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Traduceri poetice (vol. 1) [15]

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Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș

Traduceri poetice

(vol. 1)

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Ariana Zburlea[1], Stalactites

 

I never felt well in the big cities.
I was blinded by the contrast
between people who live concentrated,
want, know, take, leave, never cry,
and the life inside me –
a child born violently,
prematurely.
„Leave me alone!”
was heard inside,
at the second of conception.
This great rubble,
which drowns me,
is the guarantee that no matter what happens
people live with spite,
in an exciting mode they build
blocks with perfect edges,
cinemas like salons,
where we hide our lack of will
to live the reality.
Dozens of trees falling sacrificially
for a last of white paper
or in the name of freeing up parking spaces
for new generation cars.
The light bulbs are economical,
the lights are not.
I leave the house as if from a cell
and I don’t find a blade of dewy grass
among events, bookstores, elitist cafes,
poetry clubs where people read too quickly
so that you don’t realize
that the poets don’t feel
anything anymore.
A big city is narrow
like a vein in which
thick meshes of blood crowd.
And I don’t know what to do
– I really don’t know what to do –
with these stalactites
that have grown all the way
under my tongue.

 

Letiția Ilea[2], The gift

 

On a gloomy autumn-winter morning,
a little boy who has barely learned to walk,
gives you a dry leaf
as if to an old acquaintance.
You thank him as nicely as you can
and go on your way.
The leaf pulsates in your hand
like a heart.
You smile to yourself and
think that you could pass the gift
on with all the risks:
to the administrator, to the boy from the cafe,
or why not the siliconed lady who extracts
her heels out of the mercedes.
You lack courage.
Your last shred of childhood has been lost
in who knows what a corner.
It then occurs to you that in a few years
the little boy will become a starchy young man,
but this morning his gift has brought back
the shine to the world.
Like wiping the steam off a precious mirror
from a house bridge with antiques.

 

Gabriela Toma[3], May evening

 

I wake up on may evenings
with my heart beating in the color of poppies,
with my fragility and
the ease of being crushed
by everything I encounter on the road:
I am the 10-year-old girl,
wrapped in a plastic sack
and tied around her waist with string,
roaming the boulevard,
looking for her mother,
gone into a metallized gray fairy tale world.
I am the doll with cracked skin,
sewn by an abandoned child,
the orphan,
the twin,
the stranger,
I am the desire to finish,
to lead your life at the end.
I am the scar of death
that I carry in life,
approach from afar, that’s how you reach
your target. You are the target.
You are shooting at your own target.
The air in the lungs slowly descends
like an auscultation
of the breathing of thousands of butterflies
before turning off the light.

[1] Am tradus poemul de aici: https://omiedesemne.ro/poezie-trei-poeme-de-ariana-zburlea/.

[2] Despre autoare: https://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Letitia_Ilea. Am tradus poemul de aici: https://romanialiterara.com/2019/02/versuri-5/.

[3] Am tradus poemul de aici: https://fictiunea.ro/2022/117/art11/index.html.

Traduceri poetice (vol. 1) [14]

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Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș

Traduceri poetice

(vol. 1)

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Flavia Adam[1], September graffiti

 

You told me that you always
fall in love in autumn.
But what is love,
when distance throws itself,
like a still young poppy,
under the metal chest of the train?
Your arms are two rebellious rails.
The highest poem: your voice.
Which today I crumble
like a piece of bread.
We haven’t seen each other.
But who needs to see
that we are not afraid of the brightness,
only of the night that will fall
after we are no more?!

 

Raluca Boantă[2],

Turn on the radio so we can go home!

 

I like it when we return to Cluj at night
and the weather is good and the sky is clear.
I am moving just enough for you to know
I’m awake and I’m not interfering.
With the thought of you
and gratitude I look overboard.
The light that comes from you
is not shared with others,
it is the gentlest and most shy of lights,
the only and unconfirmed touch –
our love comes and comforts me,
holds me when I walk.
I caress your head,
I’m not afraid of anything.
Look at them,
how much fuss over
a phrase with horror!
And I would still make my bed
from what I grab for a while with you.
On the radio, basic concerns:
riots, abuses, occidental influences.
CFR Cluj – FCSB still one to zero.
I didn’t wash my hair.
Putin is president for the fourth time.
I hold your hand to fall asleep.

 

Grigore Vieru[3], Epitaph for myself

I’m grass.
I can’t be any simpler.

