Friday, 25 December 2009

St. Spyridon of Tremithus

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Saint Spyridon of Tremithus was born towards the end of the third century on the island of Cyprus. He was a shepherd, and had a wife and children. He used all his substance for the needs of his neighbors and the homeless, for which the Lord rewarded him with a gift of wonderworking. He healed those who were incurably sick, and cast out demons.

After the death of his wife, during the reign of Constantine the Great (306-337), he was made Bishop of Tremithus, Cyprus. As a bishop, the saint did not alter his manner of life, but combined pastoral service with deeds of charity.

According to the witness of Church historians, St Spyridon participated in the sessions of the First Ecumenical Council in the year 325. At the Council, the saint entered into a dispute with a Greek philosopher who was defending the Arian heresy. The power of St Spyridon's plain, direct speech showed everyone the importance of human wisdom before God's Wisdom: "Listen, philosopher, to what I tell you. There is one God Who created man from dust. He has ordered all things, both visible and invisible, by His Word and His Spirit. The Word is the Son of God, Who came down upon the earth on account of our sins. He was born of a Virgin, He lived among men, and suffered and died for our salvation, and then He arose from the dead, and He has resurrected the human race with Him. We believe that He is one in essence (consubstantial) with the Father, and equal to Him in authority and honor. We believe this without any sly rationalizations, for it is impossible to grasp this mystery by human reason."

As a result of their discussion, the opponent of Christianity became the saint's zealous defender and later received holy Baptism. After his conversation with St Spyridon, the philosopher turned to his companions and said, "Listen! Until now my rivals have presented their arguments, and I was able to refute their proofs with other proofs. But instead of proofs from reason, the words of this Elder are filled with some sort of special power, and no one can refute them, since it is impossible for man to oppose God. If any of you thinks as I do now, let him believe in Christ and join me in following this man, for God Himself speaks through his lips."

At this Council, St Spyridon displayed the unity of the Holy Trinity in a remarkable way. He took a brick in his hand and squeezed it. At that instant fire shot up from it, water dripped on the ground, and only dust remained in the hands of the wonderworker. "There was only one brick," St Spyridon said, "but it was composed of three elements. In the Holy Trinity there are three Persons, but only one God."

The saint cared for his flock with great love. Through his prayer, drought was replaced by abundant rains, and incessant rains were replaced by fair weather. Through his prayers the sick were healed and demons cast out.

A woman once came up to him with a dead child in her arms, imploring the intercession of the saint. He prayed, and the infant was restored to life. The mother, overcome with joy, collapsed lifeless. Through the prayer of the saint of God the mother was restored to life.

Another time, hastening to save his friend, who had been falsely accused and sentenced to death, the saint was hindered on his way by the unanticipated flooding of a stream. The saint commanded the water: "Halt! For the Lord of all the world commands that you permit me to cross so that a man may be saved." The will of the saint was fulfilled, and he crossed over happily to the other shore. The judge, apprised of the miracle that had occurred, received St Spyridon with esteem and set his friend free.

Similar instances are known from the life of the saint. Once, he went into an empty church, and ordered that the lampadas and candles be lit, and then he began the service. When he said, "Peace be unto all," both he and the deacon heard from above the resounding of "a great multitude of voices saying, "And with thy spirit." This choir was majestic and more sweetly melodious than any human choir. To each petition of the litanies, the invisible choir sang, "Lord, have mercy." Attracted by the church singing, the people who lived nearby hastened towards it. As they got closer and closer to the church, the wondrous singing filled their ears and gladdened their hearts. But when they entered into the church, they saw no one but the bishop and several church servers, and they no longer heard the singing which had greatly astonished them."

St Simeon Metaphrastes (November 9), the author of his Life, likened St Spyridon to the Patriarch Abraham in his hospitality. Sozomen, in his CHURCH HISTORY, offers an amazing example from the life of the saint of how he received strangers. One time, at the start of the Forty-day Fast, a stranger knocked at his door. Seeing that the traveller was very exhausted, St Spyridon said to his daughter, "Wash the feet of this man, so he may recline to dine." But since it was Lent there were none of the necessary provisions, for the saint "partook of food only on certain days, and on other days he went without food." His daughter replied that there was no bread or flour in the house. Then St Spyridon, apologizing to his guest, ordered his daughter to cook a salted ham from their larder. After seating the stranger at table, he began to eat, urging that man to do the same. When the latter refused, calling himself a Christian, the saint rejoined, "It is not proper to refuse this, for the Word of God proclaims, "Unto the pure all things are pure" (Titus 1:15).

Another historical detail reported by Sozomen, was characteristic of the saint. It was his custom to distribute one part of the gathered harvest to the destitute, and another portion to those having need while in debt. He did not take a portion for himself, but simply showed them the entrance to his storeroom, where each could take as much as was needed, and could later pay it back in the same way, without records or accountings.

There is also the tale by Socrates Scholasticus about how robbers planned to steal the sheep of St Spyridon. They broke into the sheepfold at night, but here they found themselves all tied up by some invisible power. When morning came the saint went to his flock, and seeing the tied-up robbers, he prayed and released them. For a long while he advised them to leave their path of iniquity and earn their livelihood by respectable work. Then he made them a gift of a sheep and sending them off, the saint said kindly, "Take this for your trouble, so that you did not spend a sleepless night in vain."

All the Lives of the saint speak of the amazing simplicity and the gift of wonderworking granted him by God. Through a word of the saint the dead were awakened, the elements of nature tamed, the idols smashed. At one point, a Council had been convened at Alexandria by the Patriarch to discuss what to do about the idols and pagan temples there. Through the prayers of the Fathers of the Council all the idols fell down except one, which was very much revered. It was revealed to the Patriarch in a vision that this idol had to be shattered by St Spyridon of Tremithus. Invited by the Council, the saint set sail on a ship, and at the moment the ship touched shore and the saint stepped out on land, the idol in Alexandria with all its offerings turned to dust, which then was reported to the Patriarch and all the bishops.

St Spyridon lived his earthly life in righteousness and sanctity, and prayerfully surrendered his soul to the Lord. His relics repose on the island of Corfu (Kerkyra), in a church named after him (His right hand, however, is located in Rome). His memory is also celebrated on Cheesefare Saturday.
http://ocafs.oca.org/FeastSaintsViewer.asp?SID=4&ID=1&FSID=103526


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The Life Of St. Spyridon


The holiest shrine on the island of Kerkyra (Corfu) just off the western coast of Greece is the tomb of a fourth-century saint whose body after sixteen centuries is in such a remarkable state of preservation that every year St Spyridon is carried in solemn triumph through the streets on the occasion of His feast day.


Born on the island of Cyprus, St Spyridon preferred the tranquility of the countryside he roamed as a boy while shepherding his father’s flocks. Even after he rose to the office of bishop he would find the time to tend the sheep on a hillside, where he knew complete contentment.


St. Spyridon’s beginnings were humble. He came from a rural family which for generations had lived in such remoteness that there was no school for miles around. Although he was exceptionally bright, Spyridon like most youngsters in his circumstances was never taught to read or write. However, the communities that lacked a school never lacked accessibility to a countryside church, and as a boy Spyridon loved his church. He displayed considerable religious fervour and remarkable intelligence, which enabled him to memorize long passages from the Bible.


His parents, not wanting to see his great talent and love for Christ constrained, sought counsel from their priest, who in turn arranged for the boy’s education and religious training.


Ordained a priest just after the turn of the fourth century, St Spyridon was assigned to a rural community much like the one in which he had grown up. He made it his first act to use the church as a school for the education of children. He convinced the parents to give their children time away from their chores, to learn at least how to read and write. His dedication to the people and his complete commitment to the Saviour did not go unnoticed. After the death of his wife, he was appointed Bishop of Trimithous, a post in which he won the admiration of his flock and prominence in the international Christian community. Whenever he could get away from the responsibilities of his office, he chose to return to the peace and tranquillity of the family farm.


It was in 325 that the momentous council of Nicaea was convened at the request of the Emperor Constantine to resolve the issues so divisive in that era. The greatest figures of Christianity of the age were invited. Among them was the shepherd-bishop Spyridon, whose reputation preceded him and who was therefore made one of the Principals. At this Council St. Spyridon met St. Nicholas, with whom he


formed a lasting friendship. Their lives formed a parallel which comes down to us as a glorious part of the rich heritage of Christianity. Spyridon acquitted himself most honourably at this meeting and was instrumental in resolving critical theological questions, which allowed for a successful conclusion to the most important Council in Christian history.


Icons of St. Spyridon often recall the miracle he used to illustrate the indivisible nature of the Trinitarian God. Squeezing a brick in his hand he drew the three elements of fire, earth and water. St. Spyridon is known for many miracles, including the turning of a snake into gold to help a poor person pay his debts, before returning it to its original state.


Like his friend Nicholas, Spyridon fell victim to pagan persecution and was one day hauled off to prison, where he was so brutally beaten by the guards that he lost the sight of one eye. Years of misery were to follow then, for rather than execute him the Romans consigned him to the mines. There the gentle saint lived in squalor and labored in agony for many years before at last he died. Faithful to the end, his last words were in praise of the Lord. His body was cast into a ditch from which it was taken by his friends for a Christian burial. Later removed, his body lies intact to this day, preserved by the hand of God.
http://www.stspyridon.nsw.edu.au/pages.asp?ID=College+Patron+Saint


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"Once, the bishop, [St. Spyridon] after a long journey teaching his people, he became tired, and went to rest in the home of one of the faithful. Hearing this, many people from neighboring houses at first, and later from the whole community ran out to meet and to get the blessing of the Saint. Among the crowds was a woman who was sinner, who also came to see the saint. Some even fell down below, to embrace his feet. With the Grace of the Holy Spirit, as soon as the Saint looked at her, he immediately understood her sin. Without anyone else hearing, in a sweet and humble manner, he whispered to the woman: «Lady, don't touch me.»



She insisted, however. And then the Saint with austerity revealed the face of the sin of all. The woman was in awe, and with a broken heart and tears she began to seek the mercy of God. Before this repentance, the loving father said with emotion those words once said by the Lord to such a sinner: «Take heart, o daughter. Your sins are forgiven you.» Go forth and be careful in the future. With his way, the Saint helped the woman who was a sinner to repent. He also gave a lesson to all. Only sincere repentance cleanses and restores the soul of man its honored position, to be a child of God."




"Once the saint, accompanied by his friend and pupil of Trifyllio, the first bishop of Nicosia (then Lidras), set out for Kyrenia for some task. The road passed by Kythrea, and at the time it was spring and nature around was more beautiful than a painting. The trees were putting forth flowers. The lovely birds sung sweetly and flew from branch to branch. Mountain flocks were grazing on the rich grass with so many flowers, with the aroma that if seemed to glorify the Creator. They were traveling along the way slowly, because it was an uphill path, and at some juncture Trifyllios was admiring the verdant panoramic plain, which stretched beneath their feet, began to have certain thoughts:


What good, he was thinking mentally, to have for my bishopric some of the buildings located in this place. They would give me a good income to face so many needs.


-What are you thinking, my brother? St. Spyridon said. Why let your mind be occupied with such vain things at this time?


-My Geronta [Elder], were you reading my thoughts?


-My Brother, «For here we have no continuing city, but we seek the one to come» (Hebrews 13:14). We don't have here on earth a permanent and lasting home and city, with deep longing we desire the future, the celestial Jerusalem. Vain are all earthly goods. In your heart always have one desire. To aquire the heavens, the eternal good things. All the earthly goods are provisional and deceptive. Today is ours. Tomorrow will be owned by someone else. And never desire? [Και ουδέποτε τίνος.?]


-My Father, forgive me. I was defeated by visions. Prayer to our Lord to forgive me.


-Yes, my son, be careful. The devil uses the most innocent things, to tempt us and scandalize us. Instead of visions, leave our minds to glorify the Creator, Who made everything for our love and happiness, instead of yearning forcefully to seek vain things and to seek to obtain, to make our buildings? [να τα κάμει κτήμα του?]


How much wisdom is in the words of the Divinely-illumined Bishop. Instead of man thinking to hymn and glorify his Maker and Fashioner before the majesty of the Almighty Creator, as one generally does, one yearns to acquire and enjoy the goods of the earth."


Two other miracles I think are worth mentioning from his life, also because they are mentioned in his apolytikion below, and aren't explained in too many places.


"One day, another poor family knocked at the door of the Bishop. They approached the Saint with tears and asked for a loan. He wanted to pay a debt to a rich man who threatened to sell their home. But where would the Saint find that much to give? The pain that gave rise to bitter tears of the poor family, torn by grief, struck the loving bishop, and he went for a walk. Suddenly there was in front of them a snake slithering through the green. Like lightning, the rod of Aaron struck the mind of the Saint, which at the palace of Pharaoh fell to earth and became a snake. «As it is, Lord, may this snake become gold for this poor family, he said slowly. Yes, Lord. Let it become gold to help this miserable creature of Yours», and again lifted his hand. The snake stopped, and the Saint bent down and picked it up. In his hands the disgusting serpent was transformed and now show forth as gold.


-Take it, son, said the Saint with kindness. Take it and do your work. And the poor man full of joy took the gold and ran to give it to the rich creditor. When the man, with the help of God, paid the debt, the lender returned the golden pledge. The poor man took it back with tears of gratitude and returned it to the Saint. Once he received it in his hands, he turned his eyes towards to heaven, glorified God for His infinite charity, and then threw it to the earth. And miracle of miracles! The gold became a snake again and and left ahead of them."


