Χριστὸς Ἀνέστη! Ἀληθῶς Ἀνέστη!
Christ is Risen! Truly He is Risen!
ХристосВоскрес! Воистину Воскрес!
ქრისტეაღსდგა! ჭეშმარიტადაღსდგა!
Kristos (İsa) dirildi! Gerçekten dirildi!
Al-Massih-Qam! Hakkan Qam!
Stand for the reading of the Synaxarion.
Synaxarion
On May 13 we commemorate the holy Martyr Glyceria of Trajanopolis.(c. 138-161)
On this day Saint Laodicius the prisonguard was perfected in martyrdom by the sword.(c. 138-161)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Pausicacus, Bishop of Synnada. (606)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Sergius the Confessor, father of Saint Photius the Great. (c. 829-842)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Gamaliel the Elder, Teacher of The Law, Pharisee (mid-1st century)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Theoctistus from Tekoa, Palestine
On this day the holy Hieromartyr Alexander, Bishop of Tiberiani, was perfected in martyrdom by the sword.
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Euthymius the New(1028), Founder of the sacred Monastery of Iveron and his father John the Iberian(998), and George their kinsman(1065);, reposed in peace.
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Saint Gabriel the Iberian, who heard the divine voice of the holy Mother of God, and took from the sea her wonderworking Icon of the Portal, reposed in peace. (10th century)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Martyrs, the monks of Iveron Monastery who censured the Latin-minded Emperor Michael Paleologus and the Patriarch John Beccus, died when they were thrown into the sea. (c. 1259-1280)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Nicephorus, Presbyter of the Monastery of Ephapsis.
Our Father among the Saints Servatius, Bishop of Tongres in the Netherlands.
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Father Macarius of Glushitsa, Vologda (1480)
On this day we also commemorate our righteous Glyceria the Virgin, of Novgorod. (1522)
Repose of Rassophore Monk John, of St. Nilus of Sora Monastery (1863)
Hieromartyrs Basil Sokolov, Alexander Zaozersky, and Christopher Nadezhdin, Macarius Telegin, and Martyr Sergius Tikhomirov (1922)
On this day we also commemorate the Holy New Martyrs and Confessors of Russia: Ekaterina Andrianova, Nikolay Bashlyaev, Pavel Bryantsev, Mikhail Lyarga (Lyargo), Makariy (Voskresensky Mikhail Fedorovich), Dmitry Makarov, Ardalion Popov, Ivan Shafranov , who suffered and received crowns of martyrdom from the godless satanic authorities of communism in Russia.
The holy Righteous Martyr Macarius of Kanev, Archimandrite of Ovruch.
Synaxarion From Pentecostarion
On Monday of St. Thomas we celebrate the Synaxis of Panagia Voithia (the Helper) in Chios
On this day, the miraculous holy icon of Panagia Chrysafitissa of Monemvasia
On this day, Memory of New Martyrs Anastasius of Paramythia in Epirus (1750)
saint Alexei Gnevushev of Bortsurmany
Many years ago in the village of Bortsurmany (Simbirsk Province, Kurmysh region) lived the righteous elder-priest, Fr. Alexis.
A multitude of people came to him from all quarters. Word of his righteous and God-pleasing life spread far and wide. Whoever came to him was received with love. The doors to his home were always open to the rich and poor alike. The sick and suffering came to him, with all kinds of woes, misfortunes and needs, and no one left without help, advice and consolation.
His whole life was dedicated to God and neighbor, and it was truly laborious and holy. He was at all times in ceaseless prayer, devoid of malice and rich in good deeds. He prayed not only during the day, but also at night, tirelessly and unceasingly, never giving himself bodily rest, until his very death. As a reward for his righteousness, God gave him the gifts of clairvoyance and healing. St. Seraphim, the wonderworker of Sarov, valued his podvig of prayer very highly, and respected him as a great ascetic and God-pleaser. St. Seraphim never met Fr. Alexis, but knew him well through his holy clairvoyance and said of him, “This man with his prayers is like a candle lit before the throne of God. Behold a toiler who, not having taken the monastic vows, stands higher than many monastics. He is like a star burning upon the Christian horizon.” When people came to him from Fr. Alexis’ locale, St. Seraphim would always send them back, humbly assuring them that they had their own fervent intercessor and man of prayer before God, the priest of the village of Bortsurmany—Fr. Alexis, who was no lower than himself, Seraphim.
During the French invasion in 1812, Fr. Alexis prayed at the Liturgy that the Lord would grant Russia victory over her enemy. Suddenly he saw an angel, sent to him by God, who told him that the heavenly powers had moved to Russia’s side, the enemy would be overcome, and that all of Russia would rejoice.
One day at the Liturgy, Fr. Alexis heard heavenly singing and saw the Lord Himself, who directed him to feed His flock, “Feed My sheep, feed My chosen ones, attend to My flock. For I have set you over the flock on my holy mountain and made you a guardian of the Church.”
