You carefully collect the tears of the righteous, and with them You rejuvenate worlds

Are there days gone by, O man, to which you would wish to return? They all attracted you like silk, and now remain behind you like a cobweb. Like honey they greeted you, like stench you bade them farewell. All were totally filled with illusion and sin.

See how all the pools of water in the moonlight resemble mirrors; and how all the days that were lit up with your levity resemble mirrors. But as you stepped from one day to the next, the false mirrors cracked like thin ice, and you waded through the water and mud. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »

Prove it to yourself

Prayers by the Lake by St Nikolai Velimirovic

Prayer XCIII

The One wished for has come, and will come again, and yet you ask: “Who will prove to us that He is God?”

I shall ask you, somber brethren, and you respond to what I ask: “If you were to have God come to earth, in what form would you wish to see Him?”

“We should wish to see Him as a man, fairer than all the sons of men, mightier than all the sons of men in word and mightier than all the sons of men in deed. We should wish to see Him as an exceedingly handsome prince; not haughty but as meek as a lamb; someone who would come under our roofs, eat and drink with us, and share everything in common with us except our weakness and sin.”

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Prayer XV- St. Nikolai Velimirovic


White doves fly over my blue lake, like white angels over the blue heaven. The doves would not be white nor would the lake be blue, if the great sun did not open its eye above them.

O my heavenly Mother, open Your eye in my soul, so that I may see what is what–so that I may see who is dwelling in my soul and what sort of fruits are growing in her.

Without Your eye I wander hopelessly through my soul like a wayfarer in the night, in the night’s indistinguishable gloom. And the wayfarer in the night falls and picks himself up, and what he encounters along the way he calls «events.»  MORE… Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »

Prayer XIV- St. Nikolai Velimirovic


What is clothing worth, if there is no body to clothe? What is the body worth, if the soul is not covered with it? What is the soul worth, If You do not keep vigil in it, like fire in ashes?

My clothing is smoke and ashes, if my body does not give it value. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »

Prayer XIII- St. Nikolai Velimirovic


You do not ask much of me, my love. Indeed, people ask more.

I am wrapped in a thick wrapping of nonexistence that covers the eyes of my soul. You only ask my soul to take off her misty wrapping and open her eyes to You, my might and my truth. People ask my soul to wrap herself more and more thickly with heavier and heavier wrappings. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »

Prayer XII- St. Nikolai Velimirovic

pc-girl-on-beach-l1Anoint my heart with the oil of Your mercy, my most merciful Lord.May neither anger against the strong nor scorning of the weak ever erupt in my heart! For everything is weaker than the morning dew.

May hatred never make a nest in my heart against those who plot evil against me, so that I may be mindful of their end and be at peace.

Mercifulness opens the way to the heart of all creatures, and brings joy. Mercilessness brings fog to the fore, and creates a cramped isolation.

Have mercy on Your merciful servant, most Tender Hand, and reveal to me the mystery of Your mercy.

The Ultimate Man is the child of the Father’s mercy and the Spirit’s light.

All creation is merely a story about Him. The mighty suns in the heavens and the smallest drops of water in the lake cany in themselves one part of the story about Him. All the builders of heaven and earth, from the exceedingly mighty seraphim to rulers and the tiniest particle of dust, tell the very same story about Him, their fore-essence and fore-source. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »

Prayer XI- St. Nikolai Velimirovic

christkingOnce I bound myself to You, my love, all other bonds broke.

I see a swallow distraught over its demolished nest, and I say: «I am not bound to my nest.»

I see a son mourning for his father, and I say: «I am not bound to my parents.»

I see a fish expiring as soon as it is taken out of the water, and I say: «That is me! If they take me out of Your embrace, I shall die in seconds-like a fish tossed onto the sand.» Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια του άρθρου »