[1] Am preluat poemul de aici:https://romanialiterara.com/2022/03/poeme-de-flavia-adam/. Despre autoare: https://fipb.ro/speaker/flavia-adam-romania/.

[2] Despre autoare: https://www.agentiadecarte.ro/2023/01/experimentez-expuneri-noi-infricosatoare-pe-alocuri.html. Am tradus poemul de aici: https://www.scena9.ro/article/poezie-tineri-zona9-poeti-fotografii.

[3] Am preluat poemul de aici: https://leviathan.ro/grigore-vieru-sunt-iarba-mai-simplu-nu-pot-fi/. Am preluat imaginea de aici: https://leviathan.ro/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/grigore-vieru-epitaf-pentru-mine-insumi.jpg.

Fragrance (novel) [38]

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Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș

Fragrance

(novel)

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The light was taken away for two hours and they were all dead. Everything in my computer was a tomb, because I had no light. It’s useless to have light in the socket, if you don’t have the light of God in you. To write theology you must be filled by Him with His light. It doesn’t work with whims, it doesn’t work with jokes, it doesn’t work with gross fakes. If you don’t have it, you’re not. And that’s for sure! But his mother wanted to make him a Priest too and she did all sorts of things…and he ended up there.  And after he became a Priest, he got bored. And he and his mother! So you can see, Auroro! Why, girl, are you sorry now?! Because I, she said, thought he would earn more, that everyone would see him well, but he only has problems…And the problems, in vain that you are a Priest, do not run away from you, but seem to keep coming towards you. And you are questioned, you are misinterpreted, you are accused, things are asked of you, you are provoked…

The culturnic[1] had sent Cati! She had heard that he was getting his PhD, that he needed peace, and Cati came to scream under the window for minutes on end. That she had fallen in love with him and couldn’t take it anymore, that the crazy ones of hers. He had sent her to take the train, to come, to find him at home, to tell him what he said and did, because he needed laughter. What to do, that’s the level! When you spend your whole life dealing with bad things, lies, intrigues, you bring them to the city with you, you export them. But you, no, you pretend to be a religious man, a good man, arrogant in your pride! You speak slowly, with a low voice, because that’s how you’ve seen it done. No one knows your ambitus as a batrachian, as a barker. But we, who know you, know what devilish eyes you have, we know how you light up like a crab, how you call them like Cotorga, because that’s you! And after playing her role, as if she didn’t exist, Katiușa became history, entered the insectarium of memory and there she remained, in her needle that holds her tightly in the white cork. And that he told him that he was plagiarizing, which many do, and he couldn’t admit it. He became fire and pear, turned his back on him on Facebook like a lady of company, after which they met at a book fair. And he looked into his eyes, but the translator (he translates anyone, that’s what!), burned by the look, turned his face away, so as not to say anything more.

But what does it mean to plagiarize, when you know nothing else? He who loves the truth, loves to eulogize. And the best eulogizing of someone is to cite their contribution to your work. But when you’re full of yourself, you don’t have time to appreciate, but to plagiarize, although both end in kids[2]. Kids of goats, but the good goat is the one with milk. And, when you walk towards the green grass of home like a leading plagiarist, you feel like an aristocrat of the moment. You think about how big you’ve become, how imposing, that „the commoners” around you don’t realize you’re an impostor. And what audacity, what an idea, to be able to lie so fawn, so sadly, and have everyone catch you in the act!

Manole came on stage and said that whoever doesn’t close the door will be taken out with a small bucket. He said it differently, but I remembered the essential. And when the actors and the stand-up comedians laugh at each other, something inessential comes out, because everyone is afraid to say their whole heart out. It’s the same when writers meet literary critics, school theology writers meet ghostual theologians, mothers meet daughters, street dogs meet yard dogs. They bark at each other, but not so ferociously. They speak their heart out at the corners, behind the scenes, in whispers. That’s why you shouldn’t take them seriously in public, in front of many people, but you should read with a pen in your hand, read and underline, take notes. Because people speak on under the words. What you need to remember is the foundation of the book, the style and the number of pages being unessential.

[1] The culturnic [култу́рник], the communist activist responsible for cultural propaganda.

[2] In romanian it makes sense, because apreciezi and plagiezi end in iezi.

