The Journey Begins

Orthodox Church of the Annunciation, Milwaukee, OR

"I saw Byzantium in a dream, and knew that I would die there."
from 'Byzantium' by Stephen R. Lawhead, p1, Harper Collins ebooks

Has it really been thirteen years? I 
was baptized in the morning
of Great and Holy Saturday, April 18 1998, in the pond of the Church of the Annunciation (OCA) located in Milwaukee, OR. It was quite a cold day that morning but my heart was aflamewith the expectation of things to come.

In 1996 I was living in Tillamook, OR. It was during a rainy day, very late in the fall, when Fr. X, an Episcopalian priest asked me to join him in a conversation he was having with Peter whowas an Orthodox Christian. Peter was not very easy to talk to because he was very grounded in his Orthodox Christian faith,and his confidence was evident. 

I accepted the challenge anyway and the conversation began. I had no idea of what Orthodoxy is. I knew nothing about icons, liturgies, holy tradition, the church fathers etc. So I began to read with earnest. At first, I just wanted to find facts and come
up with arguments to respond to Peter's. But sometime during this search, my motivations changed and I began to wonder if what Peter was telling me was the truth.

During one of my Internet searches I found a painting of an old man whose blue eyes pierced through the core of my being and made me weep. And I could not stop weeping. I had no idea of who this man was. I thought that I had reached a breaking point and that this search for the truth was affecting me in a negative way. 

It did not seem healthy that I should be crying at the mere sight of painting of an old man, So I decided to call Peter and tell him that I would not continue inquiring about Orthodoxy. 

Peter did not seem worried at all, and asked for the name of the name of the file I was looking at. I checked and it was stherman.jpg.

Peter told me; "David there is nothing wrong with you, do you know about icons?". I answered 'no', and he explained that St Herman was a saint. I asked, "is he alive? Can I meet him? Would he talk to me? I have so many questions". Peter then said; "St Herman lived in the 18th century but he is alive in God, and yes he can hear you. Pray to him!" The next Sunday I drove to Portland, OR to attend my first Divine Liturgy at Holy Trinity 
Greek Orthodox Church. Bishop Anthony was present for theordination of a priest.

And the sight of the icons on the wall, the aroma of incense, the lighted candles, the music, prayers and the countenance of the bishop and his priests all reached deep within my soul allowing me to be aware of a part of myself I had never noticed before. I could not understand what I was experiencing
at an intellectual or dogmatic level but within me I knew I was in the presence of the Living God. It was painful to realize how far away from Him I had gone. I was been invited to come home, and I was humbled by the all forgiving, merciful loving-kindness of the One who would receive even me, after so many years of sin.

My discipleship with Fr Dimitry began right away and I was
formally made a catechumen on Great and Holy Monday 1997.
A year later I was received into the Orthodox Church by Fr. Nicholas Letten, who is my father in Christ and the greatest gift that God has ever given me. And as I write this story it is nice to realize that by God's Grace, after so many years,  I have not lost the inspiration and the longing for more, "that I may know
Him (Christ) and the power of His resurrection" Phil. 3:11

Stories That Warm Up The Heart-The Fragrance of Holiness

Patmos- The Cave of The Revelation to St John


The Fragrance Of Holiness

“ Now when He had taken the scroll, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints” Rev. 5:8