"When the saint returned to Cyprus [after the 1st Eccumenical Council], he learned with great sadness that his daughter Irene had died. The faithful bishop accepted this trial with exemplary patience and endurance. A few days later a woman came to him with tears and asked for a precious thing, a jewel. It was given to his daughter to watch shortly before she died. The saint arose and carefully searched throughout the house to find the missing object. Unfortunately, it was not found anywhere. Then without any hesitation he went to the grave of his daughter. When he arrived, he offered a fervent prayer, and then, after he bowed over the grave, he asked the dead daughter, as if she were alive, to tell him where she had put the object. Immediately a voice from the depths of the tomb was heard to say:


-My Father, I have it hidden in that certain place. Then the Saint said: -Sleep, my daughter, in peace. Sleep until the day when the Lord will raise us all in the General Resurrection. Those who were there were shaken and were left speechless. They reflected on the strength with which the All-good God endowed this simple but holy bishop. The good shepherd, who would do everything for the benefit and service of Christians."
http://full-of-grace-and-truth.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-spyridon-wonderworker.html

Commemorated December 12/25

Troparion of St Spyridon tone 1
Thou wast a champion of the First Council and a wonderworker,/ 
O Godbearing Father Spyridon./ 
Thou didst speak to one dead in the grave, and change a serpent to gold;/ 
and while thou wast chanting the holy prayers the Angels were serving with thee./ 
Glory to Him Who has glorified thee;/ 
glory to Him Who has crowned thee;/
glory to Him Who through thee works healings for all.

Kontakion of St Spyridon tone 2
Thou didst lend wings to thy mind with the fire of the spirit,/ 
wounded by love for Christ./ 
Thy practical work was the practice of contemplation,/ 
O inspired Spyridon./ 
Thou didst become a divine altar, imploring illumination for all.



Tuesday, 15 December 2009

St. Mary of Egypt

The Life Of Our Venerable Mother Mary of Egypt
by Saint Sophronius
Patriarch of Jerusalem,  7th century
-written 100 years after the repose of St. Mary,  †April 1, 522

"It is good to hide the secret of a king, but it is glorious to reveal and preach the works of God" (Tobit 12:7).  So said the Archangel Raphael to Tobit when he performed the wonderful healing of his blindness.  Actually, not to keep the secret of a king is perilous and a terrible risk, but to be silent about the works of God is a great loss for the soul.  And I (says St. Sophronius), in writing the life of St. Mary of Egypt, am afraid to hide the works of God by silence.  Remembering the misfortune threatened to the servant who hid his God-given talent in the earth (Mat. 25:18-25), I am bound to pass on the holy account that has reached me.  And let no one think (continues St. Sophronius) that I have had the audacity to write untruth or doubt this great marvel -- may I never lie about holy things!  If there do happen to be people who, after reading this record, do not believe it, may the Lord have mercy on them because, reflecting on the weakness of human nature, they consider impossible these wonderful things accomplished by holy people.  But now we must begin to tell this most amazing story, which has taken place in our generation.

There was a certain elder in one of the monasteries of Palestine, a priest of the holy life and speech, who from childhood had been brought up in monastic ways and customs.  This elder's name was Zosimas.  He had been through the whole course of the ascetic life and in everything he adhered to the rule once given to him by his tutors as regard spiritual labours.  He had also added a good deal himself whilst labouring to subject his flesh to the will of the spirit.  And he had not failed in his aim.  He was so renowned for his spiritual life that many came to him from neighboring monasteries and some even from afar.  While doing all this, he never ceased to study the Divine Scriptures.  Whether resting, standing, working or eating food (if the scraps he nibbled could be called food), he incessantly and constantly had a single aim: always to sing of God, and to practice the teaching of the Divine Scriptures.  Zosimas used to relate how, as soon as he was taken from his mother's breast, he was handed over to the monastery where he went through his training as an ascetic till he reached the age of 53.  After that, he began to be tormented with the thought that he was perfect in everything and needed no instruction from anyone, saying to himself mentally, "Is there a monk on earth who can be of use to me and show me a kind of asceticism that I have not accomplished?  Is there a man to be found in the desert who has surpassed me?" 

Thus thought the elder, when suddenly an angel appeared to him and said: 

"Zosimas, valiantly have you struggled, as far as this is within the power of man, valiantly have you gone through the ascetic course.  But there is no man who has attained perfection.  Before you lie unknown struggles greater than those you have accomplished.  That you may know how many other ways lead to salvation, leave your native land like the renowned patriarch Abraham and go to the monastery by the River Jordan."

Zosimas did as he was told.  He left the monastery in which he had lived from childhood, and went to the River Jordan.  At last he reached the community to which God had sent him. Having knocked at the door of the monastery, he told the monk who was the porter who he was; and the porter told the abbot.  On being admitted to the abbot's presence, Zosimas made the usual monastic prostration and prayer.  Seeing that he was a monk the abbot asked: 

"Where do you come from, brother, and why have you come to us poor old men?" 

Zosimas replied: 

"There is no need to speak about where I have come from, but I have come, father, seeking spiritual profit, for I have heard great things about your skill in leading souls to God." 

"Brother," the abbot said to him, "Only God can heal the infirmity of the soul.  May He teach you and us His divine ways and guide us.  But as it is the love of Christ that has moved you to visit us poor old men, then stay with us, if that is why you have come.  May the Good Shepherd Who laid down His life for our salvation fill us all with the grace of the Holy Spirit." 

After this, Zosimas bowed to the abbot, asked for his prayers and blessing, and stayed in the monastery.  There he saw elders proficient both in action and the contemplation of God, aflame in spirit, working for the Lord.  They sang incessantly, they stood in prayer all night, work was ever in their hands and psalms on their lips.  Never an idle word was heard among them, they know nothing about acquiring temporal goods or of the cares of life.  But they had one desire -- to become in body like corpses.  Their constant food was the Word of God, and they sustained their bodies on bread and water, as much as their love for God allowed them.  Seeing this, Zosimas was greatly edified and prepared for the struggle that lay before him.

Many days passed and the time drew near when all Christians fast and prepare themselves to worship the Divine Passion and Ressurection of Christ.  The monastery gates were kept always locked and only opened when one of the community was sent out on some errand.  It was a desert place, not only unvisited by people of the world but even unknown to them. 

There was a rule in that monastery which was the reason why God brought Zosimas there.  At the beginning of the Great Fast [on Forgiveness Sunday] the priest celebrated the holy Liturgy and all partook of the holy Body and Blood of Christ.  After the Liturgy they went to the refectory and would eat a little lenten food. 

Then all gathered in church, and after praying earnestly with prostrations, the elders kissed one another and asked forgiveness.  And each made a prostration to the abbot and asked his blessing and prayers for the struggle that lay before them.  After this, the gates of the monastery were thrown open, and singing, "The Lord is my light and my Savior; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the defender of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" (Psalm 26:1) and the rest of that psalm, all went out into the desert and crossed the River Jordan.  Only one or two brothers were left in the monastery, not to guard the property (for there was nothing to rob), but so as not to leave the church without Divine Service.  Each took with him as much as he could or wanted in the way of food, according to the needs of his body: one would take a little bread, another some figs, another dates or wheat soaked in water.  And some took nothing but their own body covered with rags and fed when nature forced them to it on the plants that grew in the desert. 

After crossing the Jordan, they all scattered far and wide in different directions.  And this was the rule of life they had, and which they all observed -- neither to talk to one another, nor to know how each one lived and fasted.  If they did happen to catch sight of one another, they went to another part of the country, living alone and always singing to God, and at a definite time eating a very small quantity of food.  In this way they spent the whole of the fast and used to return to the monastery a week before the Resurrection of Christ, on Palm Sunday.  Each one returned having his own conscience as the witness of his labour, and no one asked another how he had spent his time in the desert.  Such were rules of the monastery.  Everyone of them whilst in the desert struggled with himself before the Judge of the struggle -- God -- not seeking to please men and fast before the eyes of all.  For what is done for the sake of men, to win praise and honour, is not only useless to the one who does it but sometimes the cause of great punishment.

Zosimas did the same as all.  And he went far, far into the desert with a secret hope of finding some father who might be living there and who might be able to satisfy his thirst and longing.  And he wandered on tireless, as if hurrying on to some definite place.  He had already walked for 20 days and when the 6th hour came he stopped and, turning to the East, he began to sing the Sixth Hour and recite the customary prayers.  He used to break his journey thus at fixed hours of the day to rest a little, to chant psalms standing and to pray on bent knees. 

And as he sang thus without turning his eyes from the heavens, he suddenly saw to the right of the hillock on which he stood the semblance of a human body.  At first he was confused thinking he beheld a vision of the devil, and even started with fear.  But, having guarded himself with the sign of the Cross and banished all fear, he turned his gaze in that direction and in truth saw some form gliding southwards.  It was naked, the skin dark as if burned up by heat of the sun; the hair on its head was white as a fleece, and not long, falling just below its neck.  Zosimas was so overjoyed at beholding a human form that he ran after it in pursuit, but the form fled from him.  He followed.  At length, when he was near enough to be heard, he shouted: 

"Why do you run from an old man and a sinner?  Slave of the True God, wait for me, whoever you are, in God's name I tell you, for the love of God for Whose sake you are living in the desert." 

"Forgive me for God's sake, but I cannot turn towards you and show you my face, Abba Zosimas.  For I am a woman and naked as you see with the uncovered shame of my body.  But if you would like to fulfil one wish of a sinful woman, throw me your cloak so that I can cover my body and can turn to you and ask for your blessing." 

Here terror seized Zosimas, for he heard that she called him by name.  But he realized that she could not have done so without knowing anything of him if she had not had the power of spiritual insight. 

He at once did as she was asked.  He took off his old, tattered cloak and threw it to her, turning away as he did so.  She picked it up and was able to cover at least a part of her body.  Then she turned to Zosimas and said: 

"Why did you wish, Abba Zosimas, to see a sinful woman?  What do you wish to hear or learn from me, you who have not shrunk from such great struggles?" 

Zosimas threw himself on the ground and asked for her blessing.  She likewise bowed down before him.  And thus they lay on the ground prostrate asking for each other's blessing.  And one word alone could be heard from both: "Bless me!"  After a long while the woman said to Zosimas: 

"Abba Zosimas, it is you who must give blessing and pray.  You are dignified by the order of priesthood and for many years you have been standing before the holy altar and offering the sacrifice of the Divine Mysteries." 

This flung Zosimas into even greater terror.  At length with tears he said to her: 

"O mother, filled with the spirit, by your mode of life it is evident that you live with God and have died to the world.  The Grace granted to you is apparent -- for you have called me by name and recognized that I am a priest, though you have never seen me before.  Grace is recognized not by one's orders, but by gifts of the Spirit, so give me your blessing for God's sake, for I need your prayers." 

Then giving way before the wish of the elder the woman said: 

"Blessed is God Who cares for the salvation of men and their souls." 

Zosimas answered: 

"Amen." 

And both rose to their feet.  Then the woman asked the elder: "Why have you come, man of God, to me who am so sinful?  Why do you wish to see a woman naked an devoid of every virtue?  Though I know one thing -- the Grace of the Holy Spirit has brought you to render me a service in time.  Tell me, father, how are the Christian peoples living?  And the kings?  How is the Church guided?" 

Zosimas said: 

"By your prayers, mother, Christ has granted lasting peace to all.  But fulfill the unworthy petition of an old man and pray for the whole world and for me who am a sinner, so that my wanderings in the desert may not be fruitless." 

She answered: 

"You who are a priest, Abba Zosimas, it is you who must pray for me and for all -- for this is your calling.  But as we must all be obedient, I will gladly do what you ask." 

And with these words she turned to the East, and raising her eyes to heaven and stretching out her hands, she began to pray in a whisper.  One could not hear separate words, so that Zosimas could not understand anything that she said in her prayers.  Meanwhile he stood, according to his own word, all in a flutter, looking at the ground without saying a word.  And he swore, calling God to witness, that when at length he thought that her prayer was very long, he took his eyes off the ground and saw that she was raised about a forearm's distance from the ground and stood praying in the air.  When he saw this, even greater terror seized him and he fell on the ground weeping and repeating may times, "Lord have mercy." 

And whilst lying prostrate on the ground he was tempted by a thought: Is it not a spirit, and perhaps her prayer is hypocrisy?  But at the very same moment the woman turned round, raised the elder from the ground and said: 

"Why do thoughts confuse you, Abba, and tempt you about me, as if I were a spirit and a dissembler of prayer?   Know, holy father, that I am only a sinful woman, though I am guarded by Holy Baptism.  And I am no spirit but earth and ashes, and flesh alone." 

And with these words she guarded herself with the sign of the Cross on her forehead, eyes, mouth and breast, saying: 

"May God defend us from the evil one and from his designs, for fierce is his struggle against us."

Hearing and seeing this, the elder fell to the ground and, embracing her feet, he said with tears: 

"I beg you, by the Name of Christ our God, Who was born of a Virgin, for Whose sake you have stripped yourself, for Whose sake you have exhausted your flesh, do not hide from your slave, who you are and whence and how you came into this desert.  Tell me everything so that the marvellous works of God may become known.  A hidden wisdom and a secret treasure -- what profit is there in them?  Tell me all, I implore you.  For not out of vanity or for self-display will you speak but to reveal the truth to me, an unworthy sinner.  I believe in God, for Whom you live and Whom you serve.  I believe that He led me into this desert so as to show me His ways in regard to you.  It is not in our power to resist the plans of God.  If it were not the will of God that you and your life would be known, He would not have allowed be to see you and would not have strengthened me to undertake this journey, one like me who never before dared to leave his cell."

