Friday, July 11, 2014
Ὅταν ἁμαρτάνει τὸ παιδί ( Γερ. Αιμιλιανός Σιμωνοπετρίτης )
Τὸ σκοτάδι, ὡς συνέπεια τῆς πτώσεως τοῦ ἀνθρώπου, δὲν βγάζει ποτὲ στὸ φῶς. Τὸ φῶς διαλύει τὸ σκοτάδι, διότι τὸ σκοτάδι εἶναι ἀνυπόστατο, δὲν ἔχει οὐσία. Ὑπάρχει ὅμως μία περίπτωσις τὴν ὁποία πανσόφως ἐκμεταλλεύεται ὁ παντουργὸς Θεὸς γιὰ τὸ καλό μας, βγάζοντας καὶ ἀπὸ τὸ κακὸ καλό, ἀπὸ τὸ σκοτάδι φῶς.
Πῶς; Διὰ τῆς μετανοίας. Βλέπω τὴν κακία μου, τὴν ἁμαρτία μου, μετανοῶ, κλαίω, θρηνῶ, ὁδηγοῦμαι στὸν Θεόν, ἀναλαμβάνω τὶς εὐθύνες μου, νήφω, καρτερῶ, καὶ μέσα μου καλλιεργεῖται ὁ καινούργιος ἄνθρωπος ποὺ βγαίνει ἀπὸ τὴν μετάνοια.
Ἄρα, τὸ καλὸ δὲν βγαίνει ἀπὸ τὸ κακό, ἀλλὰ ἀπὸ τὴν μετὰνοια, ποὺ εἶναι ἄλλος νοῦς, ὁ νοῦς ποὺ τὸν παρέχει ὁ Θεὸς μέσα στὴν καρδιά.
Ὅταν ἀνησυχῆ, λόγου χάριν, ὁ πατέρας ἢ ἡ μητέρα, ἐπειδὴ ἁμαρτάνει τὸ παιδί, καὶ τὸ κτυπᾶ, ὁπωσδήποτε θὰ βγάλη ἀντίθετο ἀποτέλεσμα. Διότι, ἐὰν τὸ παιδὶ κάνη ἁμαρτίες, σημαίνει ὅτι ζητάει τὴν ἁμαρτία καὶ θὰ τὰ βάλη μὲ σένα, ποὺ γίνεσαι κήρυξ τῆς ἀρετῆς. Καὶ τώρα μὲν φοβᾶται νὰ ἁμαρτήση, ἀλλὰ μόλις ἀπελευθερωθῆ ἀπὸ σένα, θὰ ὁδηγηθῆ ἀμέσως στὸ κακό. Ἡ βία, τὸ κακό, δὲν μπορεῖ νὰ βγάλη καλό.
Πὲς λοιπὸν στὸ παιδάκι σου τὸ καλό, μάθε του τί εἶναι ὁ Θεός. Μίλησέ του ἀπὸ τὸ πλήρωμα τῆς δικῆς σου καρδιᾶς, φώτισέ του λίγο τὴν συνείδησι μὲ τὴν δική σου λαχτάρα καὶ θεία ἐμπειρία, καὶ μπαίνοντας μέσα του ὁ Θεός, θὰ τὸν ἀγαπήση.
Μπορεῖ νὰ βρίζη, μπορεῖ νὰ κάνη ἁμαρτίες, ἀλλὰ ἔχοντας τὰ σπέρματα τοῦ Θεοῦ, ποὺ εἶναι τόσο ἰσχυρά, ὁ Θεὸς τὰ καλλιεργεῖ καὶ βγαίνει ἡ καινούργια φύτρα, τὸ καινούργιο βλαστάρι, τὸ ὁποῖο δίδει καινούργια ζωή. Αὐτὴ εἶναι ἡ μετάνοια.
Τὸ παιδὶ δηλαδὴ αὐτό, ἐπειδὴ τὸ ἀφήνεις ἐλεύθερο, ἐπειδὴ τὸ σέβεσαι, ἐπειδὴ τοῦ εἶπες τὴν ἀλήθεια, ἐπειδὴ τοῦ ἀπεκάλυψες τί ἔχει ἡ καρδούλα σου καὶ τί κόσμοι ὑπάρχουν μέσα σὲ αὐτήν, λέγει μετά: Μά, τί φρικτὴ ζωὴ ποὺ κάνω!
Τί εἶναι αὐτὴ ἡ ἁμαρτία! «Ἀναστήσομαι καὶ ἐπιστρέψω εἰς τὸν Πατέρα» (Λουκ. 15, 18). Καὶ ὁ βλαστὸς τῆς μετανοίας βγάζει τὸν καρπὸ τῆς καινῆς ζωῆς. Ἔτσι τὰ καταφέρνει ὁ Θεὸς νὰ βγάζη καὶ ἀπὸ τὸ στόμα τοῦ λύκου τὴν σωτηρία.