Fragrance (novel) [37]

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Fragrance

(novel)

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And I’m interested in what Niculina thinks about Nuța, what her son thinks about astrophysics, what else Adela has done with her painting, does she still paint green bathtubs on the walls or has she also moved on to the truth? Does Alexe know the multiplication tables? Is Ionela upset because she doesn’t look good in red or because her daughter is getting married tomorrow-the day after tomorrow and who knows who she’ll marry? Because, girl, I think we teach our girls a lot, way too much, and they marry only one man. Instead of knowing so much, they should just know what interests their man. But my husband, that I don’t know what else to say to him, says that’s sexism! And I ask him to tell me what sexism[1] is. And he tells me, you hear me too, that when you tailor a woman to a man’s tastes, that’s sexism. That a woman needs to learn what she wants and be who she wants, and if no man wants her, that she’s so extravagant and conceited, that’s their business. That’s how a woman should be: autonomous. And I say to him: Okay, but why couldn’t I be autonomous, meaning to satisfy my desires with whoever I want and how I want?! Why do I care about the house, and I only think about you and the girl and what we have to do in life?!!  That if you’re a family, then you must be there all the way, not like this, just two or three square meters. And he tells me, the insensitive one, that the people who are present are excluding from the discussion. I mean, it’s good to have one philosophy for your wife and another for your daughter. But I tell my daughter to put all her minds into her head, all her minds, and see who she wants. And when she wants someone, she should do what her husband tells her, because that person will take her as his wife, and marriage is done like this: the man orders, the woman executes.

Because he doesn’t kill you with days, but, on the contrary: when he loves you, he only looks at you. Because if I didn’t do that, my mother-in-law wouldn’t love me so much and I wouldn’t make much money, because they would chase me away. But I did what the man said, when he was angry, I kept quiet, I understood him, when he calmed down, he came and apologized, and that’s how we got to where we are now. Because if you want it, you want it a lot, but you don’t do anything, no one holds you back and you end up completely autonomous, a stork without a nest, and you whine like a fool. But, with your head bowed to the man, you get where you need to be, that is, in his heart and you have everything, that you are the lady of the house. And people see, that they are not stupid, and him first of all. He sees you, he enjoys you, he brags about you and, when he brags, then he admires you, because he puts your work, your sweat, your running all day in the foreground.

I had prepared to read a novel and when there: a short story. It was over in a few pages, her hugging the hot stove like she had never hugged a man before.  I’m reading two or three more stories, you said you were talking to Chekhov, the action was also in Bessarabia. And it’s good, it’s very good to have a country of writers in your language. And may they be more diverse and better and more capacious. So that they all fill you with the romanian language, with authenticity, with their careful way of writing, with their big, beautiful soul, rich in virtues. Because if you have to the fullest, your personages have it too. Because if you don’t see it, then who? And if not now, when will you write and enter the great world of universal literature? The chinese, meticulously, write letters that you absolutely must study. No matter the language, when you know the spelling, you feel at home. But when you get into arabic, you get into hieroglyphs. Until you get to the meanings, you need the spelling of the language. And we, since we are in a hurry, want the spelling to be similar, so that we can move on to words, to sentences and not just stay with letters. But letters, often, require study and you need to have time for such study.

[1] To be seen: https://dexonline.ro/definitie/sexism.

Fragrance (novel) [36]

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Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș

Fragrance

(novel)

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Last announcement: Due to lack of funds, but also of imagination – some would say of practical training – he was not caught. And the thief also had a mother!…His mother, the poor, his poor mother, like him, in fact, the poor thing he was, said to guide him from a young age on the path of his ancestors. And she, the poor thing, taught him to steal! From the subway, from the trams, what did it matter if they were communists, democrats, from other states, State stealing…For, in fact, we know him as a swindler…Now, Mr. Prosecutor, State wants us to tell him that he’s a roma, that he comes from the eaves of old Bâzu, who used to steal sheep from romanians, but we know that State is a gypsy, because that’s what we called him for a lot of years, until the law came that all gypsies should be called roma or rroma. Because, they say, rroma means man[1] to them. But to be a man with you, you must be a man with me. And to be a man with me, you don’t have to rob me on the highway, you don’t have to rape my girls, you don’t have to rob me of my produce.

So, and?!…And we know him, point, Mr. Prosecutor! He puts on his balaclava, in the end, and now he’s sneaking around the apartments, because he’s ashamed of us for not beating him back to the command. Because if we catch him, roma, ursar, farrier, whatever he is, we’ll beat the shit out of him. Now we know that violence, that laws, but the law of man is only one: to be a man and to live as a man. Because not everyone can make their own law, as they want, but people, since the beginning of the world, have lived with the common sense in the cheek, because man is afraid of God. Can you fight with God?! You can’t! Because He is great and you are an ant. And a hailstorm, a storm, an earthquake comes and kills you in the house, on the road, wherever you are going.