Much more said Abba Zosimas.  But the woman raised him and said:

"I am ashamed, Abba, to speak to you of my disgraceful life, forgive me for God's sake!  But as you have already seen my naked body I shall likewise lay bare before you my work, so that you may know with what shame and obscenity my soul is filled.  I was not running away out of vanity, as you thought, for what have I to be proud of -- I who was the chosen vessel of the devil?  But when I start my story you will run from me, as from a snake, for your ears will not be able to bear the vileness of my actions.  But I shall tell you all without hiding anything, only imploring you first of all to pray incessantly for me, so that I may find mercy on the day of Judgment." 

The elder wept and the woman began her story.

"My native land, holy father, was Egypt.  Already during the lifetime of my parents, when I was twelve years old, I renounced their love and went to Alexandria.  I am ashamed to recall how there I at first ruined my maidenhood and then unrestrainedly and insatiably gave myself up to sensuality.  It is more becoming to speak of this briefly, so that you may just know my passion and my lechery.  For about seventeen years, forgive me, I lived like that.  I was like a fire of public debauch.  And it was not for the sake of gain -- here I speak the pure truth.  Often when they wished to pay me, I refused the money.  I acted in this way so as to make as many men as possible to try to obtain me, doing free of charge what gave me pleasure.  Do not think that I was rich and that was the reason why I did not take money.  I lived by begging, often by spinning flax, but I had an insatiable desire and an irrepressible passion for lying in filth.  This was life to me.  Every kind of abuse of nature I regarded as life. 

"That is how I lived.  Then one summer I saw a large crowd of Lybians and Egyptians running towards the sea.  I asked one of them, 'Where are these men hurrying to?'  He replied, 'They are all going to Jerusalem for the Exaltation of the Precious and Lifegiving Cross, which takes place in a few days.'  I said to him, 'Will they take me with them if I wish to go?'  'No one will hinder you if you have money to pay for the journey and for food.'  And I said to him, 'To tell you truth, I have no money, neither have I food.  But I shall go with them and shall go aboard.  And they shall feed me, whether they want to or not.  I have a body -- they shall take it instead of pay for the journey.'  I was suddenly filled with a desire to go, Abba, to have more lovers who could satisfy my passion.  I told you, Abba Zosimas, not to force me to tell you of my disgrace.  God is my witness, I am afraid of defiling you and the very air with my words."

Zosimas, weeping, replied to her: 

"Speak on for God's sake, mother, speak and do not break the thread of such an edifying tale."

And, resuming her story, she went on: 

"That youth, on hearing my shameless words, laughed and went off.  While I, throwing away my spinning wheel, ran off towards the sea in the direction which everyone seemed to be taking.  And, seeing some young men standing on the shore, about ten or more of them, full of vigour and alert in their movements, I decided that they would do for my purpose (it seemed that some of them were waiting for more travellers whilst others had gone ashore).  Shamelessly, as usual, I mixed with the crowd, saying, 'Take me with you to the place you are going to; you will not find me superfluous.'  I also added a few more words calling forth general laughter.  Seeing my readiness to be shameless, they readily took me aboard the boat.  Those who were expected came also, and we set sail at once. 

"How shall I relate to you what happened after this?  Whose tongue can tell, whose ears can take in all that took place on the boat during that voyage!   And to all this I frequently forced those miserable youths even against their own will.  There is no mentionable or unmentionable depravity of which I was not their teacher.  I am amazed, Abba, how the sea stood our licentiousness, how the earth did not open its jaws, and how it was that hell did not swallow me alive, when I had entangled in my net so many souls.  But I think God was seeking my repentance.  For He does not desire the death of a sinner but magnanimously awaits his return to Him.  At last we arrived in Jerusalem.  I spent the days before the festival in the town, living the save kind of life, perhaps even worse.  I was not content with the youths I had seduced at sea and who had helped me to get to Jerusalem; many others -- citizens of the town and foreigners -- I also seduced. 

"The holy day of the Exaltation of the Cross dawned while I was still flying about -- hunting for youths.  At daybreak I saw that everyone was hurrying to the church, so I ran with the rest.  When the hour for the holy elevation approached, I was trying to make my way in with the crowd which was struggling to get through the church doors.  I had at last squeezed through with great difficulty almost to the entrance of the temple, from which the lifegiving Tree of the Cross was being shown to the people.  But when I trod on the doorstep which everyone passed, I was stopped by some force which prevented my entering.  Meanwhile I was brushed aside by the crowd and found myself standing alone in the porch.  Thinking that this had happened because of my woman's weakness, I again began to work my way into the crowd, trying to elbow myself forward.  But in vain I struggled.  Again my feet trod on the doorstep over which others were entering the church without encountering any obstacle.  I alone seemed to remain unaccepted by the church.  It was as if there was a detachment of soldiers standing there to oppose my entrance.  Once again I was excluded by the same mighty force and again I stood in the porch.

"Having repeated my attempt three or four times, at last I felt exhausted and had no more strength to push and to be pushed, so I went aside and stood in a corner of the porch.  And only then with great difficulty it began to dawn on me, and I began to understand the reason why I was prevented from being admitted to see the life-giving Cross.  The word of salvation gently touched the eyes of my heart and revealed to me that it was my unclean life which barred the entrance to me.  I began to weep and lament and beat my breast, and to sigh from the depths of my heart.  And so I stood weeping when I saw above me the ikon of the most holy Mother of God.  And turning to Her with my bodily and spiritual eyes I said: 

" 'O Lady, Mother of God, who gave birth in the flesh to God the Word, I know, O how well I know, that it is no honour or praise to thee when one so impure and depraved as I look up to thy icon, O Ever-Virgin, who didst keep thy body and soul in purity.  Rightly do I inspire hatred and disgust before thy virginal purity.  But I have heard that God Who was born of thee became man on purpose to call sinners to repentance.  Then help me, for I have no other help.  Order the entrance of the church to be opened to me.  Allow me to see the venerable Tree on which He Who was born of thee suffered in the flesh and on which He shed His holy Blood for the redemption of sinners and for me, unworthy as I am.  Be my faithful witness before thy Son that I will never again defile my body by the impurity of fornication, but as soon as I have seen the Tree of the Cross I will renounce the world and its temptations and will go wherever thou wilt lead me.' 

"Thus I spoke and as if acquiring some hope in firm faith and feeling some confidence in the mercy of the Mother of God, I left the place where I stood praying.  And I went again and mingled with the crowd that was pushing its way into the temple.  And now no one seemed to thwart me, no one hindered my entering the church.  I was possessed with trembling, and was almost in delirium.  Having got as far as the doors which I could not reach before -- as if the same force which had hindered me cleared the way for me -- I now entered without difficulty and found myself within the holy place.  And so it was I saw the lifegiving Cross.  I saw too the Mysteries of God and how the Lord accepts repentance.  Throwing myself on the ground, I worshipped that holy earth and kissed it with trembling.  Then I came out of the church and went to her who had promised to be my security, to the place where I had sealed my vow.  And bending my knees before the Virgin Mother of God, I addressed her such words as these: 

" 'O loving Lady, thou hast shown me thy great love for all men.  Glory to God Who receives the repentance of sinners through thee. What more can I recollect or say, I who am so sinful?  It is time for me, O Lady to fulfil my vow, according to thy witness.  Now lead me by the hand along the path of repentance!'  And at these words I heard a voice from on high: 

" 'If you cross the Jordan you will find glorious rest.' 

"Hearing this voice and having faith that it was for me, I cried to the Mother of God: 

" 'O Lady, Lady, do not forsake me!' 

"With these words I left the porch of the church and set off on my journey.  As I was leaving the church a stranger glanced at me and gave me three coins, saying: 

" 'Sister, take these.' 

"And, taking the money, I bought three loaves and took them with me on my journey, as a blessed gift.  I asked the person who sold the bread: `Which is the way to the Jordan?'  I was directed to the city gate which led that way.  Running on I passed the gates and still weeping went on my journey.  Those I met I asked the way, and after walking for the rest of that day (I think it was nine o'clock when I saw the Cross) I at length reached at sunset the Church of St. John the Baptist which stood on the banks of the Jordan.  After praying in the temple, I went down to the Jordan and rinsed my face and hands in its holy waters.  I partook of the holy and life-giving Mysteries in the Church of the Forerunner and ate half of one of my loaves.  Then, after drinking some water from Jordan, I lay down and passed the night on the ground.  In the morning I found a small boat and crossed to the opposite bank.  I again prayed to Our Lady to lead me whither she wished.  Then I found myself in this desert and since then up to this very day I am estranged from all, keeping away from people and running away from everyone.  And I live here clinging to my God Who saves all who turn to Him from faintheartedness and storms."

Zosimas asked her: 

"How many years have gone by since you began to live in this desert?" 

She replied: 

"Forty-seven years have already gone by, I think, since I left the holy city." 

Zosimas asked: 

"But what food do you find?" 

The woman said: 

"I had two and a half loaves when I crossed the Jordan. Soon they dried up and became hard as rock.  Eating a little I gradually finished them after a few years." 

Zosimas asked. 

"Can it be that without getting ill you have lived so many years thus, without suffering in any way from such a complete change?" 

The woman answered: 

"You remind me, Zosimas, of what I dare not speak of.  For when I recall all the dangers which I overcame, and all the violent thoughts which confused me, I am again afraid that they will take possession of me." 

Zosimas said: 

"Do not hide anything from me; speak to me without concealing anything."

And she said to him:  "Believe me, Abba, seventeen years I passed in this desert fighting wild beasts -- mad desires and passions.  When I was about to partake of food, I used to begin to regret the meat and fish which of which I had so much in Egypt.  I regretted also not having wine which I loved so much.  For I drank a lot of wine when I lived in the world, while here I had not even water.  I used to burn and succumb with thirst.  The mad desire for profligate songs also entered me and confused me greatly, edging me on to sing satanic songs which I had learned once.  But when such desires entered me I struck myself on the breast and reminded myself of the vow which I had made, when going into the desert.  In my thoughts I returned to the ikon of the Mother of God which had received me and to her I cried in prayer.  I implored her to chase away the thoughts to which my miserable soul was succumbing.  And after weeping for long and beating my breast I used to see light at last which seemed to shine on me from everywhere.  And after the violent storm, lasting calm descended.

"And how can I tell you about the thoughts which urged me on to fornication, how can I express them to you, Abba?   A fire was kindled in my miserable heart which seemed to burn me up completely and to awake in me a thirst for embraces.  As soon as this craving came to me, I flung myself on the earth and watered it with my tears, as if I saw before me my witness, who had appeared to me in my disobedience, and who seemed to threaten punishment for the crime.  And I did not rise from the ground (sometimes I lay thus prostrate for a day and a night) until a calm and sweet light descended and enlightened me and chased away the thoughts that possessed me.  But always I turned to the eyes of my mind to my Protectress, asking her to extend help to one who was sinking fast in the waves of the desert.  And I always had her as my Helper and the Accepter of my repentance.  And thus I lived for seventeen years amid constant dangers.  And since then even till now the Mother of God helps me in everything and leads me as it were by the hand."

Zosimas asked: 

"Can it be that you did not need food and clothing?" 

She answered: 

"After finishing the loaves I had, of which I spoke, for seventeen years I have fed on herbs and all that can be found in the desert.  The clothes I had when I crossed the Jordan became torn and worn out. I suffered greatly from the cold and greatly from the extreme heat:  at times the sun burned me up and at other times I shivered from the frost, and frequently falling to the ground I lay without breath and without motion.  I struggled with many afflictions and with terrible temptations.  But from that time till now the power of God in numerous ways had guarded my sinful soul and my humble body.  When I only reflect on the evils from which Our Lord has delivered me I have imperishable food for hope of salvation.  I am fed and clothed by the all-powerful Word of God, the Lord of all.  For it is not by bread alone that man lives.  And those who have stripped off the rags of sin have no refuge, hiding themselves in the clefts of the rocks." (Job 24; Heb. 11:38)

Hearing that she cited words Scripture, from Moses and Job, Zosimas asked her: 

"And so you have read the psalms and other books?" 

She smiled at this and said to the elder: 

"Believe me, I have not seen a human face ever since I crossed the Jordan, except yours today.  I have not seen a beast or a living being ever since I came into the desert.  I never learned from books.  I have never even heard anyone who sang and read from them.  But the word of God which is alive and active, by itself teaches a man knowledge.  And so this is the end of my tale.  But, as I asked you in the beginning, so even now I implore you for the sake of the Incarnate Word of God, to pray to the Lord for me who am such a sinner."

Thus concluding her tale she bowed down before him.  And with tears the elder exclaimed: 

"Blessed is God Who creates the great and wondrous, the glorious and marvellous without end.  Blessed is God Who has shown me how He rewards those who fear Him.  Truly, O Lord, Thou dost not forsake those who seek Thee!" 

And the woman, not allowing the elder to bow down before her, said: 

"I beg you, holy father, for the sake of Jesus Christ our God and Savior, tell no one what you have heard, until God delivers me of this earth.  And now depart in peace and again next year you shall see me, and I you, if God will preserve us in His great mercy.  But for God's sake, do as I ask you:  Next year during Lent do not cross the Jordan, as is your custom in the monastery." 

Zosimas was amazed to hear that she knew the rules of the monastery and could only say: 

"Glory to God Who bestows great gifts on those who love Him." 