An amazing transformation happens in the minds and hearts of those who journey to Mount Athos in pilgrimage. Peace and freedom of cares quiet the soul making it possible to pray. As I walked pass the massive steel gate of the monastery of Philotheou and into the inner courtyard, it was as if I had never left. I could hear my friends, monks S. and D. calling me, but even as I greeted them, my inner being was still. “ Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me”. The words come, continuously and effortlessly, “ Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me” and the world behind me is forgotten.
When the talanton called us to Vespers, I entered the main church and was embraced by the darkness inside. Only a few lamps were lit and in the twilight of the candles, the icons of the saints appeared as living and terrible as an army ready for battle; their faces very holy and radiant but also, imposing in their steadfastness.
I bowed down before the icon of our Panagia, the Sweet Kissing, and thanked Her for bringing me safely to Her Holy Garden. The evening service was already in progress. I took my place among the faithful, as I silently prayed; ”Let my prayer be set before Thee as incense, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” Psalm 141:2 .It was very difficult to move my eyes away from the faces of the Holy Warriors all around me. They seemed to call out with God’s words to Joshua, son of Nun:” Lo! I have commanded thee; be strong and courageous, be neither cowardly nor fearful for the Lord thy God is with thee in all places whither thou goest”. Joshua 1:9
After the evening services, Fr. S. asked me to follow him into the forest. He walked ahead silently until we found ourselves walking on a very narrow path. There was a precipice to our right and to our left a massive stonewall with sharp edges pushing us in the opposite direction and into the precipice. And the sight of the beautiful trees around us was conspiring into making me lose my step. Father S. walked ahead decisively and with confidence. I was not so sure. And without any superfluous words of introduction, the monk started to narrate for me from the lives of saints; “when the moment of death came for a holy monk and he was already experiencing the life to come; a demon appeared to the dying monk saying...now you have vanquished me, you have won. But the holy monk, in humility responded, while I’m still alive, I fear a fall and I will be watchful! And the enemy vanished!” Throughout the duration of my pilgrimage, the urgency and seriousness of Father S.’s warning remained alive in my consciousness.
The next day I visited the osteophilakio with Fr. S. This is the house where all the bones of the departed monks of Philotheou are kept. Among them Fr. S. showed me the skull of Fr. Athanasios who was the brother in the flesh of elder Joseph the Hesychast. I held his skull close to my heart and said a prayer for him. When I realized the significance of what was happening, I could only weep inside. And why is this blessing given to me, that I may hold elder Joseph’s brother in my arms? I cannot fathom these things.
Father D. showed me the garden under his care that day, sometime in the afternoon; after we were done picking green beans. And he told me that insects do not bother his crop. He never has the need to use insecticides so his vegetables are very healthy. Miracles are a way of life in Mount Athos. They are received naturally, without affectation, as the familiar and even expected outcome of daily life. And alongside the extraordinary, the daily routine is lived out in humility and with courage.
And so, I followed the daily schedule expecting the ordinary but praying for a little gift of grace and mercy. Thursday morning, after the Divine Liturgy, monk S. and I left Philotheou and drove to Karyes where we visited a few of the holy sites. Among them, the icon Agion Estin of the Theotokos is now in a small chapel near the Protaton, while restoration of the old church takes place. At St Andrew skete we venerated the skull of the Apostle Andrew that is very fragrant. The aroma seems to penetrate the depths of my being. It is very difficult to walk away. In this skete’s main church there are many icons. Among them, there is an icon of St. Sergios of Radonez that has a piece of the holy man’s coffin in it. There is also an icon of St. Seraphim, which contains a piece of the rock upon which he prayed for many days. Fr. Ephraim explained to us that the rock exploded into many pieces during the glorification of the saint. When we arrived at Vatopaidi it was almost time for vespers. After dinner we venerated some of the wondrous relics of the monastery like the Belt of the Theotokos, a large portion of the Cross, the skulls of St. Gregory the Theologian and St John Chrysostom and the arm of St. Panteleimon. Among the relics are the bones of St. Evdokimos, an unknown holy monk found at the monastery. When the relics were found, they were fragrant and their sanctity was manifest. Later on, the saint appeared in a dream to one of the living monks and revealed his name to be Savva, but he said that he accepted the name given to him by the monastery. While we were at the guesthouse I had the blessing of meeting some pilgrims from Serbia. One of them, a student from Belgrade, showed me a book autographed by Justin Popovich, and offered it to me as a gift, but I thankfully declined.
The next day was Friday and we were in the main church for Matins. During the service, after the 6th ode of the Canon and the Magnificat, a relic of St. Silouan was brought out of the sanctuary in solemn procession, carried by a priest in the midst of incense and chanting. We all bowed to the saint and, one by one, offered our veneration. After Matins, some of us went to the chapel of the Holy Girdle of the Theotokos, for the Divine Liturgy. That morning Fr. S. and I went back to Philotheou. On Saturday, after morning services, I helped the monks pick up and sort out apples. Even priest E. was there carrying baskets full of apples, like everybody else. It was a lot of fun to be there, working with the monks. They looked so content!
