Χριστός ανέστη! Αληθώς ανέστη!
Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen!
ХристосВоскрес! Воистину Воскрес!
Kristus (ir) augšāmcēlies! Patiesi viņš ir augšāmcēlies!
Le Christ est ressuscité! Vraiment Il est ressuscité!
Hristos a înviat! Adevărat a înviat!
Cristo ha resucitado! Verdaderamente, ha resucitado!
Kristos (İsa) dirildi! Gerçekten dirildi!
Christos E Anviat! Adeverat Anviat!
Al-Masih-Qam! Hakkan Qam!
St. George the Great-martyr, the Trophy-bearer and St. Martyr Polychronia mother of St. George the Trophy-bearer
Commemorated on 23 April or on Bright Monday.
George, cutting down all his foes in battles,
Is gladly cut down of his foes by beheading.
On the twenty-third George’s neck was seized
by the brazen blade.
Sermon for St. George’s day May 3, 1981
Anthony Bloom (Metropolitan of Sourozh)
When you look at an icon of St. George you see a man who had the courage, the daring, to confront evil not for his own sake, but for the sake of something greater than he, to confront it face to face at the cost, the possible cost, of his own life. The icons of St. George show us the great knight fighting the dragon, while at the gate of her palace the maiden whom he wishes to save, stands waiting either for his victory or her shame and death. Each of us has got within himself something of which this pure maiden could be a symbol: our integrity, our purity, our uprightness, our wholeness and so many other things that make us akin to the living God. And against all these things the powers of evil are unleashed like the dragon of the icon, ready to devour all this beauty so that nothing is left but death, destruction and defeat — not for us alone, but for God. And within each of us there is the greatness and the generosity, the noble spirit of knighthood that can be aroused to fight for all that is pure, all that is noble, all that is great, both for the sake of its own beauty and for the sake of the Lord to whom it belongs as a bride belongs to the beloved and pure bridegroom.
This image of St. George is a call to all of us: evil is rife, evil is not only rampant around us, it is within us, trying to conquer all beauty and wholeness, and we are called to enter into this fight, to fight that evil be defeated, not only for our own sake, not only for God’s sake, but also for the sake of all those whom evil may poison and destroy. Let us look at this icon, mentally at least if we have not got one actually, in the course of this week and ask ourselves: what is there in us which is standing at the door of the king’s palace, at the gates of the Kingdom of God, ready to enter it if only it be freed from the fetters to which evil has subjected it, if only it would be safe from the destruction which evil is attempting to cast upon it. Let us also look at the evil in us and take a stand like the good knight St. George did, and whether it costs us our life, or whether it costs the defeat of evil, let us enter into the arena, let us fight, and may all that is holy, all that is beautiful, great and noble in us be protected, saved, freed, and enter into the palace, into the Kingdom of the living God who is waiting for us with so much love, so much faith, with a hope unshaken. Amen.Saint Porphyrios the Kapsokalyvite of Milesi and the Joy of the Resurrection
The following story was told by the cardiologist of Elder Porphyrios, Dr. George Papazahos, when he visited the Elder in his cell one Bright Tuesday following Pascha.
I went to see him as a doctor. After the cardiological examination and the usual cardiogram, he asked that I not leave.
I sat on the stool near his bed. His face was shining with joy. He asked me:
“Do you know the hymn which says, ‘Let us celebrate the death of death…?’”
“Yes Elder, I know it.”
I began to say it quickly. “We celebrate the slaying of death, the destroying of hell, the beginning of another way of life that is eternal. And leaping for joy, we sing a hymn to the Cause, the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers.”
“Did you understand it?”
“Of course I understood.” I thought he was asking me about its interpretation.
He made a sudden movement with his hand and told me:
Little George, you didn’t understand anything at all! Listen to what fearful things this hymn says: Christ by His Resurrection did not cross us over a river, a gorge, a canal, a lake, or even the Red Sea. He brought us over an abyss, of which it was impossible for man to cross alone. For centuries we awaited this Pascha, for this passage. Christ brought us from death to life. That’s why today “we celebrate the slaying of death, the destroying of hell.” Death is lost. Do you understand? Today we celebrate ‘the beginning of eternal life’, a life near Him.”
He spoke with enthusiasm and conviction. He was moved. He paused for a moment then continued more loudly: “Now chaos, death, and hades do not exist. Now there is all joy, thanks to the Resurrection of our Christ. Together with Him human nature was resurrected. Now we can be resurrected and live eternally near Him. What happiness is in the Resurrection! ‘And leaping for joy, we celebrate the Cause.’ Have you ever seen the little goats now in the Spring who jump on the grass? They eat a little from their mother and begin to jump again? This is what it means to leap – to jump. This is how we should also jump for unspeakable joy at the Resurrection of our Lord and our own.”
He stopped speaking again. I breathed in a joyous atmosphere. He continued: “Can I give you some advice? In your every sorrow, in your every failure, concentrate for a moment within yourself and say this hymn slowly-slowly. You will see that the greatest thing in your life – and in the life of the whole world – happened. The Resurrection of Christ, our salvation. And you will realize that everything that is upside down which is occurring will seem to you very small to spoil your mood.”
He squeezed my hand saying: “I pray that you leap for joy, looking at the chaos behind you from which the Risen Christ crossed you over, ‘the only blessed of our fathers’. Chant now ‘Christ is Risen!’”
