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“I entered the Patriarchate, fell on my knees before His Holiness, and began sobbing… I sobbed like any father would who was losing his child and mourning over him. I could barely even get the words out about my catastrophe. Tearfully I begged our Patriarch to save my son“.
His Holiness Patriarch Kirill, Metropolitan Hilarion (Alfeyev)
"Today with hope we listen to the words of the greeting of the angels: Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord (Lk. 2:10-11)."
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At around midnight on November 12th, the day on which the craftsmen expected to start their work, there was lightening and thunder - thunderbolts, one after the other. It was then that the guard of the governor's residence saw a monk approaching him holding a lit torch in his hand.
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Fr. Herman (Podmoshensky)
And here, in the midst of this pre-Christmas joy so filled with impressions, there enters into the American consciousness a Russian monk from Valaam who was also connected with children, coziness, spice-cake, pretzels, covered by the Alaskan snow—St. Herman the Wonderworker of America.
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Metropolitan Augoustinos Kantiotes
"It is my hope that I speak to the faithful who know but one kind of drunkenness, that holy drunkenness described by the Psalmist who exhorts us to taste and see that the Lord is good (Psalm 33:8). I hope that you have you ears open for blessed is he that speaketh in the ears of them that will hear (Sirach 25:9)."
