Sfintii si animalele ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Romanian

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Sfintii si animalele

Stiinta moderna defineste relatia dintre om si animale ca fiind una extrem de complexa. Din aceasta perspectiva, animalele sunt considerate fiinte cu care putem avea relatii sociale. Manifestam simpatie si afectiune fata de acestea insa, in acelasi timp, le Continue reading “Sfintii si animalele ╰⊰¸¸.•¨* Romanian”

Saints & the animals that served them – PDF

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Saints & the animals that served them – PDF

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Saint Artemon of Laodicea, Syria

Saint Brendan of Ireland

Saint Elijah the Prophet

Saints Florus & Laurus, Martyrs in Illyria, Croatia

Saint Gerasimus of Jordan Desert

Saint Kevin of Ireland

Saint Mamas of Caesarea, Cappadocia, Asia Minor

Saint Menas, Great Martyr of Egypt

Saint Seraphim of Sarov, Russia

Saint Sergius of Radonezh, Russia

Saint Tryphon of Campsada, Apamea, Syria

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Sainte Pharaïlde de Belgique et de Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France (+740)╰⊰¸¸.•¨* French

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Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France

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Sœur de Ste Gudule et nièce de Ste Gertrude de Nivelles, Pharaïlde voit le jour dans la région de Gand (Belgique). Malgré son désir de se consacrer à Dieu, ses parents l’obligent à épouser un jeune seigneur prénommé Guy. Elle devient rapidement veuve et profite de sa liberté pour se consacrer entièrement à la prière et à la charité.

Plusieurs miracles lui sont attribués, dont celui, d’une oie à qui elle aurait rendu la vie alors qu’elle avait déjà été tuée et plumée. Ses reliques ont reposé temporairement dan l’abbaye Saint-Bavon de Gand, avant d’être plusieurs fois transférées en divers lieux pour échapper aux dévastations causées par les guerres.

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Sainte Pharaïlde, ou Veerle en néerlandais, est une sainte ayant vécu de 650 à 740 – ce qui est une exception pour l’époque. Elle est née en Belgique, dans l’actuel Brabant, et a vécu à Steenockerzeel en Belgique et à Bruay-sur-l’Escaut dans le nord de la France.

Le début de sa vie

Elle est née en 650 en Gaule septentrionale. Sa famille possédait beaucoup de biens dans ce qui est actuellement le Hainaut et le Brabant ; certains historiens désignent le domaine de Geetbroek et celui de Gherbroek, près du château de Ham, entre Bruxelles et Malines. Son père s’appelait Thierri (Duiderik en Flamand), c’était un noble qui accompagnait le roi dans ses campagnes et, en temps de paix, vivait dans ses domaines et villas. Comme toutes les filles de bonnes familles de l’époque, elle reçut une solide éducation religieuse au monastère de Nivelle dirigée par Sainte Gertrude.

Sa vie à Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France

Fille noble, elle ne choisit pas son mari ; on la maria avec Guy, le fils d’Othon, le chef d’une tribu saxonne établie à Bruay sur l’Escaut. Guy se blessa gravement lors d’une partie de chasse à cheval, Pharaïlde le soigna et il se remit lentement mais mourut de maladie. Veuve et seule très vite, elle rendit d’innombrables services à la population, elle avait les moyens et le savoir pour cela.

Les miracles

À Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, elle fit jaillir une source en frappant le sol de son fuseau pour étancher la soif des ouvriers qui travaillaient aux champs et qui n’avaient rien à boire.

Dans un de ses domaines de Bruay ou de Steenockerzeel, suivant les versions des historiens, une troupe d’oies sauvages vint se poser. Un domestique en captura une et la mangea en famille. Pharaïlde l’apprenant, demanda qu’on lui apporte les restes de l’oie et lui rendit la vie.

