Hurting people.
We humans, have become very mean. I think meaner than I remember as a kid. We yell a lot. We pontificate a lot. We let others know how we feel about things, invited or uninvited. Who of us has not felt the sting of hurt? I imagine the question is rhetorical, because the only person … Continue reading Hurting people. →
A Prophecy of Abba Pambo
“And I’ll tell you this, my child, that the days will come when the Christians will add to and will take away from, and will alter the books of the Holy Evangelists, and of the Holy Apostles, and of the Divine Prophets, and of the Holy Fathers. They will tone down the Holy Scriptures and […] The post A Prophecy of Abba Pambo appeared first on Become Orthodox.
Between joy and sadness: Hail New Martyrs!
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed′nego answered the king, “O Nebuchadnez′zar, we have no need to answer you in this matter. 17 If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace; and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king.[a] 18 But if not, be … Continue reading Between joy and sadness: Hail New Martyrs! →
The Lost Kid
He stood, watching and waiting for the moment his son would come home. He ran to him, burst into tears, embraced him in his filth. Hugged his child that smelled like swine and that had wished his own death. It’s Lent. This past Sunday was the Sunday of the Prodigal Son. Often we talk about … Continue reading The Lost Kid →
Q&A: Dealing with a liar.
I received a question here, but my answer was getting so long that I felt it warranted it’s own post! Here’s a part of the question, but please go to the original and full question because MS gives a full scenario with things that he/she has tried: What if I do stay away from the … Continue reading Q&A: Dealing with a liar. →
Sorry, mom: On Lenten Warfare.
I am not a morning person. When someone says, “Good morning!” to me, I’m usually thinking, “What’s so good about it?” Usually, however, I don’t articulate that aloud. It’s not polite. I’m also stubborn and obstinate. Then, there’s my mother. She’s obsessed with cleanliness. If she could choose one superhero ability, it wouldn’t be invisibility … Continue reading Sorry, mom: On Lenten Warfare. →