She continued: 

"Remain, Abba, in the monastery.  And even if you wish to depart, you will not be to do so.  And at sunset of the holy day of the Last super, put some of the lifegiving Body and Blood of Christ into a holy vessel worthy to hold such Mysteries for me, and bring it.  And wait for me on the banks of the Jordan adjoining the inhabited parts of the land, so that I can come and partake of the lifegiving Gifts.  For, since the time I communicated in the temple of the Forerunner before crossing the Jordan even to this day I have not approached the Holy Mysteries.  And I thirst for them with irrepressible love and longing.  And therefore I ask and implore you to grant me my wish, bring me the lifegiving Mysteries at the very hour when Our Lord made His disciples partake of His Divine Supper.  Tell John the Abbot of the monastery where you live:  Look to yourself and to your brothers, for there is much that needs correction.  Only do not say this now, but when God guides you.  Pray for me!" 

With these words she vanished in the depths of the desert.  And Zosimas, falling down on his knees and bowing down to the ground on which she had stood, sent up glory and thanks to God.  And, after wandering thorough the desert, he returned to the monastery on the day all the brothers returned.

For the whole year he kept silent, not daring to tell anyone of what he had seen.  But in his soul he prayed God to give him another chance of seeing the ascetic's dear face.  And when at length the first Sunday of the Great Fast came, all went out into the desert with the customary prayers and the singing of psalms.  Only Zosimas was held back by illness -- he lay in a fever.  And then he remembered what the saint had said to him: "And even if you wish to depart, you will not be able to do so."

Many days passed and at last recovering from his illness he remained in the monastery.  And when again the monks returned and the day of the Last Supper dawned, he did as he had been ordered.  And placing some of the most pure Body and Blood into a small chalice and putting some figs and dates and lentils soaked in water into a small basket, he departed for the desert and reached the banks of the Jordan and sat down to wait for the saint.  He waited for a long while and then began to doubt.  Then raising his eyes to heaven, he began to pray: 

"Grant me O Lord, to behold that which Thou hast allowed be to behold once.  Do not let me depart in vain, bearing the burden of my sins." 

And then another thought struck him: 

"And what if she does come?  There is no boat; how will she cross the Jordan to come to me who am so unworthy?" 

And as he was pondering thus he saw the holy woman appear and stand on the other side of the river.  Zosimas got up rejoicing and glorifying and thanking God.  And again the thought came to him that she could not cross the Jordan.  Then he saw that she made the sign of the Cross over the waters of the Jordan (and the night was a moonlight one, as he related afterwards) and then she at once stepped on to the waters and began moving across the surface towards him.  And when he wanted to prostrate himself, she cried to him while still walking on the water: 

"What are you doing, Abba, you are a priest and carrying the Divine Gifts!" 

He obeyed her and on reaching the shore she said to the elder: 

"Bless, father, bless me!" 

He answered her trembling, for a state of confusion had overcome him at the sight of the miracle: 

"Truly God did not lie when He promised that when we purify ourselves we shall be like Him.  Glory to Thee, Christ our God, Who has shown me through this thy slave how far away I stand from perfection." 

Here the woman asked him to say the Creed and Our Father.  He began, she finished the prayer and according to the custom of that time gave him the kiss of peace on the lips.  Having partaken of the Holy Mysteries, she raised her hands to heaven and sighed with tears in her eyes, exclaiming: 

"Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, O Lord, according to Thy word; for my eyes have seen Thy salvation."

Then she said to the elder: 

"Forgive me, Abba, for asking you, but fulfil another wish of mine.  Go now to the monastery and let God's grace guard you.  And next year come again to the same place where I first met you.  Come for God's sake, for you shall again see me, for such is the will of God." 

He said to her: 

"From this day on I would like to follow you and always see your holy face.  But now fulfil the one and only wish of an old man and take a little of the food I have brought for you." 

And he showed her the basket, while she just touched the lentils with the tips of her fingers, and taking three grains said that the Holy spirit guards the substance of the soul unpolluted. Then she said: 

"Pray, for God's sake pray for me and remember a miserable wretch." 

Touching the saint's feet and asking for her prayers for the Church, the kingdom and himself, he let her depart with tears, while he went off sighing and sorrowful, for he could not hope to vanquish the invincible.  Meanwhile she again made the sign of the Cross over the Jordan, and stepped on to the waters and crossed over as before.  And the elder returned filled with joy and terror, accusing himself of not having asked the saint her name.  But he decided to do so next year.

And when another year had passed, he again went into the desert.  He reached the same spot but could see no sign of anyone.  So raising his eyes to heaven as before, he prayed: 

"Show me, O Lord, Thy pure treasure, which Thou hast concealed in the desert.  Show me, I pray Thee, Thy angel in the flesh, of which the world is not worthy." 

Then on the opposite bank of the river, her face turned towards the rising sun, he saw the saint lying dead.  Her hands were crossed according to custom and her face was turned to the East.  Running up he shed tears over the saint's feet and kissed them, not daring to touch anything else. 

For a long time he wept.  Then reciting the appointed psalms, he said the burial prayers and thought to himself: "Must I bury the body of a saint?  Or will this be contrary to her wishes?"  And then he saw words traced on the ground by her head: 

"Abba Zosimas, bury on this spot the body of humble Mary.  Return to dust that which is dust and pray to the Lord for me, who departed in the month of Fermoutin of Egypt, called April by the Romans, on the first day, on the very night of our Lord's Passion, after having partaken of the Divine Mysteries." 

Reading this the elder was glad to know the saint's name.  He understood too that as soon as she had partaken of the Divine Mysteries on the shore of the Jordan she was at once transported to the place where she died.  The distance which Zosimas had taken twenty days to cover, Mary had evidently traversed in an hour and had at once surrendered her soul to God.

Then Zosimas thought: "It is time to do as she wished.  But how am I to dig a grave with nothing in my hands?" 

And then he saw nearby a small piece of wood left by some traveller in the desert.  Picking it up he began to dig the ground.  But the earth was hard and dry and did not yield to the efforts of the elder.  He grew tired and covered with sweat.  He sighed from the depths of his soul and lifting up his eyes he saw a big lion standing close to the saint's body and licking her feet.  At the sight of the lion he trembled with fear, especially when he called to mind Mary's words that she had never seen wild beasts in the desert.  But guarding himself with the sign of the cross, the thought came to him that the power of the one lying there would protect him and keep him unharmed.  Meanwhile the lion drew nearer to him, expressing affection by every movement. 

Zosimas said to the lion: 

"The Great One ordered that her body was to be buried.  But I am old and have not the strength to dig the grave (for I have no spade and it would take too long to go and get one), so can you carry out the work with your claws?  Then we can commit to the earth the mortal temple of the saint." 

While he was still speaking the lion with his front paws began to dig a hole deep enough to bury the body.  Again the elder washed the feet of the saint with his tears and calling on her to pray for all, covered the body with earth in the presence of the lion.  It was as it had been, naked and uncovered by anything but the tattered cloak which had been given to her by Zosimas and with which Mary, turning away, had managed to cover part of her body.  Then both departed.  The lion went off into the depth of the desert like a lamb, while Zosimas returned to the monastery glorifying and blessing Christ our Lord.  And on reaching the monastery he told all the brothers about everything, and all marvelled on hearing of God's miracles.  And with fear and love they kept the memory of the saint. 

Abbot John, as St. Mary had previously told Abba Zosimas, found a number of things wrong in the monastery and got rid of them with God's help.  And Saint Zosimas died in the same monastery, almost attaining the age of a hundred, and passed to eternal life.  The monks kept this story without writing it down and passed it on by word of mouth to one another. 

But I (adds Saint Sophronius) as soon as I heard it, wrote it down.  Perhaps someone else, better informed, has already written the life of the Saint, but as far as I could, I have recorded everything, putting truth above all else.  May God Who works amazing miracles and generously bestows gifts on those who turn to Him with faith, reward those who seek light for themselves in this story, who hear, read and are zealous to write it, and may He grant them the lot of blessed Mary together with all who at different times have pleased God by their pious thoughts and labours. 

And let us also give glory to God, the eternal King, that He may grant us too His mercy in the day of judgment for the sake of Jesus Christ our Lord, to Whom belongs all glory, honour, dominion and adoration with the Eternal Father and the Most Holy and Life-giving Spirit, now and always, and throughout all ages.  Amen.

The End and Glory Be to God



Troparion, tone 8

In thee, O Mother, was exactly preserved what was according to the divine image. For thou didst take the cross and follow Christ, and by thy life, didst teach us to ignore the flesh, since it is transitory, but to care for the soul as an immortal thing. Therefore, thy spirit, St. Mary, rejoices with the Angels.

Kontakion, tone 4

Having escaped the fog of sin, and having illumined thy heart with the light of penitence, O glorious one, thou didst come to Christ and didst offer to Him His immaculate and holy Mother as a merciful intercessor. Hence thou hast found remission of transgressions, and with the Angels thou dost ever rejoice.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Ambrose Elder of Optina

by Bishop Alexander (Mileant)
Translated by Seraphim Larin

CONTENTS: Life and selected teachings of blessed Elder Ambrose of Optina. Troparin, Kondak and prayer to the blessed Starets.

LIFE of the BLESSED STARETS AMBROSE of OPTINA

Hieromonk Ambrose was born on the 23rd of November 1812 to the family of a sexton Michael Feodorovitch and his wife Martha Nikolaevna, in a village called Big Lipovitsa, situated in the district of Tambovsk. On the eve of his birth, many guests gathered at the house of his grandfather, who was the village priest. On that day, the house was overflowing with bustling people – inside as well as in the courtyard. Martha Nikolaevna was moved to the bathhouse, and shortly thereafter, gave birth to Alexander – future Elder of Optina hermitage – holy Ambrose of Optina. Later in life, the Starets would jokingly reiterate: “Just as I was born in the middle of a crowd, I continue to live surrounded by them.”

Michael Feodorovitch had 8 children: 4 sons and 4 daughters; Alexander was the 6th child.

As a child, Alexander was a lively, happy and bright boy. According to the custom of that time, Alexander was taught to read in Slavonic alphabet, both the Prayerbook and Psalms. Every church festive day, he would read and sing with his father in the choir section. As he was brought up in a strictly church and religious environment, he never saw or heard anything corrupt.

When he turned 12, he was enrolled in first form at the ecclesiastical college of Tambovsk. He studied well, and upon finishing the course in 1830, was admitted to the Tambovsk Seminary. Once again, study came easy to him. As one of his former classmates used to reminisce: “Sometimes, you would spend your last cent to buy a candle so that you can continue studying your lessons; he (Alexander Grenkov) however studied little, but would appear in the classroom and answer all the mentor’s questions – just as it is written, better than anyone.” In July 1836, having successfully completed his studies, Alexander did not enter the ecclesiastical Academy nor did he enroll to study for priesthood. It was as though he felt a special calling in his soul and was therefore in no hurry to commit himself to a fixed position; as though he was expecting God’s call. He spent some time as private tutor to a country squire’s family and then as a teacher in a religious school at Lipets. Possessing a lively and cheerful disposition, benevolence and a sharp wit, Alexander Mihailovich was loved by his friends and workmates. Falling dangerously ill during his final year of studies at the Seminary, he gave a promise that should he recover, he would be tonsured into a monastic order. Upon recovering from his illness, he did not forget his promise. Nevertheless, he delayed its fulfillment for a few years, because as in his own expression, he was “reluctant”. However, his conscience was not giving him any peace. The more time elapsed, the greater were his pangs of remorse. Periods of youthful and carefree gaiety and insouciance were replaced with intervals of sharp anguish, melancholy, fervent prayers & tears.

Once, during a walk through a forest in Lipetsk, he paused on the bank of a river and through the bubbling sounds of the water, distinctly heard the words spoken “Praise God, love God”.

Returning home and isolating himself from inquisitive eyes, he started to pray ardently to the Mother of God so that She may enlighten his mind and direct his will. On the whole, he did not possess a strong will, and in his old age would say to his spiritual children: “You must listen to me from my first word. I am a very obliging person. If you start to argue with me, I may accede and that would not be to your benefit”. In the same diocese of Tambovsk, in the village of Troyekoorovo, there lived a well renowned ascetic Hilarion. Alexander Mihailovich came to him for advice and was told by the starets: “Go to Optina hermitage – there you will become experienced. You could also go to Sarov, but now there are no experienced elders as there were before”. (Seraphim of Sarov reposed a short time earlier). When the summer holidays arrived in 1839, Alexander Mihailovitch together with his seminarian friend and colleague from Pokrov educational institution at Lipetsk, outfitted a tilt-cart and set out on a pilgrimage to the Troitsa- Sergius Monastery to worship before the Abbot of Russia – Saint Sergius.

Returning home to Lipetsk, Alexander Mihailovitch continued to hesitate and could not make the decision to forsake the world. Nonetheless, this did happen one evening as he was amusing fellow guests. Everybody was happy and contented, and dispersed to their respective homes in high spirits. With regard to Alexander Mihailovitch, if in the past, under similar circumstances, he felt remorse, now his promise given to God vividly conjured up in his mind. He remembered the fervidness of the spirit in the Troitsa monastery, the former long prayers, the lamentations and tears, God’s directives conveyed to him through Fr. Hilarion.

In the morning, on this occasion, his resolve grew firm. Fearing that he may start to waver because his relatives and friends might try to persuade him to stay, and without even receiving permission from the diocese authorities, Alexander Mihailovitch quietly departed for Optina.

Here he found monastic life at its height: such stalwarts as Abbot Moses, elders Leo (Leonard) and Macarius. Brother of ascetic and sagacious Moses – Hieromonk Anthony – was the superior of the monastery and was equal in spiritual eminence to Alexander Mihailovich.