And the author, alas, the author really likes the popular theology! When a man learns from his life, from his sins, from what he hears and what he sees. When he learns the will of God from what happens to him. That you don’t have to be a great scholar to understand that if you steal you don’t feel good and if you rape, you don’t feel good either. That you steal what isn’t yours, and that’s not love, it’s sexual violence. When the woman looks into your eyes and is full of you, because she understands you, then her coming to you means filling you with love. And you talk to her, kiss her, hug her, promise her a future, that is, you put her next to you, so that we can walk on this good, beautiful path that we choose. But she doesn’t walk, if she doesn’t understand you! If he doesn’t trust you, he stops somewhere, stops and goes somewhere else…And you struggle in vain, you regret in vain, because love means always understand in two, moving forward together, knowing how to move forward together.

The theology of each man is his life with God. For God teaches each of us the necessary minimum, whether we want it or not, which we can always increase through the Divine Tradition of the Church. And just as He teaches us life and its joys and how many things there are around us, so He also teaches us who He is in our life and what life we ​​should have. And if you don’t want to know more, stick to this minimum. But if you want to rejoice with God and for Him to rejoice in you and dwell in you, to know Him means to sanctify yourself unceasingly with Him. And to sanctify yourself means to rejoice unceasingly, because each of your days is an unspeakable joy. And this novel, like all my others, speaks from the midst of joy with God and people, and therefore can speak in everyone’s language.

[1] Cf. https://dexonline.ro/definitie/rrom/definitii.

Sermon on the 3rd Sunday after the Resurrection of the Lord [2026]

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Hristos is risen!

 

My beloveds[1],

 

by commemorating today the Holy Myrrh-bearing Women, who helped the Lord in everything, we put in the foreground the christian woman, who is a virgin, is married, is a mother, is a servant of the Church, is a protector of life. Because in the life of the Church, the woman is never alone, is never minimized, does not arrogate to herself a haughty independence, but she is always a servant of God and of men, as, in fact, in his status, is the man. Because in the Church of God no one stands far away, no one is alone, but all are in communion, in communion of service, serving God and men. Because the Church is a community of faith and life, it is the community of salvation[2].

How does a woman become independent, even though she has her own family, who gave birth to her and raised her, most often with great difficulty? By moving away from her own family! She separates from her husband or does not marry, has her own salary, is on her own money and breaks off relations with her family. But why be alone, when the family was your support in life, was your home? In the life of the Church this will not happen, because a woman is integrated into the liturgical life of the Church, in the joy of communion. And relationships with family are normal, they are the natural part of life, and every woman can start her own family. Because in the life of the Church we learn to be proper to family life, to be proper to sacrifice, which is the foundation of Marriage. Because you put your husband before you, before your will, so that you can rest him. Then your children. And by fulfilling them, you fulfill yourself too[3].

The christian marriage is the great and fulfilling life of a man and a woman, because they create a paradise of peace and fulfillment in their family. The love between them, their living faith, their divine godliness, their fulfilling work are a living lesson of inner beauty. Because in the family you can grow ghostually in peace, you can enjoy love and understanding, you feel fulfilled, because you are into a realm of inner fulfillment, joy and peace. Because in the Sacrament of Marriage we have received the power to overcome all the obstacles in front of us, in front of our love, and to fulfill ourselves in our relationship with God and in the relationships between us, between the members of our family. And he who lives with holiness in the family, will live with holiness in the Church and in the Monastery, everywhere he goes, because his relationship with God is the fundamental relationship of his life[4].

Man is created by God and lives in relationship with Him. Man is dependent throughout his life and throughout his eternity on God, because He gives him life and keeps him in existence. Independence, in matters of life, means breaking the relationship with God and with His Church and with your family. Social autonomy is an individualistic construct, which denies the normality of the family. A woman who understands her life not in the communional project of the family, but as a sexual adventure, will end up alone and unfulfilled. Because, after you commit all the sins, your body withers, your brain deteriorates, but above all your soul suffers deeply. And after the years of debauchery come illnesses and bitter loneliness, that is, the real fruits of your singularization. Because you thought that autonomy was fulfillment, but you came to see that it was a failure, it is a great personal drama[5].

