knew scripture; I listened.
“Didn’t know, until they broke bread with him, Ha!” He said, slapping his knee.
“Got me a bridge up here I like!” He said, almost growling.
“Stays nice and dry, I can have a little fire, and nobody sees the smoke.” He said.
“I stopped being able to live inside about fifteen years ago,” He said.
“Don’t know why, I can’t live inside. I do pretty good. I worry in the winter that my feet will freeze.” He said.
“I do pretty good though, see my way around, find places like this bridge,” He said.
“Haven’t been rolled in two years,” He said.
“I can’t live inside.” He said.
“Wrap my feet with paper on winter nights.” He said.
“I’m afraid in the winter my feet might freeze,” He repeated.
“My feet froze seven years ago, lost one toe.” He said.
“But it’s getting warm now.” He said.
“I do pretty good.” He said.
When we arrived at the bridge, I got off onto the freeway shoulder with my Ford, and we talked for a while. My heart burned. I remembered I’d just bought a box of oranges. I got out and retrieved a dozen to a plastic bag from the trunk, I’d just done laundry and there were wool socks on top of the laundry basket, I put those in with the oranges and I found a twenty and gave him that too.
“He is risen!” I said.
“He is risen indeed!” He said, then vanished down under a roadbed bridge home.
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