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-It is later than you think! Hasten, therefore, to do the work of God. ☦️Fr. Seraphim Rose
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The foretelling of Christ's death, burial and resurrection is written into the Nativity Icon of Christ. His birth "And she gave birth to her first-born son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths, and laid him in a manger..." Luke 2:7 His death "And he bought a linen shroud, and taking him down, wrapped him in the linen shroud, and laid him in a tomb..." Mark 15:46 image
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If, then, the time of this life is for repentance, the very fact that a sinner still lives is a pledge that God will accept whoever desires to return to Him.....Where, then, are the grounds for despair, since all of us can at all times lay hold of eternal life whenever we want to? ☦️St. Gregory Palamas
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The forty days of the Nativity fast is an image of the fast of Moses, who having fasted for forty days and forty nights, received the words of God inscribed on stone tablets. But having fasted for forty days, we gaze upon and receive the living Word from the Virgin, inscribed not on stones, but incarnate and born, and we partake of His Divine Flesh ☦️St. Simeon of Thessalonica
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From The Hare's Refuge: "The Nativity Fast teaches that preparing for Christ’s coming involves both restraint and generous giving. Fasting creates space for mercy, charity, and renewed attention to God and neighbour. Its purpose is not mere denial but the re-ordering of desire toward divine love. When self-discipline is joined to generosity, the heart becomes receptive to the mystery of the Incarnation. Thus the fast becomes a path toward **theosis**, our transformation in the likeness of God".
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Trivia question: Michael Jackson's song "They Don't Really Care about Us" is about who?
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"When the government fears God, the people are free. When the people fear government, God is forgotten." — St. Lavrentiy of Chernigov stole this from @Bitko
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Blessed Lord's day to all of you☦️ Divine Liturgy is incredibly difficult with a 17 month old 😌
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From a book Frederica Matthews-Green (her husband is a priest) is working on: When the Temple was destroyed (AD 70), Christians didn’t need to make up a whole new kind of prayer service. They already knew how God wanted to be worshiped, because he’d told Moses in great detail. Those instructions, in Exodus 25-30, are certainly demanding. Even though the Hebrew people were still refugees, wandering in the desert and living in tents, God required them to offer worship that was lavishly beautiful. He told Moses to craft a portable temple, and to furnish it with incense, oil lamps, bells, gold, silver, precious stones, blue and purple cloth, vestments, embroidery, anointing oil, images of angels, and an altar. You’ll find all those things in an Orthodox church today.
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The book of Genesis is the greatest work of literature in all of history and it isn't even close.
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The Promise Foretold — The Proto-Evangelium Advent begins in the dark. Before shepherds and angels, before the child in the manger, there is the stillness of a garden. Humanity falls — and yet, even in judgment, God speaks a promise: > “I will put enmity between you and the woman, > between your seed and her seed; > he shall bruise your head, > and you shall bruise his heel.” The Fathers called this *the Proto-evangelium* — the *first Gospel*. In that single verse, light breaks through the ruin. The seed of the woman will crush the serpent’s head. Evil will not have the last word. From Eden to Abraham, from David to Mary, the story unfolds as the slow fulfilment of this first promise. The “seed” passes through barren wombs and broken hearts until the Word Himself takes flesh. The woman’s “yes” becomes the world’s salvation. The Cross bruises the heel — but there the serpent’s power is shattered. As St Ephrem wrote, *“Death swallowed what it thought was earthly and met God; it was undone.”* The manger and the Cross are carved from the same wood: divine love entering the dust to redeem it from within. Advent begins here — in longing, in the holy darkness before dawn. It is not nostalgia but promise, not escape but renewal. We wait, as creation once waited, for the Word to be born anew among us. The garden is not forgotten. The seed still grows. The light still shines in the darkness — and the darkness cannot overcome it.