Ὁ Ἰώβ, ἀπὸ τὴν κατάρα στὴν ὁποία εἶχε πέσει, ἔβγαλε τὴν εὐλογία τοῦ Θεοῦ καὶ ἀνεκαινίσθη. Ὁ Μωυσῆς ὁ Αἰθίοψ, ἀπὸ τὰ ἐγκλήματα καὶ τὶς ληστεῖες, ἔβγαλε τὴν καινούργια ἀσκητικώτατη ζωὴ καὶ ἔγινε ἀγνώριστος. Δὲν τὸν γνώρισαν κἄν οἱ παλαιοὶ σύντροφοί του καὶ οἱ ἄλλοι ληστὲς· τόσο «ἀνεκαινίσθη ὡς ἀετοῦ ἡ νεότης του» (Ψαλμ. 102, 5), ἔγινε καινούργια ἡ ζωή του.
Ἑπομένως, μποροῦμε νὰ ποῦμε: Ὅποιος εἶναι θυμώδης, ἂς στρέψη ὅλον τὸν θυμό, ὅλη τὴν ἐσωτερικὴ ἔντασί του πρὸς τὴ ἀγάπη τοῦ Θεοῦ, πρὸς τὴν εἰρήνη, πρὸς τὰ σωτήρια λόγια, πρὸς τὸ «Κύριε Ἰησοῦ Χριστέ, ἐλέησόν με, τὸν ἁμαρτωλόν», χρησιμοποιώντας ὅποιον τρόπο τὸν βοηθεῖ. Κάποιος τὸ ἔλεγε, κτυπώντας τὰ χέρια του.
Τὸν εἶδα καὶ τὸν ρώτησα: Τί κάνεις ἐκεῖ; Καὶ μοῦ ἀπήντησε: Εἶχα μάθει μὲ τὰ μηχανήματα νὰ κουνῶ τὰ χέρια μου καὶ δὲν μπορῶ τώρα νὰ κάνω ἀλλοιῶς. Μπράβο, τοῦ λέγω, συγχαρητήρια. Βλέπετε πῶς τὸ κακό, ὁ θόρυβος, ποὺ εἶναι τὸ χειρότερο κακό, μπορεῖ νὰ βγάλη καὶ καλό; Κάποιος θαλασσινὸς τὸ ἔλεγε, ἔχοντας τὴν ἐντύπωσι ὅτι ἔπιανε τὰ κουπιά, γι’ αὐτὸ καὶ κουνοῦσε τὰ χέρια του. Πραγματικὰ ἔπιανε τὸ κουπί, τὸν Χριστόν.
Ἄρα, τὸ πᾶν μποροῦμε νὰ χρησιμοποιήσωμε. Ὅ,τι μᾶς δίνει ὁ Θεός, ὅ,τι μᾶς κάνουν οἱ ἄλλοι, ὅ,τι παθαίνομε μέσα μας καὶ γύρω μας, ὅλα εἶναι μεταγωγικὰ πρὸς τὸν Θεόν. Τόσο ἀπέραντη εἶναι ἡ ἀγάπη τοῦ Θεοῦ. Μόνον τὰ ἀποβράσματα τοῦ ἐγώ μας δὲν εἶναι σωτήρια. Αὐτὰ μᾶς ἀπομακρύνουν ἀπὸ τὸν Θεόν.
Γέροντας Αιμιλιανός Σιμωνοπετρίτης
Πηγή: εδώ
St. John the Forerunner performs miracles ( part 3 )
I have never told you, my brother Lazarus, [says monk Leontios] what happened to me several years ago, when I was young and had just been newly tonsured, which has to do with the subject of obedience.
I do not remember exactly, but it was either during 1916 or 1917 when my Elder of blessed memory advised me to make a prostration and to go serve at the mill located at Mariana as an attendant. Unfortunately, because I did not particularly like this dependency, I foolishly started to make excuses, arguing that I could not go because, supposedly, it was too cold, I did not have enough
clothing, perhaps I would get sick, and other such reasons. Additionally, there were many thieves wandering in that region, and I was afraid.
My Elder of blessed memory made the same recommendation to me again and again, assuring me that he would provide me with the all the necessary clothing and provisions. I distinctly remember him saying to me,
"Go ahead, my child. May you have the blessing of the Honorable Forerunner. Do obedience and go, because the manager is there all alone and needs help. Go my child..." I, however,
continued to retort with my usual obstinacy.
Finally, my Elder got fed up and tired with me, and vexed he left the matter in St. John's hands. This is how I left from the Elder's quarters and went to my room to retire for the evening.
But alas! Every time I think about what followed, my brother, I am always overcome with trembling with fear. About 8 or 9 o'clock that same evening, I saw a fearsome, towering man appear in my bedroom with a whip in his hand.
As I was lying down, I jumped out of bed horrified. No sooner had I stood on my feet when he started to lash me. "What type of a monk are you? Why don't you do obedience?" he remarked, and simultaneously he whacked from one direction ... he whacked me from the direction. I started to cry and begged him to stop hitting me, promising that I would henceforth be obedient.
Immediately, he vanished from sight. I was a nervous wreck as I ran that very moment to the Abbot's quarters. I woke up the Elder, and with tears and lamentation I fell at his feet and asked him to read me a prayer of absolution, I related to him what had taken place, and promised to never again disobey any of his orders. Thus my Elder
was appeased, he read me the prayer of absolution, I took courage, and I returned to my cell and rested peacefully. The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I packed my bags and set out for Mariana.
from the book
Narrations from Dionysiou Monastery
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