Under the guidance of the elders, monastic life carried the imprint of spiritual virtue. Simplicity (honesty), meekness and humility – all were outstanding features of Optina monachism. Junior brothers attempted to humble themselves not only before the seniors, but also in front of other junior members. They were even afraid to offend by looks and any misunderstanding saw the brother hurry to seek forgiveness.

It was in this atmosphere that Alexander Grenkov arrived at the hermitage on 8th Oct. 1839. Leaving his coachman at the guesthouse, he went directly to the chapel. After Liturgy, he proceeded to Elder Leo for his blessing to remain in the monastery. The starets blessed him and directed him to initially live in the guesthouse, transcribing the book “Salvation for sinners” (translated from Modern Greek), dealing with the struggles against carnal desires.

In Jan. 1840 he moved into the monastery although he did not wear an under-vestment. At this time there was an ongoing correspondence with the diocesan authorities - regarding his disappearance - and the superior of Optina had not received a directive from the Archbishop of Kaloozh, inducting teacher Grenkov into the monastery.

Finally, in April 1840, A.M.Grenkov received a blessing to wear monastic raiment. For a short period, he acted as cell assistant and reader (rites and church services) to the elder Leo. Initially, he worked in the monastery bakery producing yeast and baking bread. Then in November 1840, he was transferred to the hermitage. From there, the young novitiate continually visited the starets Leo to receive preceptorials from him. At the hermitage he was an assistant cook for a whole year. Because of his work he often had to visit elder Macarius, to receive his blessing regarding food preparation, or whether he had to toll the bell before a meal, or for some other associated matter. These opportunities allowed him to express his spiritual state to the elder and receive his answers. The aim was for a person to conquer temptation, and not temptation man.

Starets was especially fond of the young novitiate and affectionately called him Sasha. However, motivated by spiritually educational aims, the elder used to test his humility in front of others. With this in mind, he gave him a nickname – “chimera” – and at times would take on an appearance of being angry with him. This name was intended to mean a sterile flower just like cucumber plants produce. But to others he would say “He will be a great man”. Expecting his imminent death, starets Leo called Father Macarius and told him about the novitiate Alexander. “Here is a man that has sought refuge in us elders. I am now very weak. So now I am handing him over to you completely, guide him as you will”.

After the death of elder Leo Alexander became a lay brother to starets Macarius (1841-1846). In 1842, he was tonsured and took the habit with the name Ambrose (in honour of Saint Ambrose of Mediolan (whose memory is celebrated on the 7th. Of December). This was followed with him becoming a hierodeacon (1843) and 2 years later – ordained as hieromonk.

During these years, Fr. Ambrose’s health was greatly weakened. On the 7th of December 1846, during his journey to Kalooga for his ordination, he caught a cold which impacted on his internal organs, leaving him ill for a long time. From that point on, he never really recovered. However he did not feel despondent but rather acknowledged that his physical infirmity was beneficial to his soul: “God does not expect physical deeds from a sick person, but only patience with humility and gratefulness”.

From September 1846 to the summer of 1848, his health deteriorated so dangerously that he was tonsured into schema (the severest monastic order) in his cell with the retention of his name. However, to the surprise of many, he started to improve rapidly and even went for outside walks. This sudden break in his illness was a clear sign of God’s will, and as the elder himself would comment later: “Merciful God! In the monastery, the ill do not die quickly but linger on and on, until their illness brings them some real benefit. It is good to be slightly ill in a monastery, particularly for the young, so that the flesh does not rebel and to minimise empty thoughts entering one’s head”.

During those years, Father Ambrose’s training was not only guided by physical ailments sent by God, but through his beneficial communion with the senior brothers, among whom there were real ascetics. As an example, we will cite an event about which subsequently the elder himself related.

Shortly after being ordained as a deacon, he had to serve at a liturgy in a church at Vedensk and consequently, came into the altar to receive abbot Anthony’s blessing, who in turn asked him:” Well, are you getting used to it?” Father Ambrose replied in a nonchalant manner: “ With your prayers father!” To which Father Anthony continued: “Toward fear of God?”….Father Ambrose understood that his tone of voice was out of place in the altar and became confused. “In this way”, concluded Father Ambrose “ the former elders were able to teach us reverence”.

During those years, his communion with elder Macarius was especially important for his spiritual augmentation. Notwithstanding his illness, as before, Fr. Ambrose remained in full obedience to the starets, giving him an account of even his minor actions. Receiving Fr. Macarius’s blessing, he busied himself translating books written by holy fathers, and in particular, prepared for publication, the work “Stairway” written by the holy Abbot John of the Sinai.

Thanks to elder Macarius’s guidance, Fr. Ambrose was able to learn without any special hindrances, the skill of skills – wise prayer. A novitiate’s activity is accompanied by many dangers, and through his inexperience, in trying to apply his own will in the face of significant lamentations, the devil attempts to lead that person toward self-exaltation. In following this path and without a spiritual guide, a novitiate can inflict great harm to his soul. This is what happened to starets Macarius himself when he independently attempted to master this skill. Because he had a highly experienced guide in elder Macarius, Fr. Ambrose was able to avoid the pitfalls of distress and sorrow during his progression through the clever prayer. Although the starets loved his student, but in order to destroy the novitiate’s self-love, it did not stop him, on occasions, to place him in humiliating circumstances. Starets Macarius was guiding him to become a strict ascetic, adorned with poverty, humility, patience and other novitiate virtues. Whenever anybody defended Fr. Ambrose with “Father, he is an ill person!”, starets Macarius would respond “Do I know less than you? However, to a monk, reprimands and criticisms are but brushes that sweep away sinful dust from his soul; without this, a monk rusts”.

Even while starets Macarius was alive, some of the brothers would visit Fr. Ambrose to discuss their innermost thoughts.

This is how Abbot Mark (he retired to Optina) described it, “As much as I could notice, in those days, Fr. Ambrose lived in isolation without speaking to anyone. Whenever I visited him – which was nearly every day – to discuss my thoughts, I always found him reading spiritual books. Absence from his cell meant that he was with starets Macarius, helping him with correspondence with his spiritual children, or, that he was translating spiritual books. Sometimes I found him sitting on his bed, holding back barely perceptible tears in his eyes. It seemed to me that the elder always moved as if he was in God’s presence, or as though he was constantly aware of His presence, just as it states in a psalm “I have set the Lord always before me…” (Psalm 16:8). Consequently, all his actions were made for God’s sake and to please Him.” That is why he constantly agonised, afraid that he may offend God, and this feeling was reflected in his face. Whenever I was in his presence and seeing this concentrated look of the starets, I was always trembled with reverence. And it was impossible for me to be otherwise. Whenever I knelt before him as I usually did to receive his blessing, he would very quietly inquire “Brother, what can you say to me that is good?” Perplexed by his concentration and feelings, I answered “For God’s sake, forgive me batushka. Maybe I have come at a wrong time?” – “No” was the elder’s reply – “say what you have to say, only be brief.” Having listened to me attentively, he would reverently give me beneficial instructions and affectionately, release me.

Although rich in spiritual intellect, his instructions did not come from his personal wisdom or reasoning. When he did instruct his spiritual young, it was as if he was one of the learners, offering them not his personal advice but invariably, the potent teachings of holy Fathers.” If Fr. Mark complained to Fr. Ambrose about an individual that had inflicted a hurt upon him, the starets would respond in a sad tone of voice “Brother, brother! I am a person that is dying “, or, “Today-tomorrow I shall die. What will I do with this brother? After all I am not the Father Superior. You need to reproach yourself, humble yourself before the brother and you will find peace.” Such replies used to evoke self-reproachment in Fr. Mark’s soul. After bowing humbly before the starets and asking his forgiveness, he would leave composed and comforted – “fly out as though on wings.”

Apart from monks, Fr.Macarius encouraged the bringing together of his lay spiritual children with Fr.Ambrose. Upon seeing Fr.Ambrose conversing with them, he would murmur jokingly “Look, look at that, Ambrose is taking my bread away from me!” In this way, Fr.Macarius was gradually preparing himself a worthy successor. When starets Macarius reposed (7th Sept 1860), the slowly changing events developed in such a way that saw Fr.Ambrose appointed in his place. Forty days after the death of starets Macarius, Fr.Ambrose relocated to another building close to the abbey courtyard, to the right of the belfry. On the western side of this building was an addition called “Shanty”, which served as a reception area for visiting women (as they were not allowed inside the abbey). Fr.Ambrose spent thirty years at this abbey, independently serving his brothers before departing for “Shamardino”.

He had two cell-assistants: Fr.Michael and Fr.Joseph (future elder). His main secretary was Fr.Clement (Zederholm), son of a Protestant pastor. A highly educated individual, who was a Master of Greek literature, he converted to Orthodoxy.

Initially, in order to observe the rites, he would wake up at 4 am, ring the bells which summoned his assistants, who would then read the morning prayers, 12 selected psalms and First Hour. Afterwards, he would retire to spend time in wise prayer. After a short rest, the starets would attend the hours: third, sixth and typika, and depending upon the time of the day, the canon and acathithus to Jesus Christ or His Holy Mother. He would listen to these acathistus’s standing. After prayer and a light breakfast, the working day would begin, interrupted by a short lunch break. The amount of food the starets would consume equalled to that given to a three-year-old child. During lunch, the cell attendants would relay questions to him posed by the visitors. After a brief rest, the intense toil recommenced – continuing deep into the night. Notwithstanding his weakened and ailing state, the starets always finished the day with evening prayer rule, made up of small compline, canon to the Guardian Angel and evening prayers. The continuous flow of people visiting the starets had his cell attendants run off their feet. Occasionally the elder would lie still, as though without any feeling. After the Rule, the starets would ask forgiveness “for having sinned gravely by deed, word, thought.” Having received his blessing, the cell attendants would head for the door, as the bells would peal the Hour. The starets would inquire feebly “Which hour is it?”, “The twelfth” came the response. “You are late” would be his comment.

After two years, a new sickness overtook the starets. If before his health was fragile, now it was completely feeble. From that point on, he was unable to go to church and partook of the Holy Sacraments in his cell. In 1869, his health reached such a low point that hope for his recovery started to wane. The miracle-working icon of Mother of God of Kaloozh was brought to him. After Te Deum, cell vigil and Extreme Unction, his health improved although extreme weakness remained with him for the rest of his life.

These severe relapses returned more than once. It is difficult to imagine how the starets, confined to his bed totally fatigued in a state of debilitating infirmity, continued daily to receive multitudes of people and respond to tens of letters. It was through him that the words “God’s strength is realised through infirmities” became a reality. Without God’s selection of him as His crucible through which He spoke and acted, such a feat and gigantic labour would never have been possible through purely human effort. Clearly, God’s life-giving benevolence and assistance was present.

God’s abundant benevolence that resided in him, was the source of those spiritual blessings that allowed him to serve those that visited him, comforting the grieving, strengthening the faith in those that were wavering and directing everybody toward the path of salvation.

Among the spiritual blessings that were gifted to starets Ambrose, which drew thousands of people to him, his perspicacity has to be mentioned in the first instance. He would penetrate deeply into the soul of his visitor and without any need for any explanations, would read it like a book. Without anyone noticing, he would subtly point out the person’s weaknesses, compelling him to think about them seriously. One woman, who visited him often, was addicted to playing cards but too embarrassed to acknowledge this. Once on her visit, she started to ask the starets for his card. Attentively, the elder fixed her with his distinctive look and said: “What mother? Do you think we play cards here at the monastery?” She understood the allusion and confessed her weakness to the starets. His sagacity amazed many, and this immediately influenced them to place themselves fully in his hands in the firm belief that the starets knew better than them what they lacked, what was beneficial for them and what was harmful.

One highly qualified young woman, having finished her higher education in Moscow, and who was an offspring of a woman that was one of Fr.Ambrose’s spiritual daughters, although having never met Fr.Ambrose, did not like him and called him “hypocrite”. Her mother talked her into spending some time with Fr.Ambrose. Arriving at a public visit to the starets, she stood at the back of everyone, next to the doorway. In opening the door to enter, the starets isolated her behind it. Having said a prayer and glancing over the multitude, he suddenly looked behind the door and said: “And who is this giant standing here? Is this – Faith having come to view a hypocrite?” Afterwards, he spoke to her privately, and this changed the young woman’s attitude toward him completely. She came to love him deeply and her fate was settled – she entered a convent at Shamordino. Whoever placed himself - with total faith - under his guidance, never regretted their decision even though initially they may have received directives from him that seemed strange and totally impossible to fulfill.

Usually, very many people gathered at Fr.Ambrose’s. Once, a young woman that was persuaded to visit the Batushka, became irritated because she was kept waiting. Suddenly the door opens wide. The starets, with a bright face, appears in the doorway and loudly states: “Those who are impatient come to me”. Coming up to the young woman he leads her away. After their conversation, she becomes a frequent guest at Optina and visitor to Fr.Ambrose.

