Half a Century of French-Ukrainian Friend-ship

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Salome's Dance

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Gateway Drugs: How One Sin Leads To Another

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In the long journey of fasting, the first step is always selfdenial

Baltic Midsummer Traditions

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Musically Ascending the Scales to Heaven

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Lifting Up Our Hearts ( And Voices ) For Ascension

Sunday of the Myrrh-Bearing Women

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The Modern Magdalene, Struggling With Her Calling





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The Medieval Magdalene, Embracing Her Vocation

Requiem For A Dying Faith

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Snow White: Winter Is Coming!

If there truly is a God, whose Son gave His Holy Apostles power to bind and unbind all things in heaven and on earth, and all those myriads of popes, patriarchs, (arch)bishops, cardinals, and priests are their living successors, why are they so utterly powerless in stopping or preventing Russian missiles flying through the sky from ever reaching Ukraine and brutally massacring its inhabitants ?

Romanian Orthodox Halloween Mass

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How Evangelicals View Liturgical Services

Red September

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Apocalypse Now!

Joel 2:31

The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.

Acts 2:20

The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and notable day of the Lord come.

Revelation 6:12

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal:
and, lo, there was a great earthquake;
and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair,
and the moon became as blood.

Life and death are but two sides of one and the same coin.

Thus, were the life-giving spirit to enliven the inanimate elements, such as the land, the air, the sea, or the flames, vivifying them, making them suddenly spring to life, and move violently or with great force, thereby inadvertently wreaking great havoc, causing powerful quakes, kindling mighty stormwinds or large waves, and igniting all-consuming fires, it would therefore, to the self-same extent, become a deadening spirit as well: Hence also the mortification of the flesh, frequently mentioned by the Apostle Paul, in relation to the Holy Ghost.

Petrine Prerogative

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The Keys To The Gates Of Heaven

Matthew 16:19

And I will give unto thee the keys to the kingdom of heaven:and whatsoever thou shalt bind on earth, shall be bound in heaven;
and whatsoever thou shalt loose on earth, shall be loosen in heaven.

The Power Of Prayer

Christmas Miracle

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Friday The Thirteenth

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Isaiah 13:13

Therefore I will shake the heavens, and
the earth shall move out of her place,
in the wrath of the Lord of hosts,
and in the day of his fierce anger.

Russia's Invasion Of Ukraine

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On Hesychasm And Monasticism

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A Single Man, Practicing Stillness Of The Mind

Feeling Blue: Summertime Sadness

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The sky hung high and blue; the child was staring at it, mouth open, hand above his forehead. The bright, cool morning breeze enveloped his sunburned cheeks, and dusty feet. Somewhere far away, at the edge of the plain, muffled, faded bangs were heard at times. There was no single cloud upon the clear sky, nor any smell of rain being brought on by the wind. The child stopped on the footpath near the road, openmouthed, beholding the unencompassed blue sky. He kept dragging his feet through the dew-soaked grass, to wet them. He whistled, constantly gazing at the azure sky. His father's jacket, which he had on, reached below his knees, his hands barely visible.

The child was short in stature, blue-eyed, no older than, say, seven or eight. He was returning home, from his grandmother's neighboring village, carrying, in a twig basket he could barely hold in his hands, a fat, white goose, he named Lyla on the way. He covered her in wide burdock leaves, least someone might see her. The child was whistling, to embolden himself, even though he was not particularly shy, and there was no one nearby. He was whistling out of habit, so the goose might seem less heavy.

As he passed the middle of the road separating the two villages, he laid his basket upon the grass, and took off his garment, breathing in the warm summer breeze. The goose was honking, softly flapping her wings, and making him giggle. He admired the red cloth he tied around her neck, to ward off the evil eye. After tying her wings to a hemp rope, he let her walk freely on the path before him. She treaded slowly, pecking grass, turning, from time to time, towards the boy, with her small, round eyes. She tried flying off, a few times, but the rope kept her in place.

On the road, far ahead, the child saw a dust cloud coming his way. The dusty truck drove straight past him. He found a dried up rod, and picked it up. The goose was neither answering him, nor turning around to look at him anymore. Instead, she kept on walking idly by. The knot of the red cloth around her neck reached up to her nape, looking like a bow. The sky was clear. The child was whistling, holding the basket and the rope in one hand, and the rod in the other. He wore his father's coat upon his shoulders, like a grownup. He was biding his time.

At the turn of the road, as he was about to cross the river, he saw a car, crossways before the bridge. He stopped in front of the car, to say hello. Would you let me across the bridge ?, he asked, looking at the two young, blond men, leaning on the car wheels. The two laughed, and, one of them, handing him a piece of chocolate, asked him his name. Emil, answered the boy, and her name is Lyla. — And whereto are you going, Emil, with Lyla ? — Home, if you'd let me cross the bridge. — We'll let you, but first, tell us more about Lyla.

The child started telling them anything that crossed his mind. The men were besides themselves with laughter, and Emil was glad he'll get to go home with the goose. At some point, a man came up from underneath the bridge, all smutty, and covered in mud. You can cross now, but quickly, very quickly, said the young blonde, handing him another piece of chocolate. Emil thanked him, and went on to cross the bridge. The three got into the car, setting off towards the village the child came from.

Upon reaching the middle of the bridge, Emil stopped, and, whilst still eating his chocolate, looked behind him, seeing the car now far gone. He wanted to say something, but felt Lyla flying out of his hands, and a deafening blow hitting him hard over the ears, as if the bridge itself was being lifted up, towards the sky, and torn apart. Lylaaa ! His thoughts dissipated into thin air. Far away, within another dust cloud, the car raced. Upon the field, and upon the river, like unto a faded echo, the silence of an August morning eventually fell. The sky was clear, like the child's eyes.

Dumitru Radu Popescu, August Clear

Weather Forecast

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Official Eastern Orthodox Stance On Pride Parades

Genesis 19:24

Then it rained upon Sodom and Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of heaven.

Brotherly Love

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Slavic Brotherhood





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From Russia With Love





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Lovelorn Slavs

Valentine's Day Special

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I am neither Roman Catholic, nor a Priest,

so why do I constantly feel like one ?

The Virgin-Born Comes

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