My postscript: Truly, He is Risen!
When you find Christ [in the heart], you are satisfied, you desire nothing else, you find peace. You become a different person. You live everywhere, wherever Christ is. You live in the stars, in infinity, in heaven with the angels, with the saints, on earth with people, with plants, with animals, with everyone and everything. When there is love for Christ, loneliness disappears. You are peaceable, joyous, full. Neither melancholy, not illness, nor pressure, nor anxiety, nor depression nor hell.
When Christ enters your heart, your life changes. Christ is everything. Whoever experiences Christ within himself, experiences ineffable things––holy and sacred things. He lives in exultation…
“You hall love the Lord with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind” (Matt 22:37-8).
Christ is joy, the true light, happiness. Christ is our hope. Our relation to Christ is love, eros, passion, enthusiasm, longing for the divine. Christ is everything. He is our love. He is the object of our desire. This passionate longing for Christ is a love that cannot be taken away. This is where joy flows from.
Imagine that the person you love is Christ, Christ is in your mind, Christ is in your heart, Christ is in your whole being, Christ is everywhere.
When you find Christ, you are satisfied, you desire nothing else, you find peace. You become a different person… Christ is in all your thoughts, in all your actions. You have grace and you can endure everything for Christ.
Whoever experiences Christ within himself, experiences ineffable things––holy and sacred things. He lives in exultation. With Christ as our lover there is no loneliness. We find peace and joy. The thought of Christ permeates everything. We find patience and have endurance of everything.
St. Porphyrios says this longing we have for Christ makes even death seem like a bridge what we can cross in an instant to continue our life in Christ We find ourselves in Christ and Him in us.
Divine craving defeats every pain, and so every pain is transformed and becomes love of Christ. The love of God transforms everything; it sanctifies, amends and changes the nature of everything. (Reference: Wounded by Love, pp 96 -97, 99-100)
St. George the Great-martyr, the Trophy-bearer, the Victorious, the Wonderworker and St. Polychronia mother of St. George the Trophy-bearer and our mother, pray to God for us and help us!
Pray to God for us, that the Light from Pascha illumine our hearts and minds, and our lives through Christ’s redeeming glory and through your intercessions for us. Amen.
Pray to your patron saint! Pray to St. George the Trophy-bearer! Fr. George Calciu
The winner of the trophy of love .St George, the Trophy bearer
The Miracles of Saint George the Trophy-bearer, St. Nikolai Velimirovich
A vision of Saint George the Great Martyr in glory by Theodotus of Ancyra and St.God-loving Emperor Theodosius B’ the New
Troparion of St George (Tone 4):
As the deliverer of captives and the protector of the poor, as the physician of the feeble and combatant of kings, holy champion and great martyr George, intercede with Christ our God to save our souls.
Kontakion of Great Martyr George in the Fourth Tone
Cultivated by God, you became manifest as an honorable tiller gathering for yourself the sheaves of virtue. For you sowed with tears but reaped with gladness; in the contest you competed with your blood and came away with Christ. By your intercessions, O Holy One, all are granted forgiveness of sins.
Fourth Tone. The Original Melody
AS the Saviour’s co-sufferer, * thou didst willingly imitate * His death by
thine own death; and now in majesty * with Him thou reignest, endued
with the most radiant purple robe * wrought of thine own sacred blood, * and
adorned with the sceptre of * thy martyric deeds; and the crown of thy triumphs
doth enhance thee unto ages everlasting, * O thou all-lauded Great Martyr
WITH the breastplate of ardent faith, * with the shield of resplendent grace, with the mighty spear of the Cross girt all about, * thou didst prove to thine enemies to be all-invincible; * as a God-like prince in war, * thou didst vanquish the demon’s troops, and dost dance for joy * with the Angels; and caring for the faithful, thou dost hallow and preserve them, * when they invoke thee, O Martyr George.
WE know thee as a brilliant star * and a sun in the firmament * pouring forth the beams of its far-resplendent light; * and as a son of the day; a goodly pearl of the greatest price; and a brightly shining gem; * as one valiant in martyrdom, * and the champion * of the faithful in perils; thus we praise and glorify thee while observing * thy hallowed feast, O prizewinner George.
AS I voyage upon the sea, * as I journey o’er hill and plain, * as I sleep throughout the night, do thou keep me safe! *As I wake do thou rescue me, all-blessed Great Martyr George; deem me worthy to perform * every day the Lord’s holy will, * so that I may find * in the day of dread judgment the remission of all sins that in my lifetime * I have wrought, who now flee unto thee.
Glory. Plagal of First Tone, By Theophanes
SPRING hath shined forth as the dawn; come, let us celebrate. The
Resurrection of Christ hath appeared in splendour, come, let us be glad. The
memorial of the prizewinner hath been revealed, making the faithful bright with
joy. Come, therefore, O feast lovers, let us mystically keep the festival; for this
man, as a good soldier, bravely defied the tyrants and put them to shame,
becoming an imitator of Christ the Saviour’s Passion. Unto his own clay vessel he
showed no mercy, but cast it naked into the forge, transforming it by means of
torments. Let us cry out to him: O prizewinner George, make entreaty that our
souls be saved.