On one occasion, a group of women gathered in the courtyard. One of them, an elderly woman with a pained face sitting on a tree stump, related how she walked from Voronezh in the hope that the starets would cure her afflicted legs. Seven miles from the monastery, she became lost on the snow-covered path and fell on a log, exhausted. Suddenly, an old man approached her. Dressed in an under-vestment and skoufia, he approached the woman and enquired as to the cause of her tears. Pointing which path to take with his walking stick, the woman followed his direction and rounding some bushes, immediately sighted the monastery. Everybody agreed that the old man was either the monastery’s forester or one of its brothers. Suddenly, a young novice appeared on the perron and loudly asked: “where is Eudoxia of Voronezh?” Everybody glanced at one another but kept quiet. The novice repeated his question, only louder, and added that Batushka is calling her. Having just arrived at the monastery, the woman with the afflicted legs exclaimed, “Dear me, but Eudoxia of Voronez is I!” Forging through the throng that had given way, she arrived at the top of the steps and disappeared through the doorway. After some 15 minutes, she came out of the house in tears, sobbing that the old man in the forest that directed her was non-other than Father Ambrose himself, or someone that looked very much like him. However, there was nobody in the monastery that looked like him, and during winter, due to ill health, he was unable to venture out of his cell. Yet here he is, appearing in the forest, giving directions to a traveller, and then having detailed knowledge of her, half an hour before her arrival!

Here is another instance of Fr.Ambrose’s perspicacity as related by an artisan that visited him: “Shortly before the death of the Starets, some 2 years, I had to travel to Optina to get some money. We had finished making an iconostasis and I was there to receive a rather large sum of money from the father-superior. Having received my payment, I dropped in to Fr.Ambrose to receive his blessing for my return journey. I was in a hurry to get home as was waiting to receive a large order – for about 10,000 roubles, and the clients would definitely call at my home the following day. As usual, the number of people waiting to see the Starets was overwhelming. Having found out about my waiting to see him, he sent his cell attendant to ask me to come in the evening to drink tea with him. Although I was hurrying to get home, the honour and joy to have tea with the Starets were so great, that I reasoned that if I delayed my journey till the evening, I will still be able to get home on time if I travelled all night.

When evening arrived, I went to the Starets. Greeting me, the Starets was so happy and joyful that I did not feel the ground beneath my feet. Batushka, our angel, kept me fairly long as it was getting dark. “Well, go with God” he said, “Sleep here tonight and tomorrow I will bless you to attend liturgy, and afterwards come over for tea. “What’s this?” I thought. However, I didn’t dare object. I slept over, attended liturgy and went to drink tea with the Starets while lamenting about my clients, thinking: perhaps I will be able to get home in the evening. Here’s hoping! Finishing my tea and before I can say to the Starets: ‘Bless me on my journey’, he announces ‘Come over tonight and sleep here.’ Even my legs started to sag; yet I could not object. The day passed, the night passed! In the morning, I became a bit bold and thought: To be or not to be, I shall leave today: perhaps my clients will wait for me for one day. Would you believe! I couldn’t open my mouth when the Starets said: “Go to vespers tonight and mass tomorrow morning. Then sleep here again.” What sort of parable is this! Here, I began to really grieve, and to be truthful, sinned against the Starets: what a sage! He knows precisely that because of his generosity, a lucrative job has slipped through my fingers. I was so incommodious with the Starets that I was unable to relay my feelings to him. This time, during vespers, I was not up to praying as thoughts flooded my head: “Well here’s a great Starets! Here is a sage…! Your earnings are blown.” Ah, was I really annoyed at that time! And my Starets, well, as though purposely and to my sin, God forgive me, and seemingly to taunt, greets me in a joyful mood after the all night vigil! I became bitter and insulted: I thought why is he so happy…But I still did not have the audacity to voice my thoughts. I spent the third night in the usual manner. Overnight, my lament slowly diminished: it was like water under the bridge. In the morning, I came over to the Starets, to be told by him: “Well, its time for you to depart! Go with God! God will bless you! And with time, do not forget to thank God!”

From this point, all my sorrows fell away from me. I left Optina with such a light heart and joy that it is impossible to convey…Only why did batushka tell me: “Later, do not forget to thank God!”…..I thought it was maybe because He gave me the great honour of spending three days in church. Travelling home unhurriedly and not even thinking about my clients, I was very happy that batushka treated me the way he had. I arrived home and what do you think? I am driving through the gates and my clients are right behind me. They were three days late! Well, I thought, my blessed Starets! Your works are indeed wondrous Lord!….However, this did not end here. You listen to what happened further!

A short time later, Fr.Ambrose passed away. Two years after his righteous death, my senior artisan is taken ill. A trusted person, he was worth his weight in gold. He lived with me continuously for twenty years. His illness is life threatening. We sent for a priest to administer the last rites while he was still conscious. Approaching me from the deathbed, the priest says: “The sick person is calling for you, he wants to see you. Hurry, before he dies.” As soon as he saw me coming, he somehow managed to prop himself up on his elbows, looked at me and burst into tears: “Please forgive my sin boss! I did want to kill you….” “You what, God forbid! You are delirious….” No boss, I truly wanted to kill you. Remember when you were three days late in returning from Optina. Well, through my arrangement with two others, we waited for you three nights under the bridge: we were after the money you received at Optina for the iconostasis. Due to someone’s prayers, had God not led you away from an unrepentant death, you would not have been alive that night. In God’s name, forgive me, an accursed one, and release my soul with peace!” “God forgive you as I forgive you.” He then began to emit death rattles. May his soul rest in Heaven. Great was his sin, but great was his repentance!”

Father Ambrose’s perspicacity was combined with another most valuable gift, especially for a clergyman – discernment. To people who thought deeply about religion, his directives and advice appeared as sound and practical scripture. Often the Starets would give his preceptorials in a semi-humorous format, thereby lifting the person from despondency, yet not diminishing the deep meaning of his words. Because of Fr.Ambrose’s picturesque expressions, people would invariably ponder over them and remember their meaning for a long time. Sometimes, during general gatherings, the constant question would be raised: “How to live?” To this, the Starets would benignly reply: “We must live on earth just as a wheel turns, where only one point is in contact with the ground, while the rest reaches out upward: but we, once we lie down, are unable to get up.”

As examples, we will cite some other sayings of the Starets.

“Where there is simplicity, there are a hundred Angels, but where there is cleverness – there are non.” “Do not boast peas that you are better than beans, once you are soaked – you too will burst.”

“From what does a person become bad? – From forgetting that there is a God above him.”

“Those who think of themselves as having nothing, will lose out.”

The Staret’s reasoning also extended toward practical questions, far removed from those problems of spiritual life. Here is an example.

An affluent landowner comes to the Starets and as a matter of course, announces that he intends to establish a watering system throughout his wide-spread apple orchards. Totally occupied with the watercourse, batushka begins with his usual words: “People say that the best way” – and then pictures the waterway in detail. Returning home, the landlord begins to read literature on the topic and realises that batushka’s description was the latest invention in this field of technology. The landlord returns to Optina. ‘Well, what about the watercourse?” asks batushka. Everywhere, apples are spoiling, but with the landlord – a bumper harvest.

Thanks to the powers of reasoning and perspicacity within Starets Ambrose that combined with a remarkable, pure maternal softness of the heart, he was able to alleviate the heaviest sorrow and console the most grieving soul.

Some 3 years after the death of Starets in 1894, one inhabitant from Kozelska related the following: “I had a son who worked for the telegraph company by delivering telegrams. Batushka knew us both. My son used to deliver telegrams to him quite often while I went to him for his blessing. Then my son became ill with tuberculosis and died. I came to him – we all came to him with our sorrows. He stroked my head and said: “Your telegram has been cut short!” “Yes, cut short batushka!” and I began to cry. His compassion made my soul feel light, as though a heavy stone was removed. We lived beside him as though with our own father. Now, there are no more staretses like him. Maybe God will send another one to us.”

Love and wisdom – these were the precise qualities that attracted people to the Starets. From morning till evening, people came to him with their pressing questions into which he immersed deeply, living them during the conversation. He always encompassed the crux of the matter with reason and explicated it with incomprehensible wisdom. However, during this 10 to 15 minute dialogue, not only was one issue decided, but during this time Fr.Ambrose intercalated into his heart, the whole human being – with all his attachments, desires – his whole being, internal and external. By the elder’s words and directives, it was clear that he loved not only that person that he was conversing with, but all his loved ones, his life and everything that was dear to him. Considering all aspects of life that may be affected by the subject matter, Fr.Ambrose always bore in mind the possible resultant, significant ramifications – independent of the matter at hand – that may arise from his determinations and affect not only on that person, but others as well. What type of mental concentration was required to solve these problems? Yet these types of enigmas were brought to him by tens of lay people - not counting fellow monks and 50 letters that arrived and were attended to – on a daily basis! Being close to God and in possession of His gift of clairvoyance, the Starets’s words carried great authority. It was prophet’s work.

Insignificant matters did not exist for the Starets. He knew that everything in life had value and its own consequences. Consequently, there was no question that he did not respond to with commitment and a desire to do good. Once, a woman employed by the wife of a landowner to look after her turkeys came to the Starets. For some reason, the turkeys in her charge were dying off and the employer was on the verge of dismissing her. “Batushka!” she turned to him tearfully “I am running out of strength giving all my time to them. I look after them as I would after a treasured one – yet still they fall ill. The mistress wants to replace me. Have pity on me father.” The people present laughed at her. Sharing her concerns and after hearing how she fed them, the Starets gave new feeding instructions, blessed her and sent her home. The Starets then pointed out to those that laughed that her whole life revolved around those turkeys. Later it became known that those turkeys became sickness-free.

Instances of his healings were countless and would be impossible to enumerate in this short treatise. The Starets always tried to hide these occurrences. He used to send the ill into the desert to blessed Tikhon of Kaloozh, where there was a spring. Before the arrival of Fr.Ambrose, there were no known cases of miraculous healings from this desert. One could think that blessed Tikhon healed through the prayers of the Starets. Sometimes, Fr.Ambrose sent the ill to St.Mitrophan of Voronezh. Occasionally, the sufferers would be cured on the journey to Voronezh. They would then return to thank the Starets. Sometimes, as though in jest, he would slap the person’s head and the illness would disappear. Once, a reader was uttering prayers while suffering an acute toothache. Suddenly the Starets hit him. Those present smiled, thinking that the reader had made a mistake. In reality, his toothache left him. Knowing him, some women used to turn to him with: “Batushka Ambrose! Hit me, my head aches.”

The spiritual strength of the Starets used to manifest itself in completely exceptional circumstances.

Once, stooped and leaning on his stick, Starets Ambrose was walking along the road from somewhere toward the abbey. Suddenly, he is confronted with the following scene: a cart fully loaded, next to it lies a dead horse over which a peasant is crying. The loss of a horse, provider to the peasant’s existence, was a substantial misfortune! Nearing the horse, the Starets commenced to walk around it, slowly. Then taking a switch he whipped the horse, shouting: “Get up, loafer” – and the horse stood up obediently.

To many, Starets Ambrose appeared as a distant figure, comparable to Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker, either for the purpose of healing or for liberation from misfortunes. To some, extremely few, the Starets’s power of prayerful intercession before God was revealed graphically. We will bring the recollections of a nun who was one of Fr.Ambrose’s spiritual daughters.

“In his cell an image lamp was alight and a small wax candle was burning on his table. It was too dark and I had no time to read from my notes. I hurriedly said what I remembered and then added: ‘Batushka, what else can I say?' In what else do I repent? – I’ve forgotten.’ Starets rebuked me for this. Suddenly, he got up from his bed. Taking two steps he stood in the middle of his cell. Standing on my knees, I involuntarily followed him with my eyes. Starets straightened out to his full height, lifted his head and raised his arms upward, as though in a prayerful position. It appeared to me at the time that his steps were separated from the ground. I was looking at his radiant head and face. I remember that the ceiling of the cell was as if it was not there, it separated, while the head of the Starets seemingly went upwards. All this appeared to me quite clearly. After a minute, Batushka came up to me in my astonished state and leaning in front of me, blessed me saying; ‘Remember, this is what repentance can lead you to. Go.” I left him swaying, and all through the night I wept over my senselessness and negligence. In the morning, we were given horses and we left. During his lifetime, I was unable to relate this to anyone. He forbade me once and for all of talking about such events, saying threateningly: “Otherwise you will lose my help and benevolence.” People from all the ends of Russia converged on hut of the Starets – poor and rich, the intellectuals and the plain folk. He was visited by well-known public figures and authors: F.M.Dostoevski, V.C.Soloviev, K.N.Leontiev, L.N.Tolstoy, M.N.Pogodin, N.M.Strahov and others. He greeted all of them with equal affection and benevolence. He had a constant need to perform charitable acts, distributing his largess through his cell-attendants while he personally looked after the widows, orphans, the sick and the suffering. During the last years of his life, he blessed the establishment of a women’s monastery some 12 miles away at Shamordino. At that time, it was distinct from other women’s monasteries because it accepted mostly ill and destitute women. In the 90’s of the nineteenth century, the number of novitiates reached 500.

As fate would have it, the hour of death would find Fr.Ambrose precisely at this monastery. On the 2nd of June 1890, he left to spend summer at the monastery, as was his usual practice. At the end of summer, the Starets attempted to return to Optina, but due to illness, was unable to do so. After a year, the illness intensified and he lost his hearing and voice. His final sufferings began. As he himself acknowledged, they were of such severity, the likes of which he had never experienced. On the 8th of September, Hieromonk Joseph together with Frs.Theodore and Anatolius, administered Extreme unction to the Starets, and the next day, Holy Communion. On the same day, the Father Superior of Optina, Archimandrite Isaac arrived to visit the Starets. The following day, 10th Oct 1891, at 11.30, after three deep breaths and crossing himself three times with difficulty, the Starets expired.