Contraception and abortion are part of the individualism of independence. Life without purpose is autonomous life, indifferent to the will of God. But man and woman are created by God to be together, to be fulfilled in their love, to help each other in everything, to be saved together. Why would you choose the independence of demons, of those who fell from their glory, to have nothing? Because the first fall from normality was of demons. When the Angels of God became proud and fell from their state of glory and became demons. And we, when we sin, follow them, the demons, who give up life with God for nothing. For Hell[6].

The Holy Women were always with the Lord, they helped Him in His earthly life, but they are called Myrrh-Bearers because they came to anoint His body in the tomb. They had come with myrrh for Him, but the Risen Lord appeared to them alive and full of His glory. In other words, they are not only Myrrh-Bearers, but Love-Bearers. Because they were full of love for the Lord and thus served Him. Because they made food for Him, they helped Him, they served Him and through their service they were fulfilled in their lives. And together with these or the first of them was the Birthgiver of God, the one who obeyed the Lord in everything because she loved Him inexpressibly. For everything in the Church is done for God, for His love, being filled with His love. And if there is no love for Him, there is nothing authentic in us[7].

Together with the Holy Myrrh-bearing Women, Saints Iosif [Ἰωσήφ] and Nicodimos [Νικόδημος] are also commemorated today. For the Holy Myrrh-bearing Women are the first witnesses of His Resurrection, while Saints Iosif and Nicodimos are those who buried the Lord[8]. Because both those who buried Him, and those who saw Him resurrected, saw the same Christ, our Lord, and are His witnesses. And the Holy Myrrh-bearing Women are Saint Maria Magdalini [Μαρία ἡ Μαγδαληνη], Saint Salomi [Σαλώμη], daughter of Saint Joseph the Betrothed, Saint Ioanna [Ἰωάννα], wife of Huza, Saint Maria [Μαρία] and Marta [Μάρθα], sisters of Saint Lazaros, Saint Maria [Μαρία] of Clopas [Κλωπᾶς] and Saint Susanna [Σουσάννα], among those known by name[9]. Because there were many more who served the Lord from their wealth [Lucas 8, 3, BYZ][10].

And when you help the service of the Church with your wealth, you become co-partner in God’s work with the world. Because God wants to save His world, to save it with peace, and the salvation of the world is done in His Church. Therefore, whoever helps the Church, helps God’s work with His world. But whoever helps the Church, helps himself first of all, because he becomes a man of communion, of brotherly love, a man concerned with the salvation of people. For when you look only at your own good, at your own selfish good, you lose the joy of communion. But when you think about the good of all, then you look towards a high goal, towards the goal of the general good, and this frees you from your selfishness[11].

If we, those present, had been aborted by our mothers, none of us would be here. But they gave birth to us, we grew up in a family, we became responsible people, because a lot of love and trust was invested in us. We are the life projects of our parents and grandparents. Our mothers and fathers assumed marriage as a way of being and we were born as fruits of their love. And if we want to give up the communion of the Church and marriage, then we want to give up our fulfillment. Because we are communional people, we are people who need love and understanding[12].

The Church is made up of families and christian communities, of people who assumes the life with God. Each of us has a role in the Church, because each of us can contribute to the life of the Church according to our calling. God enlightens us on what to do. He guides us in life, He shows us our personal path. But whatever our path in life is, it is a path of communion. Because God always guides us towards communion with all people, towards prayer for all, towards love for all. Indifference, selfishness, wasting time on sinful things have no- thing to do with God. Because God wants us to be full of grace and love, people of communion[13].

The Holy Myrrh-Bearing Women were the Disciples of the Lord. They followed Him in everything. Because they became His preachers throughout the world. For to be a disciple means to have a holy duty to God. Because you must tell others His will. And our ghostual Fathers, those who gave birth to us and raised us through the glory of God, put in us the zeal for the service of God and people. That is why we are obligated to serve with time and without time, to serve God and people unceasingly, because the joy of communion is the joy of our salvation. Amin[14]!

[1] Started at 8.22, in day of monday, on 20 april 2026. Sun, 12 degrees, wind of 3 km/h.