La fin de sa vie

Elle mourut à l’âge de 90 ans en 740, ayant rendu d’innombrables services de son vivant. Elle est inhumée dans la chapelle dédiée à Saint Jean-Baptiste qu’elle avait construite. Cette chapelle devint l’église Sainte Pharaïlde, probablement à Bruay-sur-l’Escaut. Les personnes commencèrent à la prier juste après sa mort car ils la considéraient comme une sainte et c’est grâce à eux que sa sainteté éclata. Son culte est ratifié en 754. En 810, on parle du sanctuaire de Pharaïlde dans une vie de Saint Saulve, martyrisé à Beuvrage. En 914, dans une charte du Roi Robert, on parle d’une Basilica beatae Pharaïldis qui a été détruite par les Normands pendant leur invasion de 879-883.

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Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France

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The Orthodox Patriarch

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Orthodox Church in Antarctica

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Saint Pharaildis of Belgium & France raised a goose (+740)

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Saint Pharaildis (Pharailde) of Ghent, Belgium

& Bruay-sur-l’Escaut, France (+740)

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Saint Pharaildis or Pharailde (Dutch: Veerle) is an 8th-century Belgian saint and patron saint of Ghent. Her dates are imprecise, but she lived to a great age and died on January 5 at ninety.

Pharaildis was married against her will at a young age with a nobleman, even after having made a private vow of virginity. Her husband insisted that she was married to him, and her sexual fidelity was owed to him, not God. She was therefore physically abused for her refusal to submit to him, and for her late night visits to churches. When widowed, she was still a virgin, and dedicated herself to charity.

According to the Vita Gudilae Pharaildis was the sister of Saint Gudula, Saint Reineldis, and Saint Emebert.

Several miracles are attributed to the saint. Saint Pharaildis caused a well to spring up whose waters cured sick children, turned some bread hidden by a miserly woman into stone, and there are accounts of a “goose miracle,” in which Pharaildis resuscitated a cooked bird working only from its skin and bones.

Saint Pharaildis carries a goose as her insignia.

Her feast day is January 5.

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Saint Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991) & his wild birds

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The parrot of Saint Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991)

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Saint Porphyrios of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991)

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Saint Porphyrios

of Kafsokalivia & Athens, Greece (+1991)

& his wild birds

Saint Porphyrios was born Evangelos Bairaktaris in the village of Aghios Ioannis in the province of Karystia on the Greek island of Euboea (mod. Evia). The youngest of four, he left school after the first grade and worked in the town of Chalkida at a shop to make money for the family. He was a hard and obedient worker, and stayed there for a few years before moving to Piraeus on the mainland (it is Athens’ port) and working in a general store run by a relative.

Although he hardly knew how to read at the time, Elder Porphyrios had a copy of the Life of St John the Hut-Dweller which he read as a boy. St John inspired him. St John the Hut-Dweller was late fifth-century Constantinopolitan saint who secretly took up the monastic life at the famed monastery of the Acoimetae (Unsleeping Ones). After living for some years according to a very strict rule, St John was granted permission by his abbot to go life near his parents so as to cleanse his heart of earthly love for them. He then dwelled in a hut beside his family, identity unknown, for three years. He revealed himself to his mother on his deathbed.

Young Evangelos was inspired by St John the Hut-Dweller’s story and wanted nothing more than to become a monk. He tried to run away to Mt Athos, the Holy Mountain, to become a monk on a few occasions. When he was 12, he succeeded at his goal and entered the life of obedience to two very strict and severe elders. At the age of 14, he became a monk under the name Niketas, and at 16 he took his full vows.

During these early years of the monastic life, Elder Porphyrios was given no praise but many tasks. He spent much time alone on the mountain with no one but the birds. He learned the Psalms and the prayers by heart. And at age 19, he received a gift from the Holy Spirit of clear sight. When this gift came, he saw his elders approaching his position even though they were far away and around a corner. He knew what they were doing. Later in his life, Elder Porphyrios was able to use this gift of sight to counsel and care for the souls of the many people who came to him seeking God’s grace.

