St. Ambrose, bishop of Milan (397). St. Anthony, founder of Siya Monastery (Novgorod) (1556). St. Nilus, monk of Stolobny (1554).
Martyr Athenodorus of Mesopotamia (304). St. Philothea of Turnovo, whose relics are in Arges, Romania (1060). St. John the Faster, of the Kiev Caves (12th c.). St. Paul the Obedient, of Cyprus.
New Hieromartyr Sergius (Galkovsky), hieromonk (1917). New Hieromartyr Andronicus (Barsukov), hierodeacon, of the Nosov Holy Transfiguration Monastery (Tambov) (1918). New Hiero-confessor Ambrose (Polyansky), bishop of Kamenets-Podol (1932). New Hieromartyrs Gurias (Samoylov), hieromonk of Optina Monastery, and Galacteon (Ubranovich-Novikov), hieromonk of Valaam Monastery (1937).
St. Bassa of Jerusalem, abbess (5th c.). St. Gregory the Silent, of Serbia, founder of Grigoriou Monastery, Mt. Athos (1405).
Repose of Abbot Gabriel of Valaam (1910).
Tuesday. [Heb. 4:1-13; Luke 21:12-19]
And ye shall be hated of all men for My name’s
sake. He who breathes even a little of the spirit of
the world into himself becomes cold to Christianity and
its demands. This indifference turns into dislike when one
remains in it a long time without coming to one’s
senses, and especially after picking up somewhere a
particle of some false teaching. The spirit of the world
with its false teachings is a spirit of disliking Christ:
it is of the antichrist. It is the spread of hostile
attitudes toward the Christian confession and Christian
traditions. Apparently something like this is happening
around us. So far only hollow roars are sounding
everywhere; but it will not be surprising if soon the
Lord’s prophesy will begin, that, they shall lay
their hands on you…and persecute you…ye
shall be betrayed…and cause you to be put to
death. The spirit of antichrist is always the same;
what was in the beginning will be now, perhaps in another
form, but with the same meaning. What should we do? In
your patience possess ye your souls. Be patient, with
a firm word of confession of the truth in your mouth and
in your heart.
Wednesday. [Heb. 5:11-6:8; Luke 21:5-7, 10-11, 20-24]
The disciples were remarking the Lord about the beauty of
the temple building and its utensils, but He answered,
The days will come, in which there shall not be left
one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down.
This is a caption to go under all the beauty of this
world. In appearance it seems durable and immortalized;
but on the next day you look, and all will be as though it
never was—the beauty withers, the strength is
drained, the fame dwindles, minds are overcome, and
clothes are worn out. Everything carries within itself a
destroying power, which does not lie like an undeveloped
seed, but is inherent unceasing activity, and everything
flows to its own end. The fashion of this world passeth
away (I Cor. 7:31) Surely man walketh about like a
phantom… He layeth up treasure, and knoweth not for
whom he shall gather it (Ps. 38:7–8).
While we just keep rushing around vainly, are caught in
cares, and there is no end to our cares. We encounter
constant lessons around us, but we do everything our own
way, as though we are blind and see nothing. And it is
correct to say we are blind, or blinded; we do not await
an end either to ourselves or to anything surrounding us
or controlling us. And what else? Arranging our
surroundings as we see fit, we are certain that we stand
firmly, as on a rock, when actually it is more like we
were standing in a bog, just about to sink down. But we do
not feel this, and we give ourselves over to careless
delight in passing things, as though they must always
remain. Let us pray that the Lord open the eyes of our
mind; and let us see everything not as it seems, but as it