[2] Hristos a înviat! Iubiții mei, pomenindu-le azi pe Sfintele Femei Mironosițe, care L-au ajutat întru toate pe Domnul, noi punem în prim-plan femeia creștină, care e fecioară, e căsătorită, e mamă, e slujitoare a Bisericii, e ocrotitoare a vieții. Pentru că în viața Bisericii, femeia nu e niciodată singură, nu e niciodată minimalizată, nu își arogă o independență trufașă, ci ea e mereu slujitoare a lui Dumnezeu și a oamenilor, cum, de fapt, în statutul său, e și bărbatul. Pentru că în Biserica lui Dumnezeu nimeni nu stă departe, nimeni nu e singur, ci toți sunt în comuniune, în comuniune de slujire, slujind lui Dumnezeu și oamenilor. Pentru că Biserica e o comunitate de credință și de viață, e comunitatea mântuirii.

[3] Cum ajunge o femeie independentă, deși are o familie a ei, care a născut-o și a crescut-o, cel mai adesea cu multă greutate? Prin îndepărtarea de propria ei familie! Se desparte de soț sau nu se căsătorește, are propriul ei salariu, e pe banii ei și rupe relațiile cu familia. Dar de ce să fii singură, când familia ți-a fost sprijin în viață, a fost căminul tău? În viața Bisericii acest lucru nu se va petrece, pentru că o femeie e integrată în viața liturgică a Bisericii, în bucuria comuniunii. Și relațiile cu familia sunt normale, sunt firescul vieții, iar fiecare femeie își poate întemeia propria ei familie. Pentru că în viața Bisericii învățăm să fim proprii vieții de familie, să fim proprii jertfelniciei, care e fundamentul Căsătoriei. Pentru că îl pui pe soțul tău înaintea ta, înaintea voii tale, pentru ca să îl odihnești pe el. Apoi pe copiii tăi. Și prin împlinirea lor, te împlinești și pe tine.

[4] Căsătoria creștină este marea și împlinitoarea viață a bărbatului și a femeii, pentru că ei fac un paradis de pace și de împlinire în familia lor. Iubirea dintre ei, credința lor vie, evlavia lor dumnezeiască, munca lor împlinitoare sunt o lecție vie de frumusețe interioară. Pentru că în familie poți crește duhovnicește în pace, te poți bucura de iubire și de înțelegere, te simți împlinit, pentru că ești într-un tărâm al împlinirii interioare, al bucuriei și al păcii. Pentru că în Taina Nunții noi am primit puterea de a birui toate obstacolele din fața noastră, din fața iubirii noastre, și de a ne împlini în relația noastră cu Dumnezeu și în relațiile dintre noi, dintre membrii familiei noastre. Și cel ce trăiește cu sfințenie în familie, va trăi cu sfințenie în Biserică și în Mănăstire, peste tot unde va merge, pentru că relația lui cu Dumnezeu e relația fundamentală a vieții sale.

[5] Omul e creat de Dumnezeu și trăiește în relație cu El. Omul este dependent în toată viața sa și în toată veșnicia sa de Dumnezeu, pentru că El îi dăruie viața și îl ține în existență. Independența, în materie de viață, înseamnă ruperea relației cu Dumnezeu și cu Biserica Sa și cu familia ta. Autonomia socială e un construct individualist, care neagă normalitatea familiei. O femeie care își înțelege viața nu în proiectul comunional al familiei, ci ca pe o aventură sexuală, va sfârși singură și neîmplinită. Căci, după ce faci toate păcatele, trupul tău se ofilește, creierul ți se strică, dar mai ales sufletul tău suferă profund. Și după anii de dezmăț vin bolile și singurătatea amară, adică roadele reale ale singularizării tale. Pentru că ai crezut că autonomia e împlinire, dar ai ajuns să vezi că e un eșec, e o mare dramă personală.

[6] Contracepția și avortul fac parte din individualismul independenței. Viața fără scop e viața autonomă, indiferentă față de voia lui Dumnezeu. Numai că bărbatul și femeia sunt creați de Dumnezeu pentru a fi împreună, pentru a se împlini în dragostea lor, pentru a se ajuta în toate, pentru a se mântui împreună. De ce ai alege independența demonilor, a celor care au căzut din slava lor, pentru a nu avea nimic? Căci prima cădere din normalitate a fost a demonilor. Când Îngerii lui Dumnezeu s-au mândrit și au căzut din starea lor de slavă și au devenit demoni. Și noi, când păcătuim, le urmăm lor, demonilor, care renunțăm la viața cu Dumnezeu pentru nimic. Pentru Iad.