Sunday night we had the vigil for the Elevation of the Cross. It lasted over nine hours! And I did not notice! That morning, after the Divine Liturgy, I returned to Thessaloniki. While in Thessaloniki, I revisited some of the places I enjoyed during my previous pilgrimages. Tuesday night I took the midnight express train to Athens. Athens is a modern and vibrant city with an excellent Metro (subway) train system. When I beheld the Acropolis for the first time, I could not believe my eyes! The Parthenon, the theater of Dionysius and all the ancient temples one reads about in history books, were really there, in all their awesome wander! I learned that the Parthenon was used as an Orthodox Church for over a thousand years; much longer than it was a pagan temple.
Not too far from the Plaka is the Church of Panagia Kapnikarea. This is a thousand year old church in the center of Athens. The icons of the church were written (painted) by blessed Photios Kontoglou. Then I walked to the Metropolitan Cathedral where I venerated the relics of St. Philothei of Athens. The bones of the saint are visible through the glass that covers the reliquary. The reliquary of Patriarch Gregory V of Constantinople is there also. He was hanged by the Turks and thrown into the sea, but his relics remained incorrupt and floated. They were rescued and enshrined in the cathedral in Athens, where they can be venerated today.
Then, I walked to a nearby little church where a priest received me. He was very kind and warm and gave me directions on how to get to the church of Papa Nicholas Planas. I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me when I got to the Church of St. John the Baptist, where the relics of the holy priest are. The building is immense and very beautiful. The reliquary of St. Nicholas Planas is in the main hall inside, and the relics are visible through the glass. He appears dressed with the stole of a priest. God has given us great gifts of Grace in His priests. My heart was overwhelmed with a sense of thanksgiving and all I could do at that moment was to pray for all the priests that in one way or another have touched my life, during my sojourn as an Orthodox Christian.
I did not have much time left, before my flight to Cephalonia but I had to go to Nea Makri to venerate St. Ephraim the newly revealed. A very nice old lady helped me take the right bus and asked the driver to drop me off at the park in the center of town. When I got to the monastery of the Annunciation, I heard a loud growl coming from a chapel by the main gate. A service of exorcism was being done on behalf of a poor woman possessed by a demon that was speaking through her with a male voice. It broke my heart to see her like this. It was also very frightening.
Next to the main church there is a small building that houses the remains of the tree from which the saint was hanged. Near by, there is also a water fountain that has healing properties. When I entered the main church I walked a few steps down and to the left, where the dwelling of the saint is preserved. The reliquary of St. Ephraim is in the nave, to the right of the church entrance and it is beautiful. It is made of carved wood with a glass cover through which the relics are clearly visible. And I was in tears as I begged the saint to free the demon-possessed woman from her torment. I will never forget the sound of her lament.
That very night, I boarded a plane to the island of Cephalonia. In the city of Argostoli, by the sea; I was able to find a very cozy little room where to spend the night. Next morning, after visiting the town’s church, I took a bus to the town of Omala. And what a nice road trip that was! The island is an earthly paradise, with wide canopy trees and flowers everywhere I looked. When I arrived to the Monastery of St Gerasimos, I was surprised to see a newly built church at the entrance of the monastery, which is dedicated to the saint. I walked inside and spent quite sometime venerating the newly painted icons adorning the murals of the cathedral. There were signs of work in progress all around, and the murals! Oh! I was speechless, what beauty, what holiness! Nothing less than holy Tradition portrait in egg tempera and gold!
St Gerasimos lived in the sixteenth century and was of noble lineage, of the Notaras family. After becoming a monk at the skete of St. Anne in Mt Athos, he traveled to Jerusalem where Patriarch Germanos of Jerusalem ordained him priest. Later he traveled back to his homeland, Greece, where he settled in the island of Cephalonia. There he founded a convent and restored the Church of the Dormition of the Theotokos. There he lived a holy life and reposed in the Lord. The saint is particularly known because of the healing he offers to the demon-possessed.
While remembering his life, I walked passed the oak tree planted by the saint and into the little Church of the Dormition, where St. Gerasimos awaits the day of resurrection. The church is built over the two-room cave where St Gerasimos lived. I descended into the cave and wandered how could anyone live in that damp and desolate place!
When I climbed the ladder back to the main nave of the church, I had the opportunity to meet Fr. Panagiotis, who is the priest of the monastery. He asked for my name so he could remember me during the supplicatory service to St Gerasimos. The service was about to begin. Within moments the abbess came and opened the reliquary, so that we could venerate the relics directly. While the priest chanted prayers for all of us, I made a prostration and with great awe and reverence approached the holy one that layed before my eyes. He was intact and very fragrant! As I kissed his epitrachelion (stole), I reached and touched his hand. It was warm and soft! And this is the power of the resurrection! Our Lord Jesus Christ is risen! And the bodies of His saints, though sleeping, already show signs of the life of the age to come!
And while the priest censed the sacred place, the words of Malachi the prophet were fulfilled:” For from the rising of the sun, even to its going down, My name shall be great among the Gentiles; In every place incense shall be offered to My name, And a pure offering; For My name shall be great among the nations, Says the LORD of hosts.” Malachi 1:11

A pilgrimage to Greece
By David R. 2004