Tag Archives: December

Culture

Christmas: Jesus Christ came home.

Forty days of prayer and preparation,

and I had a strong sense,

Jesus Christ will come to us

or it's not our turn;

 

December twenty-fifth, and Jesus Christ,

as a newborn he nestles in my heart.

Here and Mother Panagia

and next to Her Joseph, Saint Patron.

 

·        God thank you, that you agreed to come here, what a gift to give you;

·        Faith to be firm and Love to be shared and everything else, I bless you.

·        It is easy, God, and I offer both to You, i pray, fast, but in difficult times I lose it and I don't know what to do.

·        You lack humility my child, the tool of the brave, the mother of virtues, who pleases the Heavenly Father and over-abounds every Grace.

·        Bless me my Lord, tell me, how will I achieve it to s’ to please;

·        I have a face like yours, and it has virtue and value, it's your Spiritual, he is My Representative.

·        May God be Blessed. Tell me what else to do;

·        Don't blame and don't praise, nor you, nor others, Don't talk too soon. Pray often, forgive them all. Everything else is up to me, I am always here for you, ask Me and you shall receive, in the blessed Hour.

 

I'm coming to myself, like an alarm clock, I have to quickly, to the Holy Temple to go, in the meeting of the Church, to please God, Life vaccine to receive, Body and Blood, Of the Son and Divine Word, eternal Life to live. Amen.

Sophia

In the wisdom of the ancient philosophers: Hippocrates

Εipohwas hilyasee yearThenya piso…. an xanacurisouwith in wiseia of archahof filossThevoice
ia μathouwith multia… Mramnera!!

 

Our body, has the ability to heal itself.
They are of utmost importance:
The diet
The movement
The environment
The lifestyle
The way of thinking

You are one hundred percent right.

So here's why, they sought to beat Greek education in schools of all levels, so as to alienate ourselves from Greek wisdom.

Unfortunately our Youth, he does not seek spiritual cultivation, studying but browsing the internet.

🌊🌻🐬

 

Culture

I am waiting for Little Emmanuel in my House to come and be born.

I am waiting for Jesus Christ,
each to himself,
without arrogance and unnecessary smiles,
worldliness and gatherings.

I am waiting for Little Emmanuel
in my House to come and be born,
my lights for Him will be on,
we are not waiting for anyone else.

I wait equally with everyone else,
in every house, without this day beating me,
instead of Jesus Christ,
a certain acquaintance of mine.

My Lord and my God, for me this year
and for my family,
here in our House spiritually it will be born.

God Truth Light Love Hope
to your Heart Reader
in the Heart of the Sender.

"Behold the kingdom of God
within you hearth" (Luke. 17.21).
"Didn't you see that your body
it is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you,
you have from God, and you are not themselves;
take care of yourself" (A’ Cor. 6.19-20).

Culture

The uncultivated people of supply: The hieromonk Father Gabriel, by world Michalis Nikolaidis.

 

Our Michael, he died yesterday.

He came, taught morals and love and left.

Unfortunately none of us could go to his funeral. They are only allowed 9 individuals.

Michalis had a physical problem. He was short, almost a dwarf. Fight on, studied nursing and for years worked as a nurse in both hospital clinics and operating rooms.

He always carried a stool with him. To go up and reach the serums or give the tools to the surgeons when they were in the operating rooms.

Michalis received a lot of mockery, but he never got angry. With nobody.

He was always funny, he did not face anyone, he didn't stop to say "good morning" to anyone, no one was refused help.

About 10 years ago, Michalis was transferred to the Administration.

He even got the position of supervisor. He was a member of Doctors of the World, he was running around, collected for the poor, he gave everything.

And he had a dream to become a priest. And it happened. Before 2 years. Priest without salary. His salary was the one paid by the hospital. All week he came to the hospital in his cassock. He was just reaching the entrance, he would take off his cassock and stay in his shirt.

Michalis became a monk and then a hieromonk. He was single. And as a monk, in his hair, he was given the name Gabriel. On the weekends he would leave and go to his Metropolis, in Serres. There he had asked to be sent to work in distant and isolated villages that did not have a permanent priest. Mountains and valleys. And last winter, I remember him always cold because there were villages where the car couldn't reach because of the snow and he walked until he got there. After the operation, he lived in the villages. He entered the houses of the inhabitants. Find out what problems they have. Forgotten people, they had found someone who cared. It was not a few times that he brought them to the hospital, he arranged for our own doctors to see them because some were neglected.

And our Michalis was always laughing.

And he died. Life's only certainty, the death.

I write them as a memorial. There are many Michaels, but I knew him.

(copy from the internet)

*The hieromonk Father Gabriel, by world Michalis Nikolaidis, 53 died at noon on Friday in the ICU of the Kavala hospital, where he had been hospitalized for days with coronavirus. His funeral took place yesterday )

Here's Another Man, which from what we read, after certainty he was awarded the Prize of True Life, Of Life without Death. His Memory is eternal and I am sure that those who have known him - now also us- we will be in his care. All things are possible under the Purpose of God. Amen.

Good Heaven.

 

Opinion, Society, Faces

The uncultivated people of supply: The hieromonk Father Gabriel, by world Michalis Nikolaidis.

 

Our Michael, he died yesterday.

He came, taught morals and love and left.

Unfortunately none of us could go to his funeral. They are only allowed 9 individuals.

Michalis had a physical problem. He was short, almost a dwarf. Fight on, studied nursing and for years worked as a nurse in both hospital clinics and operating rooms.

He always carried a stool with him. To go up and reach the serums or give the tools to the surgeons when they were in the operating rooms.

Michalis received a lot of mockery, but he never got angry. With nobody.

He was always funny, he did not face anyone, he didn't stop to say "good morning" to anyone, no one was refused help.

About 10 years ago, Michalis was transferred to the Administration.

He even got the position of supervisor. He was a member of Doctors of the World, he was running around, collected for the poor, he gave everything.

And he had a dream to become a priest. And it happened. Before 2 years. Priest without salary. His salary was the one paid by the hospital. All week he came to the hospital in his cassock. He was just reaching the entrance, he would take off his cassock and stay in his shirt.

Michalis became a monk and then a hieromonk. He was single. And as a monk, in his hair, he was given the name Gabriel. On the weekends he would leave and go to his Metropolis, in Serres. There he had asked to be sent to work in distant and isolated villages that did not have a permanent priest. Mountains and valleys. And last winter, I remember him always cold because there were villages where the car couldn't reach because of the snow and he walked until he got there. After the operation, he lived in the villages. He entered the houses of the inhabitants. Find out what problems they have. Forgotten people, they had found someone who cared. It was not a few times that he brought them to the hospital, he arranged for our own doctors to see them because some were neglected.

And our Michalis was always laughing.

And he died. Life's only certainty, the death.

I write them as a memorial. There are many Michaels, but I knew him.

(copy from the internet)

*The hieromonk Father Gabriel, by world Michalis Nikolaidis, 53 died at noon on Friday in the ICU of the Kavala hospital, where he had been hospitalized for days with coronavirus. His funeral took place yesterday )

Here's Another Man, which from what we read, after certainty he was awarded the Prize of True Life, Of Life without Death. His Memory is eternal and I am sure that those who have known him - now also us- we will be in his care. All things are possible under the Purpose of God. Amen.

Good Heaven.