08/01/2026

When the priest officiates, he is holy.

 


Once, Basil the Great attended the vespers of a village in his diocese and noticed that Uncle George, known for his regular Church service, was missing. He asked the priest:

- Father Michael, I don't see Uncle George in Church, what's going on with him, is he okay?

- Your Eminence, he has been coming to Church for a long time, but I don't know why.

Then Basil the Great notified them to bring him to Church. Indeed, Uncle George came and explained to Basil the Great:

- Do you know, Despot, that 3 months ago, a murder took place in the village? Do you know that the perpetrator has not been found? And do you know who the perpetrator is? Father Michael, the parish priest!!!

Basil the Great knew everything, he didn't just know who the perpetrator was.

- And how did this happen, asked the Great Basil.

- One evening, after vespers, the deceased argued with the priest for some reason. And Father Michael, was holding in his hand, his penknife, the pointed one, which is used for carrying the relics to the Sanctuary. I don’t know exactly what movement he made with the penknife, and he hit him in the heart and killed him. How can I, Your Eminence, get revenge from the murderer’s hand?

Great Basil! However, he reassured the elder, and told him to come to Church tomorrow, because he wanted to see him again.

The next day, Uncle George arrived at the Church first, before the clergy arrived, and sat down next to the lectern. And soon, the priest, Father Michael, appeared, entering the temple and heading towards the Sanctuary.

But he saw something strange: The priest was carrying on his shoulder the deceased he had killed! Then he saw the priest enter the sanctuary, go to the vestry, put on his priestly clothes and there 2 tall, handsome gentlemen take the deceased from his shoulder! Fr. Michalis, without realizing anything, began the Divine Liturgy, in which the Great Basil also took part, who at the end even made a speech.

When the Divine Liturgy ended, Uncle George saw the priest take off his vestments and at the same time saw those 2 young men place the deceased on his shoulder and leave the Church. Uncle George was horrified! Basil the Great, as a Saint, understood exactly what had happened and approached the elder and said to him:

- Don't take the priest's sin, Uncle George, because if he puts on his petracheli and his vestments, he is a Saint when he officiates. Because the priesthood is not defiled, it does not sin. Come to Church, take Communion and take the antidoro from the hand of Fr. Michael.

- I didn't know, Your Eminence, said Uncle George. Forgive me, I didn't know that the priest is a saint when he officiates. And I was saying: ''how can I take an antidoro from a bloody hand?'' And I didn't come...

 

So Uncle George started going to Church again.

 

Dimitrios Panagopoulos the Preacher (1916 - 1982)

Lord, protect me from curiosity and idle talk.


"Let the faithful rise in the morning, kneel, and say:

'Lord, protect me from curiosity and idle talk. I want to be constructive for myself and for others. To build myself up and build others up. With my appearance, my words, my image, my language, I want to build myself up and build others up." How wonderful that would be! What a society we would have, what a Church we would have!"

Elder Eusebius Giannakakis


07/01/2026

The Epiphany when Elder Porphyrios went to a brothel – A true story


In the past, on the feast of Theophany, we used to bless houses. One year I went as well and was blessing homes. I would knock on the doors of the apartments; they would open, and I would go in chanting, “When You, O Lord, were baptized in the Jordan…”

As I was walking along Maizonos Street, I saw an iron door. I opened it and went into the courtyard, which was full of mandarin, orange, and lemon trees, and I proceeded to the staircase. It was an external staircase that went up, with a basement below. I went up the stairs, knocked on the door, and a lady appeared. As soon as she opened, I began, as was my custom, “When You, O Lord, were baptized in the Jordan…” She stopped me abruptly. Meanwhile, hearing me, girls began coming out of the rooms on the right and left of the corridor.

“I understood — I have ended up in a brothel,” I said to myself. The woman stepped in front of me to block me.

“Leave,” she said to me. “These women are not allowed to kiss the Cross. Let me kiss the Cross and then leave, please.”

I then took on a serious and reproving tone and said to her:

“I cannot leave! I am a priest; I cannot leave! I came here to bless.”

“Yes, but these women are not allowed to kiss the Cross.”

“But we do not know whether it is proper for these women to kiss the Cross — or for you. Because if God were to ask me and require me to say who is worthy to kiss the Cross, the girls or you, I might say: ‘The girls are worthy to kiss it, and not you. Their souls are better than yours.’”

At that moment she blushed slightly. Then I said to her:

“Let the girls come and kiss the Cross.”

I motioned for them to come closer. And I chanted “When You, O Lord, were baptized in the Jordan…” more melodiously than before, because I felt great joy within me that God had arranged things so that I could go and bless these souls as well.

They all kissed the Cross. They were all well-groomed, wearing colorful skirts, and so on. And I said to them:

“My children, many years to you. God loves us all. He is very good and ‘makes His rain fall on the just and the unjust.’ We all have the same Father, and God cares for all of us. We only need to take care to know Him, to love Him as well, and to become good. Love Him, and you will see how happy you will be.”

They looked at me with astonishment. Something touched their weary, suffering souls.

“At the end,” I said to them, “I am glad that God made me worthy to come today and bless you. Many years to you!”

“Many years to you,” they replied, and I left.

From the book:

G. Porphyrios, Life and Teachings,

Holy Monastery of Chrysopigi, Chania