The liturgy of the Departed with the order of Burial was performed at the Vedensk church in the Optina hermitage. Nearly 8000 people congregated for the funeral. On the 15th of Oct, the body of Starets Ambrose was interred on the southeasterly side of the church, next to his teacher Hieromonk Macarius. It is worthy to note that one year earlier, on that very same date of Oct 15th, Starets Ambrose instituted the feast day in honour of the miracle-working Mother of God icon “ Ripening of the harvest”, before which he used to utter his fervent prayers on many occasions.

Immediately after his death, miracles began to occur through which, as in life, the Starets healed, instructed and called for repentance.

The years passed, but the path to the Staret’s grave did not grow over with weeds. A period of massive upheavals arrived. The Optina Hermitage was looted and closed. The small chapel on the Staret’s grave was demolished. However, the memory of the great God-pleasing Starets was impossible to eradicate. The people marked the position of the chapel and continued to flow to their teacher.

In Nov 1987 the Optina Hermitage was returned to the Church and in June 1988, the local Council of the Russian Orthodox Church acclaimed Starets Ambrose into the ranks of the Saints. On the day of his death – 23rd Oct when his memory is commemorated – in the presence of many pilgrims, a triumphant Archbishopric mass was performed in the Optina Hermitage. By this time, the remains of Blessed Ambrose were discovered. On that day, everybody involved in this celebration, experienced a pure and indefinable joy that the holy father loved to endow during his life to all those that came to him. One month later, on the anniversary of the monastery’s renaissance and by the grace of God, a miracle occurred: the icons of Mother of God of Kazan and Saint Ambrose, as well as his remains became odoriferous by exuding fragrant oils. His holy remains performed many other miracles, assuring us sinners that he has not stopped interceding for us before our Lord, Jesus Christ. Eternal praise be to Him! Amen.

SELECTED PRECEPTORIALS OF STARETS AMBROSE

CONTENTS: HOW TO LIVE. ON HOW MUCH WE CARE ABOUT OUR BODIES AND HOW MUCH WE CARE ABOUT OUR SOULS. ON SALVATION. ON HUMILITY. ON UNBELIEF. ON REPENTANCE. ON SUFFERING. ON LOVE. ON CHARITY. ON LAZINESS AND DESPONDENCY. ON PATIENCE. ON IRRITABILITY. ON ENVY AND MALICE. ON PRIDE. ON THE MEANING OF TEMPTATION. ON THE MEANING OF FAST AND ITS NECESSITY. ON PRAYER. ON EXTERNAL AND MORAL PROGRESSION.

HOW TO LIVE

“How to live?” – was this extremely important question posed to the Starets from everyone. He would answer in his usual humorous tone: “Live – do not grieve, don’t judge anyone, do not vex anyone and my respect to everyone.” Often the Staret’s tone would produce smiles on the frivolous listeners. However, if one was to contemplate this instruction, the deep meaning would become apparent to anyone. “Do not grieve,” i.e. so that the heart does not occupy itself with sorrows and misfortunes that are unavoidable to a human being, but rather it be directed to the Sole Source of eternal joy – God. Through Him, a person is reconciled with his sorrows, becomes “submissive” and thereby obtains tranquillity. – Don’t judge anyone,” “do not vex”. Judging and vexing, which are the offspring of destructive pride, are the two most common activities among people. They are sufficient to decline a person’s soul into the depths of hell; even while in the main, on the surface they might think that they are not sins. - “My respect to everyone” – refers to the Apostle’s directive: “..in honour giving preference to one another.” (Romans 12:10) Gathering all these thoughts into one, we can see that in the above pronouncements, the Starets was mainly preaching humility – the basis of spiritual life, the source of all goodness without which one cannot be saved.

ON HOW MUCH WE CARE ABOUT OUR BODIES AND HOW MUCH WE CARE ABOUT OUR SOULS.

The Bible tells us: “For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?” (Mark 8:36) That is how precious the human soul is. It is more precious than the whole earth with all its treasures and blessings. However, it’s frightening to think how little we understand our soul’s worth. From morning to night, we direct all our thoughts to the body, the housing for worms, this fallen coffin, and on God’s most precious and beloved creation, on His image of glory and majesty, we hardly spare one thought in a week. We spend the most flourishing years of our life in serving our body, and only the last minutes of our decrepit old age, toward eternal salvation. Daily, the body indulges itself with full cups and sumptuous dishes, as though at a rich man’s feast, while the soul barely gathers crumbs of God’s words on His doorstep. The insignificant body is washed, dressed, cleaned, adorned with all types of treasures from nature and the sciences, while the priceless soul, the bride of Jesus Christ, inheritor of Heaven, wanders with exhausted steps, donned in clothing of a poor wanderer that is without charity.

The body doesn’t tolerate one blemish on its face, any dirt on its hands, not one patch on its clothing, while the soul, from head to toe, covered with filth that goes from one sinful quagmire to another and its yearly confessional which is often hypocritical, only increases its patches rather than rejuvenating it. The body demands various forms of diversions and gratifications; it frequently ravages whole families, for its sake people sometimes are willing to exert all types of efforts while the soul - has barely one hour on Sundays to partake in the Divine Liturgy, scarcely minutes for morning and evening prayers, reluctantly collects a handful of copper coins for charity and when thinking about death, expresses its satisfaction with a cold sigh. For the sake of health and welfare of the body, the atmosphere and habitat is substituted, foremost and distant physicians are summoned, there is abstinence from food and drink, the most bitter medicines are consumed, the body is allowed to be burned and dissected, yet for the health of the soul, for the avoidance of temptations, for distancing away from sinful infection, they take not one step but remain in the same atmosphere, in the same iniquitous society, in the same corrupt house, not seeking any spiritual physician, or else selecting one that is unfamiliar and inexperienced, hiding from him that which is already known to Heaven and hell, and about which they themselves boast among their circles. When the body is dying, you hear lamentations and despair, but often no thought is given when the soul is dying from mortal sin.

Like Adam and Eve, we don’t know the value of our soul and give it away for a seemingly rich yield.

At least why don’t we cry like Adam and Eve? Unfortunately, in the main, our concerns are for acquiring earthly benefits and not Heavenly ones. We forget that earthly gains soon pass and cannot be retained, while Heavenly gains are eternal, endless and cannot be taken away. Most gracious Lord! Help us to despise everything transient and concern ourselves only with the needs to save our souls.

ON SALVATION

Through the words of Peter of Damascus, while a Christian lives on Earth, his salvation remains between fear and hope. But humans still keep searching for total fulfillment on Earth and that from locations or from people, when Christ Himself says in the Scripture: “You will be sorrowful in this world.” These words clearly show that irrespective where a Christian is located, he cannot be without some type of sorrow. There is only one solace – in fulfilling the laws of the Scriptures, just as the Psalm says: “Great peace have those who love Your law, and nothing causes them to stumble.”(Psalm 119:165) If something or someone does tempt or confuse us, it clearly shows that we are not relating correctly to God’s laws, among which the greatest one is that of not judging or condemning anyone. On Judgment Day, everyone will either be glorified or shamed by their deeds. The Old Testament decrees that we attend ourselves toward salvation and betterment of our soul. It is towards this that we should concern ourselves mostly.

There isn’t anywhere that God induces us against our will, but rather offers us a choice for our determination, and it is through the personal will that individuals turn out to be either good or evil. Therefore, it is useless to blame those that live with us or surround us as interfering and impeding our salvation or spiritual improvement. Samuel lived and was brought up by the priest Elias, among his debauched sons, yet preserved himself and was a great prophet. Even in Heaven, Eve violated God’s law. While Judas, living three years in the presence of Christ Himself, did not improve even though he saw so many miracles and continually heard the Scriptural sermons, but became worse and sold his Teacher and the world’s Redeemer, for thirty pieces of silver.

Our failure to find spiritual fulfillment emanates from us ourselves, from our ignorance and our incorrect thinking which we are loathe to part with. And it is this that leads us to confusion and doubt and various perplexities; all this torments and weighs us down into a disconsolate circumstance. It would be good if we were able to understand the simple words of a holy father: “If we humble ourselves, and not mentally roam all over places where it will not improve us and maybe make us worse, we will find peace in every situation.”

ON HUMILITY

You must humble yourself before everyone and regard yourself as worse than anyone. If we did not commit an offence that had been perpetrated by others, then it may be that we did not have the opportunity, or the situation and circumstances were different. While in every person there is something good and kind, all we normally see are their iniquities and do not notice anything good in them.

To the question that can one wish for spiritual perfection, the Starets answers: “Not only can you wish but you must endeavour to perfect yourself in humility i.e. to regard yourself in your heart that as lower than every human being and every creature. It is natural and essential that a sinful human humbles himself. If he doesn’t, then he will be humbled by circumstances, arranged thoughtfully for the benefit of his soul. During times of good fortune, he usually ascribes it to himself, to his puny strength and so called authority, but as soon as some type of misfortune befalls him, he asks for mercy and from an imaginary enemy.

The Starets also related how fortuitous circumstances humble a person: “Once, a person organised a luncheon and dispatched his servants to invite his guests. Confronted by a rather careless-looking servant, one of the invited guests asked of him: ‘Don’t tell me that your master could not find a better-looking servant than you?’ To which the servant replied: ‘The handsome servants he sent to the handsome guests and me, he sent to your lordship.’”

Starets Ambrose further instructed his students on humility: “Once, a visitor called on Father Superior Moses, and not finding him home, went to see his brother Abbot Anthony. During their conversation, the visitor posed the question: “Tell me batushka, what type of precepts do you maintain?” Fr.Anthony answered: “I had many precepts: I lived in the desert and monasteries and they all had different rules. Now there remains only one endeavour left: ‘God have mercy on me.’”

Batushka also recounted how “One woman kept wandered here and there, to Kiev then to Zadonsk, and one starets told her: ‘All this is of no benefit to you. Sit in one place and utter the Wise Thief’s prayer.’”

ON UNBELIEF

“I once mentioned to Batushka,” wrote one of his spiritual daughters, “about one family, which I felt very pity for them because they did not believe in anything, neither in God nor afterlife. I pitied because it may not be their fault, due to them being either brought up in such unbelief, or perhaps for another reason. Batushka shook his head and said very angrily: “There is no justification for unbelievers. The Scripture is written for everyone, decidedly everyone, even heathens; after all, the knowledge of God is implanted into us at birth, so they themselves are to blame. You ask can we pray for them. Of course, you can pray for anyone.”

Starets also stated that some renounce their faith in God by imitating others and through false shame. Here is an example: there was a person who did not believe in God for this reason. However, during the war in the Caucus, when he had to fight and during the heat of battle, when bullets were flying past him, he bent over and hugged his horse all the while uttering: “Blessed Mother of God, save me.” Later, when he recalled the incident and his comrades laughed at him, he repudiated his words. At which point he added: “Yes, hypocrisy is worse than not believing.”

ON REPENTANCE

In order to give the necessary understanding about the power and importance of repentance, Starets Ambrose would say: “What times have befallen us! Before, when somebody sincerely repented his sins, he changed his sinful lifestyle and lived chastely. But now it often happens, that during confession a person would detail all his sins and then continue his lifestyle unchanged.”

Starets imparted another instructional narrative: “A demon in the appearance of a human was sitting and dangling his feet. Seeing him with his spiritual eyes, he asked him: “Why aren’t you doing something?” The demon replied: “Well there is nothing for me to do but to dangle my legs, because people are doing everything better than me.”

“There are three stages for salvation. St.John the Golden Tongue states: a) Do not sin. b) If you have sinned, repent. c) Those who repent inadequately, have to bear their sorrows as they find them.”

“It happens,” Batushka used to say, “that although our sins are forgiven through repentance, our conscience does not cease to reproach us. As a comparison, the reposed Starets Macarius used to show his finger that was cut a long time ago: the pain had long gone but the scar remains. That is exactly the same that after repentance, the scars remain i.e. admonitions of the conscience.”

“Although God forgives the sins of those repenting, every sin demands a cleansing punishment. For example, after Christ said to the wise thief: “Today you will be with Me in Paradise,” his knees were broken. And what was it like to hang on his hands only, with broken kneecaps, for some three hours? It meant that he had to cleanse himself through suffering. The cleansing of those sinners who die immediately after repentance, is done through the prayers of the Church and those present, while those living, have to cleanse themselves through a change in their lifestyles and charity that would cover their sins.

ON SUFFERING

“God does not create crosses for people i.e. cleansing spiritual and physical sufferings. And however heavy that cross may be for that individual, the tree that produces its timber grows from the soil of his heart.”

The Starets also said: “If a person walks a straight path, for him there is no cross. However, when he starts to lurch from one side to the other, then different circumstances appear which push him back onto the right track. These elements constitute a cross for a person. Of course they occur differently, according to the individual’s need.”

“Sometimes The cross is a mental one, confusing the individual with sinful thoughts. But the person is not at fault if he doesn’t accede to them. The Starets cited an example: ‘ Once a female ascetic was agitated for a long period over having unchaste thoughts. When Christ appeared and drove them away from her, she cried out to Him: ‘Sweet Jesus, where were You up to this time?’ Christ replied: ‘I was in your heart.’ She said: ‘How can that be? But my heart was filled with unchaste thoughts.’ And Christ said to her: ‘Therefore understand that I was in your heart, and that you had no disposition toward those unclean thoughts but more so, endeavoured to liberate yourself from them. Not being able to do so, you suffered over them, thereby preparing a place for me in your heart.’

“Sometimes, suffering is sent to an innocent person, so that he, as with the example of Christ, suffers for others. Christ Himself suffered for people. Likewise, His Apostles were tortured for the Church and people. To have absolute love means to suffer for your close ones.”

ON LOVE

Love encompasses everything. And he, who is benevolent to his close ones - through the inclination of the heart and not moved just by duty or desire – the devil is unable to interfere with him.