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“Dead Shall Be Raised”
saint Alexei Gnevushev of Bortsurmany
by Archpriest N. Deputatov
Very Few Know of Fr. Alexei Cnevushev and the miracIe worked through his intercession. Prince Zhevakhov, assistant to the oberprocurator of the Holy Synod, speaks of this miracuIous event in his Memoirs. He himself learned of it at the Optina Hermitage, where the oral account of Hieromonk Pamvo of Optina had been recorded. At the time, the ccntemporary press made no mention of this occurrence; but, of course, it was not the sort of thing one advertised. lt was known throughout the Volga region. AII the inhabitants of Bortsurmany knew of it as self-evident fact, and the surrounding viIIages knew of it as well. As for Fr. Alexei Gnevushev, his fame had already spread throughout the length and breadth of Russiä.
Fr. Alexei Gnevushev was the priest of the village of Bortsurmany in the Kurmysh district of the province of Simbirsk. He reposed in the year 1848. So many miracles took place at his grave that the parishioners of that village petotioned the Holy Synod, requesting that Fr. Alexei be canonized and numbered among the saints. This would certainly have been done were it not for the Revolution, which completely disrupted our normal way of life. Evidently, it was the parishioners of that village petitioned the Holy Synod, reguesting shev that prompted Prince Zhevakhov to initiate a thorough inquest into the life of Fr. Alexei — an investigation which led to the fact of the boy’s resurrection. Even during Fr. Alexei’s lifetime, St. Seraphim, Wonderworker of Sarov, spoke of Fr. Alexei, saying: “Behold, a toiler who, not having taken monastic vows, stands higher than many ascetics. Like a star he sheds his light up on the horizon of Christianity.” And that great and holy hierarch Theophan teaches: “Where all is divine and all is God, there is our place, our order, our paradise… God Himself descends to us …, and where Cod is, there is blessedness,” there is life, there is victory over death.
A twelve-year old boy died in Fr. Alexei’s parish. During his lifetime this child was quite special, and the grace of God rested upon him. lndeed, he was born an angel, and everyone considered him such. Wherever he would go, he brought peace with him. He would run up to a cottage where a heated argument or quarrel was in progress and stand silently on the steps, uttering not a word to anyone … But from his luminous eyes a heavenly light would scintillate in all directions. No sooner would the quarrelers notice him, than the argument would immediately die down; and as soon as all was calm again, he would smile and run off somewhere else. People noticed that he did not run aimlessly or to anyone at random, but appeared where fights and arguments were in progress. They also noticed that all that was neecfed for peace to be restored was for the boy to show himself. Thus, they’ called him their angel. And indeed he was quite angelic in appearance. Colden curls hung down over his shoulders; his eyes were large and blue; when he smiled, he glowed. His parents, simple peasant folk, doted over him, and all in the village loved him immensely, even more than their own sons.
It happened that some great festival was held in the village, and on this occasion the peasant men drank heavily and to excess. The revelry spread throughout the whole village and ended, as often happens, in general debauchery. At that time, the boy fell seriously ill and after a few days, died. When this news spread through the village, only then did the peasants sober up, and such a wail was raised that it was as if there had been ns liquor. Everyone blamed himself for the boy’s death and considered it a punishment for his wretched profligacy. The old women wailed and lamented, and the whole village, gathering round the house of the boy’s parents, repented before God for its transgression.
The boy lay in his coffin as if alive, a smile upon his lips. His body was a silent reproach for the peasants. Some would come to gaze at him, and leave the cottage in tears; others hung their heads, uttering deep sighs.
They did not bury him for a full week, until the signs of decay were already visible and greenish blotches appeared on his hands. Then they bore the coffin to the church, and Fr. Alexei Gnevushev began the funeral service. The priest could barely serve or the chanters sing because of the weeping and lamentation. It was 5 o’clock before it came time to approach the body for the last kiss. To describe what was taking place in the church is nearly impossible. Everyone was blaming himself for the child’s death; the countenance of those that had been drinking and fighting moved one to an almost heart-rending pity. (It has always been a trait of the Russian’s character that if he commits a sin and comes to a realization of it, he repents with a depth of feeling and sincerity to match the gravity of his offense.)
Fr. Alexei stood in the sanctuary before the altar, hands raised on high to Heaven, and with the greatest boldness cried out to God in a voice audible throughout the church: “My God, my God! Thou seest that I have not the strength within me to give this boy the last kiss! Do not allow me, an old man, Thy slave and priest, to leave this church in disgrace, for the enemy of mankind will make mock of me, Thy servant, for interrupting this service in my weakness. But it is beyond my strength. Attend unto the groans of Thy repentant people; give heed to the sufferings of the hearts of these parents; hearken unto my request — the petition of an elderly priest: Deprive us not of Thine own, whom Thou didst give unto us for our correction, for our instruction, for the glorification of Thy holy name. Hast Thou not said, O Lord, that Thou wilt grant us all that we ask of Thee with faith? Was it not Thou, O merciful One, that said to us: ’Ask, and it shall be given unto you …’? O God, Thou Righteous One, in this church there is not one that is able to approach this boy for the last kiss. I am an old man; I, too, have not the strength … O our God, have mercy on us! Hearken unto us, our Lord and God …” And suddenly all was quiet in the sanctuary.
