[Marina56]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

I know the real case. Method "care" was a-sleeping in the car in the garage with the engine switched on. In order to "enhance the effect of" comrade decided to mix it with alcohol. We've got enough brandy, drank, drank more and thought. Someone him an unexpected way out of the situation came to mind.

Recently, I received a letter from her confessor. An astonishing letter. This is of course personal. But I asked permission to share his story and thoughts, and he agreed. Excerpt large. If the admin was not rebellious: confused: In a word, at your discretion. But the cut did not. As is.

Читать дальше... 

Home I had to go train. Sometimes, in military uniform, when in civilian life. Once, it was in the fall, I returned to the unit. Arrived at the station for thirty minutes before the arrival of electric trains. It was getting dark, it was cool. Most of the passengers were sitting in the room station. Some dozed, who spoke softly. There were many men and young people.

Suddenly, quite suddenly, the door swung open abruptly station and we ran into a young girl. She leaned back against the wall near the cashier, and, stretching out to our hands, shouted: "Help, they want to kill us."

Immediately after her run in at least four young men, and shouting: "Do not go away. The end of you, gagging this girl in the corner and begin to choke. Then another guy, just the collar, enveloped in the waiting room is one such, and she yells a heartrending voice: "Help". Imagine the picture.

Then more generally at the station on duty policeman, but on that day, he purposely did not have. People sat, and still, looking at all this horror.

Among all who were in the waiting room, only I was the only one in uniform. Lieutenant aviation. If I was then in civilian life, it is unlikely that rose, but I was in shape.

I get up and hear my grandmother sitting next gasped: "My son! Do not go, kill! But I stood up, and sit back but could not. Until now, ask yourself the question: "How dare I? Why? This would have happened today, I probably would not have stood. But I am now a wise minnow, and then? It was a very small child. Who would then feed him? And what could I do? Even with a bully can be a fight, but with five minutes and I did not stand, they would simply have smeared me.

He went up to him and stood between the boys and girls. I remember, got up and stood, and what else could I do? And remember that no one of the men had not supported me.

To my happiness, boys stopped and fell silent. They have not told me anything, and I never got hit not only looked with a kind of respect that I, or surprise.

Then they, as if on cue, turned his back on me, and came out of the station. The people remained silent. Secretly vanished girl. There was silence, and I was in the limelight. Having experienced a moment of glory, embarrassed, and also tried to quickly leave.

I walk down the platform, and imagine my surprise when I see this whole group of young people, but not fighting, and forming a hug!

I got it, they have played out! Maybe they had nothing to do, and waiting for the train, they are so fun, or maybe an argument that no one stand up. I do not know.

Then he rode in part, and thought: "But I also did not know that the guys above us joking, but I really got. Then I was still far from the faith of the Church. Even more has not been baptized. However, I realized that I experienced. Someone looked at me then. As if to ask, but how you povedesh themselves in such circumstances? I modeled the situation, while completely fenced from any risk, and watched.

As we constantly scrutinize. When I wonder why I became a priest, you can not find the answer. My opinion, still a candidate for the priesthood must be a man of very high moral condition. He must comply with all conditions and canons, the Church has historically requirements for future priests. But when you consider that I am only 30 baptized, but until that time, he lived like everyone else, you want it or not, came to the conclusion that he just does not of anyone to choose.

He looks at us as a hostess, we move to severely affected croup, in the hope still something to cook, or how one carpenter who needs to nail a few boards and nails over. Then he takes a bent, rusty governs them and tries, will they matter? Here I am, probably, that's a rusty nail, and many of my cousins who came to church on a wave of early 90's. We have generations of church builders. Our task - to restore the churches to open seminaries, teach a new generation of believers boys and girls who come after us. We can not be saints, our ceiling - sincerity in the relationship with God, our parishioners, most people suffer. And, more often, we can not help him with our prayers, Silenok not enough, the most that we can - it only share his pain.

We believe the beginning of a new state of the Church, emerged from persecution, and got used to live in a period of creativity. Those for whom we work, should come to us prepared soil, and Bark at her holiness. Because I was so much interest, the pier Baby, look at their faces. What you choose a baby, cross, or bread?

Choose a cross, my friend! And we invest in your faith, then your child's faith and pure heart multiply our sincerity, and then probably our ministry in the Church would be justified.