On the Tenth Day of Christmas...

On the Ninth Day of Christmas...

.:Greeting the Metropolitan:.

.:The Chrismation of the Servant of God, Gregory:.

.:The Enrollment of Eleven Catechumens:.

.:Blessing Saint Basil's Bread:.

.:Where's Little Man?:.

.:Little Ones Giving Flowers and Pictures to the Metropolitan:.

.:Tenth Anniversary Luncheon at a Gorgeous Restaurant:.

Photos by Kraig

The Tree of Jesse for Little Ones: Week Eight...

Day Fifty Sword

Day Fifty One Sandal

Day Fifty Two Dove

On the Eighth Day of Christmas...

Metropolitan Jonah is visiting our parish for our tenth anniversary this weekend!

Photo by Kraig

On the Seventh Day of Christmas...

Happy New Year!
May 2011 be a year of blessings for you and your family!

Paperwhites...

On the Sixth Day of Christmas...

Our friend, Alex, entertaining the little ones by juggling clementines!

My parent's Christmas tree waiting to be decorated for Old-Calendar Christmas.

It was a lot of fun to visit with my parents, sisters, and brother today. We even got to see Kate in her wedding dress! The visit was way too short, but we'll be going back for a few days for the bridal shower!

On the Fifth Day of Christmas...

We traveled up to see our parents and siblings for a very short overnight trip today. We spent the day with my in-laws and two of Father John's brothers and their girlfriends and enjoyed a delicious Christmas Dinner together: Roast Beef, Crockpot Pork Tenderloin, Mashed Potatoes, Green Bean Casserole, Gravy, and Garlic Bread.

On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

The fourth day of Christmas, we had errands to run that included a long visit to the bank for Papa. While we waited for him, he children and I ducked into the bookstore and used up a gift card on a few good books: The Snowman, Tracks in the Snow, Mama Do You Love Me?, and Snow.

Embrace Life...

This seatbelt advocacy video so touching!

Bonnet Tip: MommyLife

On the Third Day of Christmas...

We were officially snowed in today! Father John ventured out in the late afternoon and said that the roads were a mess. We are planning on visiting family on Wednesday, but I am happy to stay home until then!

Learning Basket: The Twelve Days of Christmas...

Books

The Twelve Days of Christmas
The Twelve Days of Christmas
The Friendly Beasts
Joy to the World
Good King Wenceslas
Wenceslas: The Eternal Christmas Story
The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree
The Little Fir Tree
Christmas Day in the Morning
We Three Kings
Silent Night
Silent Night: The Song From Heaven
The Theophany of Our Lord

The Tree of Jesse for Little Ones: Week Seven...

Day Forty Three Angel With Trumpet

Day Forty Four Standing Shepherd

Day Forty Five Kneeling Shepherd

Day Forty Six Star

Day Forty Seven Name of Jesus

Day Forty Eight King With Myrrh

Day Forty Nine King With Gold

On the Second Day of Christmas...

What is it about snowy days that makes time slow? It was so nice to snuggle down in our cozy home with hot chocolate in our mugs, Christmas lights on, and lots of time to dream and play. A day with nothing to do but spend time with each other is rare indeed, but so very welcome!

The Place of the Heart...

By the Very Rev. John Breck

"God reveals Himself in the silence of the heart." The early desert monks, followed by ascetic laborers of every generation, came to know this truth through their own, most personal experience.

We can acquire knowledge about God in many different ways, first of all through the Bible and the Liturgy. The question, however, is how we move from knowledge about God to knowledge of God, that is, to an ever-deepening communion with Him in love.

This is a critical question, especially when we find ourselves overwhelmed by some crisis or tragedy in our life that strains our capacity to believe. The same question arises, though, whenever we at-tempt to respond to some inner longing to know God personally and intimately. That longing is a gift that God bestows on us, one that corresponds to His longing for communion with us. As a contemplative Catholic sister once told me, "God has placed an insatiable longing for Him-self in the depths of every human heart."

The ascetic tradition tells us that such longing is met and satisfied at the core of our being, in the inner recesses of what the Psalmist calls "the secret heart." After Holy Friday vespers some years ago I was in the kitchen of one of our monasteries, eating toast and drinking a cup of tea with an elderly priest who had spent many years in prison during the period of Communist rule in Romania. His only offense had been to preach the Gospel and serve the people God had entrusted to him. We spoke a little about spiritual trials, and he alluded to those years and to their brutality. His eyes betrayed his emotion as he recalled the loneliness and the pain he had endured. For a few minutes he was quiet. Then he slowly made the sign of the cross and said, "I thank God for those years…. Because they made me go inside."