Of course, love is higher than everything. If you find that you have no love within you but wish to obtain it, then perform acts of love, even though at the beginning without love. God will see your desire and suffering and will implant love into your heart. “Those who have an unsightly heart should not despair, because with God’s help they can reform it. All you need to do is watch yourself attentively, do not allow an opportunity to be beneficial to your close one slip by, disclose your thoughts to your starets and be benevolent to the utmost. Of course this cannot be done suddenly, but God is very patient. He only terminates the life of a person when He sees that he is ready to cross over into eternity, or, when He sees that there is no hope for improvement in him.

ON CHARITY

Starets Ambrose had this to say on acts of charity: “St.Dimitri of Rostov wrote: if a person rides up to you on a horse and begs you, give it to him. You will not be responsible as to how he applies your alms.”

And more: “St. John the Silver Tongue says: begin by giving the needy that what you don’t need, that is just lying around, then you will be in a situation to give more even at your own expense, and finally you will be ready to give away all that you have.”

ON LAZINESS AND DESPONDENCY

Tedium is the grandson of despondency and the daughter of laziness. To drive her away, exert yourself in work and don’t be lazy with prayers: then your tedium will pass and zeal will arrive. And if you add to this patience and humility, then you will rid yourself of many banes.” Sometimes posing his own question: “Why do people sin?” the Starets would answer: “Either from not knowing what you have to do and what you have to avoid; or if they do know, they forget, and if they did not forget, then they are lazy and become despondent. Conversely: as people are very lazy when it comes to performing good deeds, they very often forget their main responsibility that of serving God. Laziness and forgetfulness leads to extreme senselessness or ignorance. These are the three ogres: despondency or laziness, forgetfulness and ignorance, from which the whole human race is bound through the shackles of indecision. Whereupon, carelessness follows with all its multitude of evil desires. That is why we pray to the Queen of Heaven: “Presviataya……..

ON PATIENCE

When you are being plagued, never ask what for and why. You will never find that in the Scripture. Instead, it says: “If somebody strikes you on your right cheek, turn the other one to him. It is really difficult to strike one on the right cheek and should be understood as: if somebody starts to denigrate you or provoke you unjustifiably, that will mean hitting you on your right cheek. Do not grumble but bear this blow patiently, and turn your left cheek i.e. remembering your past faulty deeds. If in this time you are innocent, then you have sinned greatly in the past; with this you will be convinced that you deserve punishment. Self justification is a large sin.”

“Batushka, teach me patience” – said one sister. “Learn,” the Starets answered, “and begin by being patient with the disappointments that you find and meet.” “I can’t understand how you can not get upset with insults and unfairness.” The Starets’s answer: “Be fair yourself and don’t upset anyone.”

ON IRRITABILITY

No one should justify his irritability with some type of illness because it comes about from pride. According to the words of St Apostle James: “for the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” So as not to succumb to irritability and anger, you should not hurry.”

ON ENVY AND MALICE

Starets said: “You must force yourself , though against your will, to do some good for your enemies and mainly, not to seek vengeance but to be careful so as not to offend them with an appearance of contempt and humiliation. “

One woman asked: “I don’t understand Batushka, how you not only do not get angry at those who speak ill of you, but continue to love them.” To this, the Starets laughed at length and said: “You had a young son. Did you get angry with him when he did not say or do something properly? Instead, didn’t you try to cover up his deficiencies?”

ON PRIDE

For many, there is nothing to be proud of. This was the reason that the Starets related the following story: “One woman, during confession, told her spiritual father that she was a proud person. “What are you proud of?” he asked her, “Are you famous?” – “No” she answered – “Well,, talented?” – “No.” – Well then, rich?” – “No.” “Hmmmm….in that case, you can be proud” he said finally.”

To the question: how is it that the righteous, knowing that they are leading a chaste life according to God’s laws, are not exalted through their piety, the Starets answered: “They do not know what awaits them at the end. “That is why” he added “Our salvation should be performed between fear and hope. Under no circumstances is one to despair, but at the same time, one should not hope excessively.

ON THE MEANING OF TEMPTATION

The free will of all intelligent beings has been tested and till now is being tested until it is confirmed in goodness. Because without trials, goodness is never firm. Every Christian is subjected to some kind of test: one with poverty, another with sickness, a third with various bad thoughts, the fourth with some type of misfortune or humiliation, while another, with perplexities. This tests the strength of one’s faith, and hope, and love for God i.e.. shows the person’s inclinations, his attachments, whether he aims for sorrows or is still affixed to earthly things. So that through these trials a person-Christian himself could see in what position he is in, what his disposition is, and involuntarily humble himself. Because without humility, as all the holy fathers of Godly wisdom confirm in one voice, all our works are unsettled. Even the free will of Angels was tested. If the Heavenly dwellers could not escape the test, then more so must the free will be tested of those living on earth.

ON THE MEANING OF FAST AND ITS NECESSITY

In the Scripture, we see the necessity to observe fasts, firstly from the example set by Christ Himself, who fasted 40 days in the wilderness, even though He was God and had no need of this. Secondly, to the Disciples’ question as to why they could not drive out the evil spirit in a person, He replied: “Through your unbelief;” and then added: “This kind can come out by nothing but prayer and fasting.”(Mark 9:29) Apart from this, there are directions in the Scripture that we must observe Wednesdays and Fridays as days of fasting. On Wednesday, Christ was given up for crucifixion and on Friday, He was crucified.

Plain food is not nasty food. It does not corrupt the body but fattens it. And St.Apostle Paul says: “Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day.” (2 Cor 4:16) He calls the outward person as body and the inward, as the soul.

The Bible states that every deprivation and every constraint is precious before God: “..the Kingdom of Heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force.” (Matt. 11:12) Those who audaciously and willfully violate the established fasting rules, are called enemies of the Cross. To them, their God is their stomach and their glory lies in their shame. It is stated in the Psalms: “ lost through the stomach” Understandably, its another matter if a person violates the fast due to an illness and weakness of the body. But the healthy become healthier and on top of that, they sometimes live longer even though they may look gaunt. With fasting and self-restraint, the body does not rebel as much, we don’t succumb to sleep as much, less empty thoughts invade our mind and spiritual books are read more eagerly and with greater understanding.

And so, if by the grace of God you developed a desire to cleanse yourself of your internal iniquities – let it be known to you that their origins cannot be extracted except through sincere prayer and fasting, and then sagaciously. Otherwise, you may have a foolhardy example that occurred here. One landowner, living an indulgent life suddenly wanted to observe a severe fast: he resolved that all he would eat during Great Lent is ground hemp-seed washed down with kvass (a Russian soft drink). From this severe change of indulgence to fasting, his stomach was so damaged that it could not be remedied after one whole year. Incidentally, there are words of Holy Fathers that tell us we should not be body killers but vice killers.

ON PRAYER

So that people did not remain unconcerned and placed all their hopes on outside prayers of help, the Starets used to repeat an ordinary Russian saying: “God help me, but you yourself peasant don’t lie idly.”

One nun said: “Batushka! Through whom do we ask for prayerful help if not through you?” Starets replied: “And you yourself ask for it! You recall, when the 12 Apostles beseeched our Saviour on behalf of a Canaanite woman, He did not hear them. But when she started to entreat herself, she did receive.”

Because prayer is the most powerful weapon against the invisible foe, he tries in various ways to distract people from it. Starets related the following story: “A monk at Mt. Athos had a much-loved, talking starling that used to entertain him with his chatter. But here was a strange thing – no sooner than the monk commenced to fulfill his rule of prayer, the starling would commence talking non-stop, not allowing the monk to pray. Once, on the bright Holy Day of the Resurrection of Christ, the monk came up to the cage and said: “Starling, Christ has risen!” And the starling replied: “That is the woe to us that He did,” and immediately perished, filling the cell with unbearable stench. Thereupon the monk realised his error and repented.”

Starets said that the most important thing that God looks at is the internal disposition of a person’s soul: “Once, Abbot Anthony was visited by a man with ailing legs who said: “Batushka, my legs are aching and I am disturbed that I cannot bow to the ground.” Fr. Anthony replied: “Well it is said in the Scripture: “Son, give me your heart,” and it doesn’t say – “legs”.

One nun told Starets that she saw the icon of Mother of God and heard Her say: “What did you bring as an offering?” She responded: “What will I bring, I have nothing.” Then Batushka said: “It is written in the Psalms: “Whoever offers praise glorifies me.”

ON EXTERNAL AND MORAL PROGRESSION

One of Batushka’s spiritual daughters relayed the following questions from her son. 1. “According to the Scriptures, before the end of the world, human society is presented in the most horrible way. This denies the possibility of continuous improvement of mankind. Is it possible to labour for the good of mankind, knowing beforehand that there are no means that will be capable of achieving a concluding result of moral perfection for the human race, before the world’s demise. 2. The responsibility of a Christian is to create good and endeavour that this good will triumph over evil. In which way can we attempt to conquer evil with goodness, knowing that these efforts will not be crowned with success and that in the end, evil will triumph?”

Answer from Starets Ambrose: “Tell your son: evil has already been vanquished, vanquished not by the efforts and strength of human beings but by the Lord and Saviour Himself, Son of God Jesus Christ. Who for that reason came down to Earth from Heaven, incarnated, suffered humanly and through His suffering on the Cross and Resurrection - smashed the power of evil and its source the devil who had reigned over the human race – liberated us from the devil’s and sinful slavery as He himself said: “Behold, I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” (Luke 10:19) Now, through the Mystery of Baptism and by obeying the laws of the Scripture, every practicing Christian is given the strength to trample evil and create good, and except those that are negligent in keeping God’s laws or mainly the ones that voluntarily submit themselves to sin, nobody can be forcibly possessed by evil. Wanting to conquer evil with your own strength, evil that has already been conquered through Christ’s coming, shows a lack of understanding of the Christian Mysteries of the Orthodox Church. It exposes signs of human pride in self-reliance which wants to do everything with its own strength, not turning to God for His assistance when Christ Himself says: “for without Me you can do nothing” (John 15:5).

You write: the Bible states that before the end of the world, evil will triumph over good. The Bible does not state this anywhere, but it only speaks that faith will diminish during the last days: “when the Son of Man comes, will He really find faith on Earth?” (Luke 18:8) and “And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold” (Mat 24:12). While Apostle Paul says that before the Second Coming of Christ: “and the man of sin is revealed, the son of perdition, and who opposes and exalts himself above all that is called God or that is worshipped..” (2 Thes 3:7) i.e. antichrist. However, it too states here that Christ will destroy him “with the breath of His mouth “ and through His coming, exterminate him…Where is there evil triumphing over good here? And generally all triumphs of evil over good are imaginary and temporary.

On the other hand, it is also unfair to state as though humanity on Earth is continually improving. Progress or improvement is only in the outward human works, in life’s comforts. For example, we utilise railways and telegraph, which did not exist before; coal is being dug up which used to conceal itself in Earth’s bosom etc. In Christian-moral respects, there had been no progress. Throughout all times, there had always been people – guided by the true faith of Christ and following the true Christian teachings in accordance with Divine Revelations which God revealed to His Church through the God-inspirited, Prophets and Apostles– that achieved high Christian-moral eminence. These people will also exist during the times of antichrist, and as written, for whose sake time will be shortened: “And unless those days were shortened, no flesh would be saved; but for the elect’s sake those days will be shortened” (Mat 24:22).

Spiritual perfection on Earth is attained partly, not by mankind collectively, but by every faithful individually, according to the measure of fulfilling God’s commandments and to the measure of humility. Final and complete perfection is reached in Heaven, in the next never-ending life, toward which yet our short life on Earth serves as a preparation and is similar to that of the years spent by a youth in a learning institution, which serve him as a preparation for future practical activity. If the destiny of mankind was limited to its earthly existence, if for a human being everything concluded on Earth, then why: “both the earth and the works that are in it will be burned up” (2 Peter 3:10) Without the future blessed, everlasting life, our earthly sojourn would be harmful and incomprehensible.

The desire to toil for the good of mankind appears very admirable, but is misplaced. In words, everybody wants to labour for the good of close ones, ignoring or paying very little attention to the necessity of first shunning sin themselves and then worrying about others.

The broad schemes of the modern generation about grand activities for the good of all mankind has the appearance that of someone, not having finished an educational course, wishing that he could be a professor and instructor in a university. However on the other hand, to think that if we cannot move humanity forward then we shouldn’t labour at all, is the other extreme. Every Christian is obliged to toil according to his capacity and position for the good of others, so that everything timely and orderly, and that the fruit of our labours are presented to God and His holy will.

In conclusion, I would say this: advise your son not to confuse outer human endeavours with the spiritual- moral. In outer devices and partly in the sciences, let him find progress. But in a Christian-moral respect, I repeat, universal progress in mankind is non-existent and cannot be. Everybody will be judged according to their deeds.

TROPAR

Tone 5

“We run to thee O Ambrose, our Father as to a healing spring. For thou dost truly instruct us on the path of salvation, preserving us from misfortune and calamity by the prayers, consoling us in sorrows of body and soul, teaching above all by humility, patience and love. Pray to Christ, the Lover of mankind, and to our Fervent Intercessor that our souls may be saved”.

KONTAKION

Tone 2

“Having fulfilled the precepts of the Shepherd of shepherds, thou didst inherit the grace of eldership, having pity on all who run to thee with faith. Therefore we, thy children, cry out to thee in love: Holy Father Ambrose, pray to Christ God that He would save our souls.”

* Vernost No. 134