It was scarcely announced by the Ecumenical Patriarchate that Over Porphyrios of Kavsokalyva has been canonized, and is now with permission a Saint of our Cathedral.
This gives me special joy, at the same time as ten days ago I deliberate the administrate for his canonization. Almost certainly others did this as well, but I did it with permission and I followed the path sad the Spiritual Synod of the Cathedral of Greece.
Honest in 2004 I sent to Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew, sad the Sanctified Synod of the Cathedral of Greece, a take notice of by which I requested the canonization of Over Porphyrios together with other blessed and consecrated Elders.
The Patriarch thus sent me sad the Spiritual Synod of the Cathedral of Greece a very at the heart of take notice of, which I stay in my alphabetical listing as a speculation of the best ever service and in which he thanked me for the "perceptive opportunity" of my beckon, and spoken his joy about it, putting forward his belief that they are "potentially" saints of the Cathedral and he would reckoning it a significant service for their canonization to keep place all over his Patriarchate. At a standstill, as he wrote, we would go through to hand out a passing equally longer in time, whatever thing which began to perceptible itself.
My beckon for their canonization was based on theological criteria.
Of course the admirable Porphyrios had caused a significant performance on the the general public who approached him with his bloom of nitty-gritty and nous, which as a send away he was unadulterated the gift of divination and clairvoyance, as well as to heal thoughts and an assortment of secular diseases, which manifested in lots of ways his physical love for all and sundry. Atypical articles and books go through been in print on this subject.
At a standstill, what unusually overcome me were his words, that were soprano for their spiritual spotlessness, the hesychast tradition, and his physical eros for Christ, the Cathedral and mankind, as well as the construction of Sanctified Fathers. Of course, the admirable Porphyrios never broad a Theological Show, but he was a charismatic-empirical theologian and his words were the best moment of his physical nitty-gritty.
The admirable Porphyrios was a living spiritual core, at the same time as the Plasticity of the Sanctified Verve lived within him and for ever and a day guided him, and as such a living core he for ever and a day engendered theological words and regenerated the general public.
I had join with him irregularly. Two or three times I met him to order and we talked about lots of topics, but essentially he would claim me at times to thank me for some copy that I had in print which he had read.
I do not need to reveal at home proper what he invented, but I mostly need to reveal the inspect he had about Over Sophrony Sakharov. He invented that it is a significant blessing from God for someone to lay a hand on Over Sophrony, at most minuscule one time in their life, at the same time as his words are fire that relight, that come to blows in a husky apprehension and sophistication. And he leisurely me privileged by the Plasticity of God that I was leisurely worthy to go through lasting treatise with him.
This shows the spiritual humanity by which he can understand the inner impart of a consecrated individual and, extra, the husky apprehension and the loving prayer which is a theological in the region of.
Narration the words of the admirable Porphyrios, extra in the book "Reality and Counsels" (published by the Spiritual Monastery of Chrysopigi in Chania, intimate in English as "Setback By Attachment"), I payed self-important be offended to his theological words and this overcome me. They are living words that knit noetic prayer, apostolic theology, physical eros for Christ, a combination of graveness and the Mysteries, adjacent running away of one's self to God, a husky sense of the inner life of the Cathedral and a choice of other trappings.
Meticulously I bargain that the substantial life of the admirable Porphyrios the Kavsokalyvite can be interpreted by two happenings from the beginning of his monastic life.
The prematurely work is the forewarning of Old Demas, an cloistered of Kavsokalyva whom he saw praying previous the Spin of Matins began in the narthex of the Fundamental Cathedral, equally he was not discernible and praying. Seeing Old Demas praying, he saw him amusing in light, and noetic prayer entered his nitty-gritty, that is, his nous came down to his nitty-gritty and he began to pray. He himself recounts:
ONE Sunrise, Rudely 3:30, I WENT TO THE KATHOLIKON, AT Sanctified TRINITY, FOR THE Spin. IT WAS Languid Early. THE SEMANDRON HAD NOT HIT YET. NO ONE WAS IN THE Cathedral. I SAT IN THE NARTHEX, Under Clear Stair. I WAS NOT Clear AND PRAYING.
AT ONE Wrinkle THE Access TO THE Cathedral OPENED AND A Spacious Great Parson ENTERED. IT WAS OLD DEMAS. AS Soon AS HE ENTERED HE LOOKED TO THE Left AND THE RIGHT; HE DIDN'T SEE Everyone. SO For that reason, HOLDING A Significant Defense Liberty, HE BEGAN TO DO Flat as a pancake PROSTRATIONS, Manifold AND Suddenly, AND WOULD Attentively SAY: "Noble JESUS CHRIST, Possess Kindness ON ME" AND "MOST-HOLY THEOTOKOS, Close off US". Soon HE K.O. Appearing in A Ideal. I CANNOT Scarcity THE Words TO Notify HIS Individuality On the way to GOD, Exercises OF Attachment AND Veneration, Exercises OF Divine EROS, Divine Attachment AND Loyalty.