[7] Sfintele Femei au fost mereu cu Domnul, L-au ajutat în viața Lui pământească, dar ele sunt numite Purtătoare de mir pentru că au venit ca să ungă trupul Lui în mormânt. Veniseră cu miruri pentru El, dar Domnul Cel înviat li S-a arătat lor ca viu și plin de slava Lui. Cu alte cuvinte, ele nu sunt doar Purtătoare de mir, ci Purtătoare de dragoste. Pentru că erau pline de iubire pentru Domnul și așa Îi slujeau Lui. Pentru că ele Îi făceau mâncare, ele Îl ajutau, ele Îl slujeau și prin slujirea lor se împlineau în viața lor. Și împreună cu acestea sau prima dintre ele era Născătoarea de Dumnezeu, cea care Îl asculta în toate pe Domnul pentru că Îl iubea inexprimabil. Căci toate în Biserică se fac pentru Dumnezeu, pentru dragostea Lui, fiind plini de dragostea Lui. Iar dacă nu există dragostea pentru El, nu există nimic autentic în noi.

[8] Penticostar, ed. a 6-a, Ed. IBMO, București, 1973, p. 115.

[9] Idem, p. 115-116.

[10] Dimpreună cu Sfintele Femei Mironosițe sunt pomeniți azi și Sfinții Iosif [Ἰωσήφ] și Nicodimos [Νικόδημος]. Căci Sfintele Femei Mironosițe sunt primele martore ale Învierii Sale, pe când Sfinții Iosif și Nicodimos sunt cei care L-au înmormântat pe Domnul. Pentru că atât cei care L-au îngropat, cât și cei care L-au văzut înviat, L-au văzut pe același Hristos, pe Domnul nostru și sunt martorii Lui. Iar Sfintele Femei Mironosițe sunt Sfânta Maria Magdalini [Μαρία ἡ Μαγδαληνη], Sfânta Salomi [Σαλώμη], fiica Sfântului Iosif Logodnicul, Sfânta Ioanna [Ἰωάννα], femeia lui Huza, Sfintele Maria [Μαρία] și Marta [Μάρθα], surorile Sfântului Lazaros, Sfânta Maria [Μαρία] lui Clopas [Κλωπᾶς] și Sfânta Susanna [Σουσάννα], din cele cunoscute cu numele. Pentru că au fost mult mai multe, care Îi slujeau Domnului din avutul lor [Lucas 8, 3, BYZ].

[11] Și când ajuți slujirea Bisericii cu avutul tău, tu devii copărtaș la lucrarea lui Dumnezeu cu lumea. Pentru că Dumnezeu voiește să mântuie lumea Sa, să o mântuie cu pace, iar mântuirea lumii se face în Biserica Lui. De aceea, cine ajută Biserica, ajută lucrarea lui Dumnezeu cu lumea Sa. Dar cine ajută Biserica, se ajută în primul rând pe sine, pentru că devine un om al comuniunii, al iubirii frățești, un om cu grija mântuirii oamenilor. Căci atunci când te uiți doar la binele tău, la binele tău egoist, pierzi bucuria comuniunii. Dar când te gândești la binele tuturor, atunci privești spre un scop înalt, spre scopul binelui general, și acesta te eliberează de egoismul tău.

[12] Dacă noi, cei de față, am fi fost avortați de către mamele noastre, n-am fi fost niciunul aici. Dar ele ne-au născut, am crescut în familie, am ajuns oameni responsabili, pentru că s-a investit multă iubire și încredere în noi înșine. Suntem proiectele de viață ale părinților și bunicilor noștri. Mamele și tații noștri și-au asumat căsătoria ca pe un mod de-a fi și noi ne-am născut ca roduri ale iubirii lor. Și dacă vrem să renunțăm la comuniunea Bisericii și a căsătoriei, atunci vrem să renunțăm la împlinirea noastră. Pentru că noi suntem oameni comunionali, suntem oameni care avem nevoie de iubire și de înțelegere.

[13] Biserica e formată din familii și din comunități creștine, din oameni care își asumă viața cu Dumnezeu. Fiecare dintre noi avem un rol în Biserică, pentru că fiecare putem contribui la viața Bisericii potrivit chemării noastre. Dumnezeu ne luminează ce să facem. El ne îndrumă în viață, El ne indică drumul nostru personal. Dar oricare ar fi drumul nostru în viață, el e un drum al comuniunii. Pentru că Dumnezeu ne călăuzește mereu spre comuniunea cu toți oamenii, spre rugăciunea pentru toți, spre iubirea tuturor. Indiferența, egoismul, pierderea timpului în lucruri păcătoase n-au de-a face cu Dumnezeu. Pentru că Dumnezeu ne voiește plini de har și de iubire, oameni ai comuniunii.

