The Shadow

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDdpKCqsZV8]

Back to the days when just about the only way for us to hope to “speak out” or “get a message out there” was folk music. It was after all these years that these lyrics suddenly hit home and revealed what I think they were really about, although we have always enjoyed their beauty and deep-sounding tone, as it were. Lyrics speaking of pain and suffering in a muffled voice; hurting hopelessness; souls like “shadows”, all but deprived of their wholeness of Being/Love, save for a tiny sparkle of divinity, which only keeps them aching; in a closed, hopeless world where faith is but a fallen Mast and there is so much “bad” and “yes” around, that paradoxically, it all gets turned upside down into “good” and “no” – a strange play of denial leading to yet more longing – for the true freedom – and God. Lyrics rife with the Ultimate and Eternal symbols. I’ve tried to do my best to translate/adapt this poem according to what I feel is its true underlying purport, stuck as we were under communism as under a glass dome. The capital letters are mine. To me, all that was yesterday. Continue reading

Father Calistrat

There used to be this elderly lady in my village, Ruxanda; she had cirrhosis and had reached that terminal point, which would cause the poor thing to literally “spit out” her liver, as they say. We were during the “Cheese week”, on a Friday, two days before the beginning of the Lent. I’m telling you this story so you can see how people on their deathbed listen to their Confessor, and how great the confession mystery is.

The woman’s daughter-in-law contacted me and told me: “Father, my mother-in-law has grown very weak; could you please come and give her the Eucharist, because she’s leaving us.” I took the Holy Mysteries with me, my epitrachil and all the other necessary things and went to her place.

Pr CALISTRAT

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Father Tănase

Translation:

The Camp in Valea Screzii village, Prahova county, Romania 

Father Nicolae Tănase

Everything started in Bucharest, in 1990, when poet Ioan Alexandru, also the senator for our county back then – now reposed in the Lord – got back from a conference in Oslo, where he basically “learnt” that the unborn had rights, too. That is when we started up our association — we called it “Saving Life – Provita Brâncoveanu”. During one of our conferences, a young woman, a student, got up and said: “I would like to keep my child, but neither of my parents know about it and I have no means to raise it.” — and because we offered to raise her child, that was the first child we took care of. Since then, over 1000 children have been raised or taken care of by our association. Some of them left, some stayed with their mothers for a month or two, and others were taken by their parents/relatives. We have likely had more than 1000 children in our care so far. At the moment we have only 208. Continue reading