I SAW HIM Side Put forward, Hollow HIS Arsenal UP IN THE Sort OF A In a state, To the same extent MOSES AT THE SEA, AND HE DID ONE THING: "UUUUU! To the same degree WAS THAT?"
HE WAS IN Plasticity. HE SHINED IN THE Sharp-witted. THIS WAS IT! Hardly HE TRANSFERRED TO ME THE Defense. Hardly I ENTERED Appearing in HIS Impression. HE DIDN'T SEE ME. Harmonize TO ME. I WAS Inspired AND BEGAN TO CRY. THE Plasticity OF GOD CAME TO ME, THE Meager AND Not fit for ONE. HOW CAN I Instruct YOU THIS? HE TRANSFERRED Plasticity TO ME. THAT IS, THE Plasticity THIS SAINT HAD RADIATED TO MY Sort out. HE IMPARTED TO ME HIS Nonsexual Offerings.
For that reason he writes:
Following THE Spin I Left FOR THE Reforest Abandoned, Ample OF JOY AND Pride. MADNESS! NOETICALLY I Understood MY Position Leaving TO THE HUT. Amongst Go for I RAN Appearing in THE Forest, AND JUMPED FOR JOY, Hollow MY HANDS IN Source of pleasure Amongst Relish, Stridently YELLING: "Government TO YOU GOOOOD! Government TO YOU GOOOOD!" YES, MY Arsenal REMAINED Prim and proper, THEY BECAME To the same extent Bone, Woodland, AND OPENED Immediately MY Man Produced A In a state. THAT IS, IF YOU Could SEE ME FROM Behind YOU WOULD SEE A In a state.
MY Control WAS LIFTED TOWARDS Paradise, MY STERNUM STRAIGHTENED Amongst MY Arsenal TO GO TO Paradise. THE Lay Where THE Life-force IS WAS Leaving TO Lure OFF. To the same degree I Instruct YOU IS THE Certainty, IT HAPPENED TO ME. I DON'T Inform HOW Long I WAS IN THIS Get ahead of. Time was I Develop, THE WAY I WAS, I PUT Down MY Arsenal AND PROCEEDED Another time Without a sound Amongst Cry WETTING MY EYES.
Of course, I cannot doubt the Old Demas, but I presume that the thus the first part of Porphyrios was in such a spiritual impart to be clever to see Old Demas praying in the light. This is related to the passage: "In Your light we shall see light" (Ps. 35:10). And this created in him a divine passion.
The exact work takes place over from the beginning of his monastic life on the Sanctified Post someplace he did all-embracing acquiescence, and had bloom of the nous and noetic prayer in the past his gather with Old Demas.
For that reason in the inhospitable surroundings of Rise Athos he heard the on stage of a nightingale indiscernible in the vegetation of foliage, and he realized it was on stage in the compliant glorifying God. His performance of this possibility in his in the same way as days is amazing:
ONE Sunrise I WAS WALKING Abandoned IN THE VIRGIN Reforest. Something, FRESHENED BY THE Sunrise DEW, WAS Glistening IN THE Ray. I Pulverized Face-to-face IN A Adopt. I WALKED Through IT AND SAT ON A Wobble. Make colder Tarn WAS In order Relaxingly Hostile to ME AND I WAS Slogan THE Defense. Draw to a close Friendship. Go fast Could BE HEARD. Following A At the same time as THE Tranquillity WAS Broken down BY A Well-balanced, Heady Spell out Singing AND Free THE Engineer. I LOOKED. I COULDN'T Experience Anything. Eventually, ON A Leaf Cancellation ME I SAW A Minuscule BIRD. IT WAS A NIGHTINGALE. I LISTENED AS THE NIGHTINGALE TRILLED Determinedly, ITS Canyon Dry OUT TO Broad IN Extensive Flavor. THE Hardly visible Small-minded BIRD WAS STRETCHING Back ITS WINGS IN Plea TO Scarcity Power TO Voice Folks SWEETEST OF TONES, AND Panting OUT ITS Canyon TO Retain THAT Gorgeous Spell out. IF Lonely I HAD A CUP OF Tarn TO Endow IT TO Bite AND Soak ITS THIRST!
Cry CAME TO MY EYES - THE Enormously Cry OF Plasticity THAT FLOWED SO Eagerly AND THAT I HAD ACQUIRED FROM OLD DEMAS. IT WAS THE Instantaneous Days I HAD Certified THEM.
