Waiting for a Lenten Miracle that Will Inevitably Happen to You
the abbot of the Naval Church of St. Nicholas in Chersonese
That story happened during Great Lent. It was
connected with the event, after which not only my life changed, but even my own
name became different.
I was studying in the Theological Academy and was
preparing for the monastic tonsuring, which the students of the academy usually
have during Great Lent. At that time I was lucky to visit Holy Mount Athos. It
is hard to express with words the impression, which that place made on me. The examples
of Athonite elders and brothers, patient obedience of the brethren and
beautiful services full of prayer, the beauty of the local nature and a
completely different perception of life without any false interests – all those
things fed my soul spiritually.
The Lord gave me an opportunity to visit one beautiful
monastery on the rocky breakages of Athos. In the gates of the monastery, we
were met by schemahierodeacon Silouan. He was a Serbian by his origin, but he
told us that he was tonsured in honor of a Russian ascetic, whose spiritual
feat is rather revered among the brethren of the monastery. Together with Fr. Silouan
we visited a small cemetery, climbed the highest tower of the monastery and
venerated the sacred items gathered in the monastery. In the evening, when I
got acquainted with some brothers of the monastery, I heard a strange dress to
me from one old monk. “Silouanos”, he said. I would not even pay attention to
that, if the brothers did not tell me that the monk addressed to me. But my
name was Nikita!
“Just an accident”, I thought and forgot about that episode
the very next day. I had to leave soon , and Fr. Silouan said asked me about
one thing: to send him the name with which I would be tonsured a monk. He
promised to commemorate me in his prayers.
In a few weeks, I had a tonsuring in the Academy.
According to the tradition of our academy, the monks receive the names of the saint
graduates. That is why everyone anticipated that there would appear Fr. Cyrion,
Fr. Paisios or may be Fr. Anatoly in the academy. Accordin to another
tradition, we drew the papers with names. Then was the sacrament. The hierarch
raised the scissors above my head and proclaimed cutting my hair: “Our brother
Silouan is tonsured by the cutting of the hairs of his head...”
So far, Great Lent for me is the time when you are
waiting for a miracle that will inevitably happen to you.
Source: https://foma.ru/velikopostnaya-nesluchaynaya-sluchaynost.html