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My father taught me not to fret about the loss of worldly goods, Saint Silouan the Athonite

Saint Silouan the Athonite

There is no method to raise a child to be a Saint, for God alone gives the grace that results in the mystery of such wonderful lives.

ΣΕΡΓΙΟΣ Ραντονεζ_saint Sergius of Radonezh_ Се́ргий Ра́донежский __i4738-icon-middleLet us not be distressed over the loss of worldly goods, such losses are a small matter. My own father taught me this early in life. When some misfortune happened at home, he would remain serene. When our house caught fire and the neighbors said, ‘Ivan Petrovich, your house is burnt down!’ he replied, ‘With God’s help I’ll build it up again.’ Once we were walking along the side of our field, and I said, ‘Look, they’re stealing our sheaves!’ ‘Aye, son,’ he answered me, ‘the Lord has given us corn and to spare, so if anyone steals it, it means he’s in want.’ Another day I said to him, ‘You give a lot away to charity, while some who are better off than we are give far less.’ To which he replied, ‘Aye, son, the Lord will provide.’ And the Lord did not confound his hope… Recalling such incidents from his life at home, the Staretz would add,
That is the sort of staretz I would like to have. He never got angry, was always even-tempered and humble.

This excerpt is from the Saint Silouan the Athonite by Archimandrite Sophrony ,(Tolleshunt Knights, Essex: Patriarchal and Stavropegic Monastery of St. John the Baptist, 1991), St. Vladimir’s Seminary Press (February 1999)

There is no better way to teach a child Christianity than to actually live it – truly and from the heart. You cannot teach what you do not live. https://blogs.ancientfaith.com/glory2godforallthings/2008/08/31/raising-a-saint/


Abba Hyperichius said,” Truly wise, is he who teaches, not with words, but with his life.”

A desert elder set off for the nearest village to sell his baskets. On the road that he was going down, the devil found him and, out of the intense malice he had toward the elder, snatched the baskets from his hands and disappeared. The elder, without being at all upset, raised his eyes to heaven and said, “I thank you, my God, that you have relieved me of my burden and the trouble of going down to the village.” Then the devil, not suffering the calmness of the hermit, threw the baskets in his face, shouting: “Take them back, old man.”
The monk gathered them up again and continued on his way to the village.

Another wise Father compares one who teaches only with words, without doing works, with trees which have leaves, but bear no fruit.



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