The simplicity of Elder Porphyrios’ heart is visible in his recognition of the songs of praise sung by the birds to Almighty God, a realisation he had while living on the Holy Mountain:

“One morning I was walking alone in the virgin forest. Everything, freshened by the morning dew, was shining in the sunlight. I found myself in a gorge. I walked through it and sat on a rock. Cold water was running peacefully beside me and I was saying the [Jesus] prayer. Complete peace. Nothing could be heard. After a while the silence was broken by a sweet, intoxicating voice singing and praising the Creator. I looked. I couldn’t discern anything. Eventually, on a branch opposite me I saw a tiny bird. It was a nightingale. I listened as the nightingale trilled unstintingly, its throat puffed out to bursting in sustained song. The microscopic little bird was stretching back its wings in order to find power to emit those sweetest of tones, and puffing out its throat to produce that exquisite voice. If only I had a cup of water to give it to drink and quench its thirst!

Tears came to my eyes…” (Elder Porphyrios, Wounded by Love, p. 31).

Elder Porphyrios’ love of the animal world, and of birds in particular, is illustrated by his taming of two wild parrots later in life. He wished also to tame an eagle, but I don’t know if that happened. One of his parrots would say the Jesus Prayer with him.

Ill health forced Elder Porphyrios to leave Mount Athos, and he returned to Evia where we lived at the Monastery of St Charalambos, Levka. In 1926 he was ordained priest and was given the name Porphyrios. He lived at the Monastery of St Charalambos for twelve years as a spiritual guide and confessor, and then three years at the deserted Monastery of St Nicholas in Ano Vatheia.

1940 saw the Second World War and Elder Porphyrios’ move to Athens. He became the chaplain and confessor at the Polyclinic Hospital where he served for many years, leading the liturgy and hearing confessions and ministering to the staff and patients of the hospital, many of whose previous contact with Christianity had been minimal or merely formal.

From 1955 to 1979, he lived at the Monastery of St Nicholas in Kallisia. He was still chaplain at the Polyclinic, but he was now able to also live out his lifelong dream of being a monastic at the same time. In 1979, he moved to Milesi, a village that overlooks Evia, where he lived at first in a caravan and later in a single-cell built of cinder blocks. However, the goal of founding a monastery was realised, and in 1984 he was able to move into one of the rooms of the complex under construction, and in 1990 the foundation stone of the monastic church was laid.

He returned to the Holy Mountain and died at his hermitage in Kavsokalyvia, where he had become a monk so long ago, December 2 1991.

Stories about Elder St Porphyrios abound. One time, a young man on the verge of suicide received a phone call out of the blue, and it was the saint (neither knew each other) who counselled him not to kill himself. This young man was converted, and later met Elder Porphyrios before becoming a priest himself. One young woman had a vision of Elder Porphyrios while she, too, was contemplating suicide. At both these times, Elder Porphyrios had been at prayer when the Lord made the miracle happen.

Elder Porphyrios was a man who could be deeply moved by the words of Scripture:

“One Good Friday we were doing the service. The church was packed with people. I was reading the Gospel, and when I came to the phrase, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani, that is, My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? I was unable to finish it. I didn’t read the words ‘why have you forsaken me?‘ I was overcome with emotion. My voice broke. In front of me I saw the whole tragic scene. I saw that face. I heard that voice. I saw Christ so vividly. The people in the church waited. I said nothing. I was unable to continue. I left the Gospel on the reading stand and turned back into the sanctuary. I made the sign of the cross and kissed the Holy Table. I brought to my mind another image, a better one. No, not a better one. There was no more beautiful image than that one, but the image of the Resurrection came to my mind. At once I calmed down. Then I returned to the Holy Doors and said:

‘Excuse me, my children, I got carried away’” –Wounded by Love.

Imagine if more ministers were so drawn into Scripture that their hearts were pierced in the formality of Sunday services!

I have run on long enough. There is much to say. I encourage you to learn the life and teachings of this saint — they are even available in the English book Wounded by Love: The Life and Teachings of Elder Porphyrios.