четверг, 23 февраля 2023 г.

Jesus Christ is the Lord! Yet I have left Me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him.




 

40 Holy Martyrs of Sebaste


   In the year 313 Saint Constantine the Great issued an edict granting Christians religious freedom, and officially recognizing Christianity as equal with paganism under the law. But his co-ruler Licinius was a pagan, and he decided to stamp out Christianity in his part of the Empire. As Licinius prepared his army to fight Constantine, he decided to remove Christians from his army, fearing mutiny.

One of the military commanders of that time in the Armenian city of Sebaste was Agricola, a zealous champion of idolatry. Under his command was a company of forty Cappadocians, brave soldiers who had distinguished themselves in many battles. When these Christian soldiers refused to offer sacrifice to the pagan gods, Agricola locked them up in prison. The soldiers occupied themselves with prayer and psalmody, and during the night they heard a voice saying, “Persevere until the end, then you shall be saved.”

On the following morning, the soldiers were again taken to Agricola. This time the pagan tried flattery. He began to praise their valor, their youth and strength, and once more he urged them to renounce Christ and thereby win themselves the respect and favor of their emperor.

Seven days later, the renowned judge Licius arrived at Sebaste and put the soldiers on trial. The saints steadfastly answered, “Take not only our military insignia, but also our lives, since nothing is more precious to us than Christ God.” Licius then ordered his servants to stone the holy martyrs. But the stones missed the saints and returned to strike those who had thrown them. One stone thrown by Licius hit Agricola in the face, smashing his teeth. The torturers realized that the saints were guarded by some invisible power. In prison, the soldiers spent the night in prayer and again they heard the voice of the Lord comforting them: “He who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live (John 11:25). Be brave and fear not, for you shall obtain imperishable crowns.”

On the following day the judge repeated the interrogation in front of the torturer, but the soldiers remained unyielding.

It was winter, and there was a severe frost. They lined up the holy soldiers, threw them into a lake near the city, and set a guard to prevent them from coming out of the water. In order to break the will of the martyrs, a warm bath-house was set up on the shore. During the first hour of the night, when the cold had become unbearable, one of the soldiers made a dash for the bath-house, but no sooner had he stepped over the threshold, then he fell down dead.

During the third hour of the night, the Lord sent consolation to the martyrs. Suddenly there was light, the ice melted away, and the water in the lake became warm. All the guards were asleep, except for Aglaius, who was keeping watch. Looking at the lake he saw that a radiant crown had appeared over the head of each martyr. Aglaius counted thirty-nine crowns and realized that the soldier who fled had lost his crown.

Aggias then woke up the other guards, took off his uniform and said to them, “I too am a Christian,” and he joined the martyrs. Standing in the water he prayed, “Lord God, I believe in You, in Whom these soldiers believe. Add me to their number, and make me worthy to suffer with Your servants.” Then a fortieth crown appeared over his head.

In the morning, the torturers saw with surprise that the martyrs were still alive, and their guard Aggias was glorifying Christ together with them. They led the soldiers out of the water and broke their legs. During this horrible execution the mother of the youngest of the soldiers, Meliton, pleaded with her son to persevere until death.

They put the bodies of the martyrs on a cart and committed them to fire. Young Meliton was still breathing, and they left him on the ground. His mother then picked up her son, and on her own shoulders she carried him behind the cart. When Meliton drew his last breath, his mother put him on the cart with the bodies of his fellow sufferers. The bodies of the saints were tossed in the fire, and their charred bones were thrown into the water, so that Christians would not gather them up.

Three days later the martyrs appeared in a dream to Saint Peter, Bishop of Sebaste, and commanded him to bury their remains. The bishop together with several clergy gathered up the relics of the glorious martyrs by night and buried them with honor.

There is a pious custom of baking “skylarks” (pastries shaped like skylarks) on this day, because people believed that birds sing at this time to announce the arrival of spring. Forty “skylarks” are prepared in honor of the Forty Martyrs.

The names of the forty martyrs are: Cyrion (or Quirio), Candidus, Domnus, Hesychius, Heraclius, Smaragdus, Eunocius (Or Eunicus), Valens, Vivianus, Claudius, Priscus, Theodulus, Eutychius, John, Xanthius, Helianus, Sisinius, Aggias, Aetius, Flavius, Acacius, Ecdicius, Lysimachus, Alexander, Elias, Gorgonius, Theophilus, Dometian, Gaius, Leontuis, Athanasius, Cyril, Sacerdon, Nicholas, Valerius, Philoctimon, Severian, Chudion, Aglaius, and Meliton.

суббота, 18 февраля 2023 г.

Свое родство и скучное соседство, mы презирать заведомо вольны.

 Осип Мандельштам


Я не слыхал рассказов Оссиана



Я не слыхал рассказов Оссиана,

Не пробовал старинного вина;

Зачем же мне мерещится поляна,

Шотландии кровавая луна?


И перекличка ворона и арфы

Мне чудится в зловещей тишине,

И ветром развеваемые шарфы

Дружинников мелькают при луне!


Я получил блаженное наследство —

Чужих певцов блуждающие сны;

Свое родство и скучное соседство

Мы презирать заведомо вольны.


И не одно сокровище, быть может,

Минуя внуков, к правнукам уйдет,

И снова скальд чужую песню сложит

И как свою ее произнесет.


1914 г.

воскресенье, 5 февраля 2023 г.

Если мы про это забудем, у нас нет будущего!

 





бездарность, безвкусица, безалаберность

 


Как описать наши последние века просвещения (либерализма)? Это бездарность, безвкусица, безалаберность, натуральные плоды безбожности. 


Прекрасный стих почти двухсотлетней давности на эту тему. 


Михаил Лермонтов


Дума


Печально я гляжу на наше поколенье!

Его грядущее — иль пусто, иль темно,

Меж тем, под бременем познанья и сомненья,

В бездействии состарится оно.

Богаты мы, едва из колыбели,

Ошибками отцов и поздним их умом,

И жизнь уж нас томит, как ровный путь без цели,

Как пир на празднике чужом.


К добру и злу постыдно равнодушны,

В начале поприща мы вянем без борьбы;

Перед опасностью позорно малодушны

И перед властию — презренные рабы.

Так тощий плод, до времени созрелый,

Ни вкуса нашего не радуя, ни глаз,

Висит между цветов, пришлец осиротелый,

И час их красоты — его паденья час!


Мы иссушили ум наукою бесплодной,

Тая завистливо от ближних и друзей

Надежды лучшие и голос благородный

Неверием осмеянных страстей.

Едва касались мы до чаши наслажденья,

Но юных сил мы тем не сберегли;

Из каждой радости, бояся пресыщенья,

Мы лучший сок навеки извлекли.


Мечты поэзии, создания искусства

Восторгом сладостным наш ум не шевелят;

Мы жадно бережем в груди остаток чувства —

Зарытый скупостью и бесполезный клад.

И ненавидим мы, и любим мы случайно,

Ничем не жертвуя ни злобе, ни любви,

И царствует в душе какой-то холод тайный,

Когда огонь кипит в крови.

И предков скучны нам роскошные забавы,

Их добросовестный, ребяческий разврат;

И к гробу мы спешим без счастья и без славы,

Глядя насмешливо назад.


Толпой угрюмою и скоро позабытой

Над миром мы пройдем без шума и следа,

Не бросивши векам ни мысли плодовитой,

Ни гением начатого труда.

И прах наш, с строгостью судьи и гражданина,

Потомок оскорбит презрительным стихом,

Насмешкой горькою обманутого сына

Над промотавшимся отцом.


1838 г.