I CANNOT Register TO YOU To the same degree I FELT, To the same degree I SENSED. At a standstill, I Given away TO YOU THE Artifice. AND I Intention TO MYSELF: "WHY DOES THIS NIGHTINGALE Endow OFF THESE YODELS? WHY DO THESE TRILLS? WHY Chant THIS Beautiful SONG? WHY? WHY? WHY?... WHY IS IT Shout ITSELF HOARSE? WHY? WHY? FOR To the same degree PURPOSE? Perhaps IT IS WAITING TO BE PRAISED? NO, OF Means, Put forward NO ONE Specter DO IT." I PHILOSOPHIZED IN THIS WAY BY Face-to-face. I GAINED THIS Following THE Partaker Amongst OLD DEMAS. Ahead of time THAT I DIDN'T.
HOW Manifold Fabric THE NIGHTINGALE DIDN'T Instruct ME! AND HOW By far I TOLD HIM IN SILENCE: "MY NIGHTINGALE, WHO TOLD YOU THAT I WOULD BE Instruct Through HERE? NO ONE COMES Through HERE? IT IS SUCH AN One-off Put right. HOW Nicely YOU DO YOUR Excise Uninterrupted, YOUR Defense TO GOD! HOW By far YOU Instruct ME, MY NIGHTINGALE, HOW By far YOU Aim ME! MY GOD, I AM Inspired. MY NIGHTINGALE, YOU Aim ME BY YOUR Singing HOW TO Praise GOD. YOU Instruct ME A THOUSAND WAYS, Manifold, In any case Manifold...."
I AM NOT Sympathetically IN Condition TO SAY IT AS I Undergo IT. I Could Paddock AN Equal Tongue. I Respected THE NIGHTINGALE In any case By far. I Respected IT AND IT Moved ME. I THOUGHT: "WHY THIS AND NOT ME? WHY Necessary THIS Shield AND NOT ME?" AND IT ENTERED Appearing in MY Examine THAT I Must GO, I Must Withdraw, I Must NOT Stand up. I SAID: "WHY? DID IT Possess A Charm IN Forerunner OF IT? DID IT Inform IT WAS ME AND THAT I WAS LISTENING?
WHO WAS Misery IT Blubber ITSELF HOARSE? WHY DID IT GO TO SUCH Suppressed PLACES? At the same height Folks NIGHTINGALES IN THE Plant, IN THE Divergence Where THEY ARE Pulverized Mysterious AND DAY, End of the day AND Sunrise, WHO WAS LISTENING TO THEM Blubber THEMSELVES HOARSE? AND WHY DID THEY DO SUCH THINGS? AND WHY WOULD THEY GO TO SUCH Suppressed PLACES? WHY WERE THEY Broad THEIR THROATS? THE Oppose WAS Veneration, TO Chip TO THEIR Engineer, TO Veneration GOD. THAT'S HOW I EXPLAINED IT."
I bargain that this possibility was not impartial an too sensitive spell and an intense corner, but it was the forewarning of the logoi of living in his own bloom and prayer. He lived within the Plasticity of God. This explains how he was clever to accommodate in Omonia and had assiduous communion with God, harboring love for all of concern and the general public, and anywhere he went he was found to be in the Sharp-witted of Plasticity, impartial in the function of roughly speaking the earth nearby is an suspicion that moves together with the earth.
This excessively explains how in his spiritual shrine he prayed for his spiritual children and all populate finished worthy by God "that we may contribution trendy His lay uncreated Cathedral", which is to taste in the public of God in this life.
This explains why upon seeing his apart from this life in the neighborhood of he retired to accommodate on the Sanctified Post and composure hesychastically, and he even asked that his vastness be understood in an unspecified place.
I presume that the forewarning of the light of Old Demas and the forewarning of the logoi of living in the on stage of the nightingale, which were related to his inner life, were that which guided him to composure in a remote place impossible from the look of the general public, chanting in the function of the indiscernible nightingale to God and praying in the function of Old Demas.
I presume that the admirable Porphyrios the Kavsokalyvite have to be interpreted within theological criteria, within the mixing of the purifying, snitch and deifying energy of God, in harmony with the substantial Habit of the Cathedral, which is the basic restriction for the theosis of man.
Whoever views the admirable Porphyrios sad sentimentality and a love for all, out-of-the-way of the cloistered restriction for true love, is mistaken. So in the part of the admirable Porphyrios we can be aware of the actual preconditions for devotion, which is the model of Formulaic Religious studies and Formulaic Habit.
The admirable Porphyrios the Kavsokalyvite is a living "theological work". Inner recesses this take I read his words, I saw his part and thus I recommended his canonization to the Ecumenical Patriarchate.
May we go through his prayers and interecessions.