[14] Sfintele Femei Mironosițe au fost Ucenicele Domnului. I-au urmat Lui întru toate. Pentru că au devenit propovăduitoarele Lui în toată lumea. Căci a fi ucenic înseamnă a avea o datorie sfântă față de Dumnezeu. Pentru că trebuie să spui și altora voia Lui. Iar Părinții noștri duhovnicești, cei care ne-au născut și ne-au crescut prin slava lui Dumnezeu, au pus în noi râvna pentru slujirea lui Dumnezeu și a oamenilor. De aceea suntem datori să slujim cu timp și fără timp, să slujim neîncetat lui Dumnezeu și oamenilor, pentru că bucuria comuniunii e bucuria mântuirii noastre. Amin!

Capul Sfântului Gheorghios, 30 de ani de Episcopat, discreția Preotesei

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M-am pregătit sufletește și trupește pentru întâlnirea cu Sfântul Mare Mucenic Gheorghios, Părintele nostru, și m-am întâlnit cu el cu bucurie lină. M-am trezit pe la 3 și ceva, m-am rugat cu pace, am făcut duș, am urcat în autobuzul de 6, al muncitorilor, și am ajuns în pădurea Pantocratorului pe la 7. 30, unde mi-am îmbrăcat reverenda și culionul. Și am intrat prin partea dreaptă în Mănăstire, prin pădure, de aceea am stat la Dumnezeiasca Liturghie pe partea dreaptă a Altarului de vară. M-a bucurat mult cântarea în română și greacă de la strană și liniștea Slujbei de azi, m-am împărtășit la linguriță, după mai mulți credincioși și confrați Preoți, apoi, dându-mi seama că n-am timp mult, am intrat în Biserică, ajutat de Jandarmerie, și m-am închinat în mod expeditiv capului Sfântului Gheorghios, putând să fac și o fotografie, singura a zilei. Și m-am bucurat mult că am sărutat sfântul său cap, umplându-mă de harul său, și nu o bucată de plastic pusă deasupra capului său. Că reala închinare la Sfintele Moaște înseamnă a săruta Sfintele lor Moaște și reala închinare la Sfintele Icoane înseamnă a săruta Icoanele și nu plasticele sau metalele puse peste ele.

Cât m-am închinat în Biserică, s-a terminat și Dumnezeiasca Liturghie de afară, am plecat din nou la mașină, a venit imediat autobuzul, am vorbit cu șoferul, cu Domnul Marius, despre realități comune și cunoștințe comune, cei 25 de km au trecut imediat, am prins loc la etaj la Multiplex, iar Părintele Episcop Galaction Stângă și-a mutat predica de la Pantocrator la Conferința Preoțească. Vorbindu-ne despre cei 30 de ani ai săi de Episcopat, despre împlinirile și regretele sale, scoțând în relief persoana Preotesei în viața Bisericii. Discreția ei, singurătățile ei asumate, grijile ei, împreună-slujirea cu Preotul și Soțul ei. Și, în esență, că trebuie să fim recunoscători Preotesei noastre pentru tot efortul văzut și nevăzut prin care ne susține și ne creditează continuu.

Alocuțiunea Pr. Radu Mureșan a fost despre Preotul și Preoteasa sa pe calea sfințeniei, subliniind faptul că trebuie să fim prezenți deopotrivă în slujirea, dar și în familia noastră. Liniștea și aerul condiționat de la Multiplex mi-au făcut bine, am trecut prin Piață și am cumpărat ceapă, usturoi și mărar, plus un ceai rece, întors imediat cu alt autobuz, un telefon principial de la Pr. Marius Vișan, cu care am discutat pe îndelete, am scris articolul de față, mănânc pește cu salată, și sunt împlinit că am plecat cu mireasma Sfântului Gheorghios în toată persoana mea. Păsărelele și toată creația au susținut în bucurie atât Dumnezeiasca Liturghie, cât și pelerinajul din plin de la Pantocrator. Tot mai mulți dau file video pe TikTok de acolo și mă bucur pentru asta. Pentru că pelerinajul este un eveniment duhovnicesc, o întinerire a omului, o umplere a lui cu bucurie dumnezeiască.

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