
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
17 September 2012
Children and the Church

04 September 2012
The New Ideal in Education
AN ADDRESS GIVEN BEFORE THE LEAGUE OF THE EMPIRE
On July 16th, 1916 by Fr Nikolai Velimirovich, Ph.D.
(Now St Nikolai Velimirovich - Canonised 2003)
"Nature takes sufficient care
of our individualistic sense,
leaving to Education the care
of our panhumanistic sense."
of our individualistic sense,
leaving to Education the care
of our panhumanistic sense."
"Ladies and Gentlemen,
If we do not want war we must look to the children. There is the only
hope and the only wise starting point. It is not without a deep
prophetic significance that Christ asked children to come unto Him. In
all the world-calamities, in all wars, strifes, religious inquisitions
and persecutions, in all the hours of human misery and helplessness, He
has been asking, through centuries, the children to come unto Him. I am
sure, if anybody has ears for His voice to-day, amidst the thunderings
of guns and passions and revenges, one would hear the same call: Let the
children come unto Me!—Not kings and politicians, not journalists and
generals, not the grown-up people, but children. And so to-day also,
when we ask for a way out of the present world-misery, when we in profundis
of darkness to-day ask for light, and in sorrow for to-morrow ask for
advice and comfort, we must look to the children and Christ.
05 July 2012
The Semantron
My favorite instrument used to call Christians to prayer is the semantron or talanton. I never thought hitting a piece of wood could be so beautiful. Listen to it here. You can also buy a great children's book, which includes a CD, here. With an audio file you can even program the semantron to sound for the hours on your laptop or cellular phone.
21 June 2012
We are Mysteries to Ourselves
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere in its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But in trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lines about us in our infancy!
Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy soul's immensity;
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage; thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind
Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!
On whom those truths do rest..."
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