A short time passed and the priest fell to his knees before the altar and cried out with a loud voice: “Yea, Lord, yea … but raise up this boy, for all things are possible for Thee. Thou art our Lord, the Ruler of all … I ask not in my pride, but in humility …”
And as during a rainstorm a crack of thunder follows the blinding flash of lightning, so, in reply to the cry of the aged priest sprawled at the foot of the altar, a piercing shout rang out in the church. Chancing back, the priest saw that the boy was sitting up in the coffin, gazing around in all directions. As soon as the priest saw that the child was sitting in the coffin, he fell again to his knees before the altar and, quietly weeping, began to thank God for the miracle. Then, leaning on the arm of the deacon, he approached the coffin in silence. Around the coffin reigned an indescribable pandemonium.
With difficulty the priest forced his way through the crowd to the coffin, took the boy in his arms, carried him into the sanctuary and, falling to his knees, set him on a chair. Kneeling, he communed the child with the Holy Mysteries, for he himself could no longer stand, so great was the shock. Afterwards, he gave the risen boy back to his parents, who took him home.
Fr. Alexei, however, did not leave the church at that time, but had a chair placed in the middIe of the church and served a moleben to the Savior and read the akathist hymn to the Theotokos. Because of extreme shock and emotion, he was not able to leave the church on his own, and had to be carried home on the same chair and put to bed, where he lay for about a week.
After this Miracle, Batiushka Alexei lived for three more years. The child lived for six more years after his miraculous resurrection, dying at the age of eighteen.
Such is the power of prayer. Such is the real boldness before God that a true pastor has.
The world makes a great deal of noise, loudly proclaiming its scientific achievements, but firmly stops up its ears until hopelessly deaf when reminded of the power and immense significance of prayer to Cod.
Translated from : Knowledge of God : The Experience of Orthodox Contemplation (Platina, Calif. : St. Herman Brotherhood, 1975) , pp. 34-38.
*On April 21 we commemorate our righteous Father Alexis Gnevushev of Bortsurmany
Apolytikion of Panagia Voithia in Chios
Numerous monastics praise you with songs, the patroness and protectress of the world, you are the source of all sorts of miracles granted to us by the treasured icon of the Theotokos, to her we all cry out: Rejoice the hope of those who honor you, rejoice our boast, rejoice whose grace and name is our Helper.
Apolytikion for a Martyr in the Fourth Tone
Thy Martyr, O Lord, in his courageous contest for Thee received the prize of the crowns of incorruption and life from Thee, our immortal God. For since he possessed Thy strength, he cast down the tyrants and wholly destroyed the demons’ strengthless presumption. O Christ God, by his prayers, save our souls, since Thou art merciful.
Apolytikion
You put to shame the errors of the impious, bravely shedding your blood on behalf of Christ God through the pains of your contest. Wherefore having received an incorruptible crown, intercede to the Lord, Anastasios, Martyr, to rescue us from various circumstances.
Troparion of St Glyceria Tone 4
Thy ewe-lamb Glyceria crieth out to Thee with a loud voice, O Jesus:/ “I love Thee, O my Bridegroom,/ and, seeking Thee, I pass through many struggles:/ I am crucified and buried with Thee in Thy baptism,/ and suffer for Thy sake, that I may reign with Thee;/ I die for Thee that I might live with Thee./ As an unblemished sacrifice accept me,/ who sacrifice myself with love for Thee// By her supplications save Thou our souls, in that Thou art merciful.
Troparion of St Glyceria Tone 4
Your lamb Glyceria, calls out to You, O Jesus, in a loud voice: / “I love You, my Bridegroom, and in seeking You I endure suffering. / In baptism I was crucified so that I might reign in You, / and I died so that I might live with You. / Accept me as a pure sacrifice, / for I have offered myself in love.” / Through her prayers save our souls, since You are merciful.
Troparion of St Glyceria Tone 3
Let us honour Christ’s fair virgin who excelled in the struggle of contest./ She trampled on the serpent although she was weak in the flesh./ For love of Christ she despised her torments and was therefore glorified by God./ Let us cry to her:/ Rejoice, O blessed Glyceria.
Apolytikion of St Glyceria Tone 3
Let us honor the beautiful virgin of Christ, who excelled in the pain of contest. She trampled on the serpent although she was weak in the flesh. For love of Christ she despised her torments and was therefore glorified by God. Let us cry to her: Rejoice, O blessed Glykeria.