"They made me go inside." This man, and so many like him, could have given up to despair. Instead, by the mercy of God, he was able to enter the depths of his own being, the temple of the heart. That prison, with its bitter hardship and persecution, its loneliness and grief, was transformed into a spiritual desert. There he was able to engage in warfare with demons both within and without, and he emerged from it strengthened and renewed.

The thread that binds his experience with the intuition of the Catholic sister is their common focus on the heart. As holy people within the Body of Christ have always known, it is there that God most fully reveals Himself. After earthquake, wind and fire, it is there that His still small voice speaks ineffable words of consolation and peace. This is as true for ourselves, in the ordinary routine of our daily lives, as it is for a Father Arseny, a Mother Elisabeth, and all those who have suffered immensely, knowing they were bearing the Cross of Christ.

True knowledge of God is experiential. Reading the Holy Scriptures and spiritual writings, participating regularly in liturgical worship, devoting ourselves to works of love: these are indispensable if we are to acquire such knowledge. Yet much depends on our ability to read, pray and serve at the level of the heart.

To enter into that sacred space, in this culture and with the usual demands on our time and energy, is no easy matter. We may try to pray each day, read through the Prayer Book prayers, or open the Bible for a few minutes, all in an effort to "come into God’s presence," as though God were "out there" and had to be invited or coerced to enter our life. We forget that the heart is more than a physical organ. It is a temple, where the Holy Spirit dwells with grace and power. Our task is to enter the space of the heart, to descend into its sacred depths, and to stand in humble awe before Him.

To make that inner journey, it is sometimes necessary to put aside books, liturgical tapes, even the Bible, and to spend a few moments in silence. The early morning or the evening after dark are good times to go into our room, close the door, and light a candle before an icon. There in that stillness we can collect ourselves and focus on what is most important in our life. We can make our confession, begging God’s merciful forgiveness for our sins and shortcomings. We can offer up in thanksgiving the gifts of family and friends, of achievements and healings that we have received by His grace. We can make intercession, begging His mercy and healing for ourselves and for those we love, for our enemies and for all the people of His world. In that silence we can also allow Him to speak to us and to make Himself known.

Prayer of the heart is more than an oft repeated formula, more than a confession of faith and an appeal for mercy. The traditional words, "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me!" have extraordinary power. They possess the power of the Name of the Son of God, which "upholds the universe." Those words, however, like all prayers, find their most true and powerful expression when they flow from the heart, from the depths of inner silence.

We strive to move from knowledge about God to communion with Him. This striving, which arises from an insatiable, divinely bestowed longing, leads us finally to the place of the heart. Miraculously, in the stillness of that place and in the presence of the Holy, we enter, for a moment at least, into Paradise.

On the First Day of Christmas...

Today was a wonderful day! We began our Christmas celebrations at 11pm last night with Matins followed by a midnight Liturgy and festal meal. It was wonderful and brought me back to my childhood! This morning was leisurely spent opening stockings, enjoying waffles, sausage, and hot cocoa, and opening presents. Father John scheduled Vespers at noon and then we came home for the little ones to nap and the preparations for our Christmas feast! I am happily exhausted! How was your Christmas?

Christ is Born!!

Thy Nativity, O Christ our God,
Has shone to the world the Light of wisdom!
For by it, those who worshipped the stars,
Were taught by a Star to adore Thee,
The Sun of Righteousness,
And to know Thee, the Orient from on High.
O Lord, glory to Thee!

Learning Basket: Christmas...

Books

Great Joy
The Lion in the Box
The Gift of the Magi
The Christmas Miracle of Johnathan Toomey
The Little Drummer Boy
Prepare O Bethlehem: The Feast of the Nativity
An Orange for Frankie
B is for Bethlehem
Christmas Tapestry
The Story of Holly and Ivy
The Nativity of Our Lord
Room for a Little One
Uncle Vova's Tree

Christmas Menu...

Christmas Menu

Pork Loin
Mashed Potatoes
Stuffing
Christmas Cauliflower
Green Beans
Cranberry Sauce
Applesauce
Cookies
Candies

What are you serving?

Ice Ornaments...

When I saw GardenMama's ice ornaments a few months ago, I filed the idea away for when the weather got cooler. This past Saturday, I was about to toss Little Man's dead birthday bouquet, and I remembered the ice ornaments! Sugar Plum and I cut apart the bouquet and spread it evenly in a 12 cup muffin tin. We added a ribbon loop and some water to each cup and slid it into the freezer. Yesterday afternoon, we popped each ornament out (by running a little warm water over the back) and hung them on the tree in our front yard. Since the morning sun hits the tree directly each morning, we had a little melting, but now I think that they look even prettier!