The place where the temple stood, is Holy forever

The throne and consecrate every action to him – the touch of Christ. Stone nails, washed by rose water and wine, anointed with chrism, clothed in garments white, funerary and precious top, Royal, – triple surround VERVIEW marking the put in which the Lord was allotted to the chief priests Annas and Caiaphas and the divine power which holds him the entire Universe. Now Christ is here among us. Maria Stroganova – how in the Vladimir region revived the temple.

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The place where the temple stood Holy forever. My friend says: “don’t fly away angel”. When dad bought a house in the village of the Vladimir region, we certainly didn’t know that on the contrary it is not a wasteland, and the Foundation of the former temple. Stood out, just the fact that here the noise-bloomed field is incredibly high fireweed.

Soon the villagers learned that the village bought the house, the priest told us about the temple and about the fact that it was built by a man who once lived opposite, and the local drunk Shackle at the request of the Pope cleared the Foundation. The temple was small, almost chapel, but in the Museum of the city of Yuriev-Polskiy the Pope said that the chapel was consecrated as the Church of St. Sergius of Radonezh in the beginning of the century in honor of the coronation of Emperor Nicholas II. Dad, of course, I didn’t hesitate – it is clear that the Church needed to restore the benefit of my dad’s friend, a famous architect.

Construction began in 2009 and over the summer built a basement, and in the fall parents have been in an accident. My mom doesn’t get up, and dad will have time to complete construction, to bless the cross and see the painted iconostasis, though not installed.

 

The story ended on 6 October, when the Bishop Alexander and Yuriev-Polsky innocent made a great consecration of the temple. We’ve been preparing for – sale items, repair and whitewashing of the whole Church from the outside – all in the woods, dust and paint… a Month of work. Two nights before the consecration we hardly slept. Had to clean, wash, cover the tables, and in three hours the night before the consecration – we sat down to rehearse it and to see the notes.

The morning began just like a cold shower. Came the subdeacons and began to lay out carpets, vestments, prepare for the consecration of objects. All the worry, run. I was approached by a sub-deacon: does not melt the wax-mastic – tile, we bought yesterday in the store, poorly warmed up. The wax-mastic – mastic incense, which is needed in the consecration of the altar, anoint it its pillars. So Nicodemus and Joseph Aromatase were anointed with ointment the body of Christ.

I rush home, put a ladle of paste to gas. And no gas. Run behind the tank in the garage, change the gas, thought I have one, of course: now the Bishop had already arrived and everyone is waiting for me alone – you are the weakest link, goodbye. Subdeacon took from my hand a ladle, like a jewel, they must have been worried, too – how many times in life we attend the great sanctification?

Photo: Ilya Flerov

And then everything calmed down, everything was ready and all were waiting for the arrival of the Bishop. It was very warm and quiet, even sleepy, and someone asked in a loud whisper: “And who are we waiting for?”. And here about from deacon and proclaimed, “Wisdom”. The Meeting began, and then the Great consecration.

The consecration of the temple is called update. Above it are tinogasta, as over the man who is clothed in Christ through Baptism and Chrismation: here I stand and now I want to be different – not just a building, and a receptacle of God.

Photo: Ilya Flerov

The throne and consecrate every action to him – the touch of Christ. Stone nails, washed by rose water and wine, anointed with chrism, clothed in garments white, funerary and precious top, Royal, – triple surround VERVIEW marking the put in which the Lord was allotted to the chief priests Annas and Caiaphas and the divine power which holds him the entire Universe.

Photo: Ilya Flerov

Now Christ is here among us.

Then sprinkled with Holy water and anointed with chrism, and the walls of the temple. The consecration is finished, it remains only to invest in its basis of power.

Probably it will rain – I thought the day before, – just not rain! When we came to the procession with the relics, I did not even notice that there on the street – don’t remember. We were all, probably not on earth at this moment.

The relics, which were laid in the Foundation of our Church – Martyr Tryphon. The miracle of coincidences that do not happen. Our whole family, except my father, were Baptized in the Church of the Holy Martyr Tryphon Naprudnom, Riga.

Photo: Ilya Flerov

The procession ended in front of the temple gates. Then the choir needs to go inside the temple, behind us close the doors, and the Bishop and the people remain outside. For the choir is, of course, the most solemn part – in this moment we celebrate a heavenly power that opened the sky before ascending to God. Bishop tells us how the skies: Take, take God, the King of glory! And we are the angels, seeing their Lord in human form, terrified to ask: Who is the King of glory?

I don’t know if we sang like angels, as it sounded from the outside, but we tried very hard to keep us from heaven-from outside the door was heard.

The doors opened and began the Liturgy.

Photo: Ilya Flerov

When it ended service, lithium at the tomb of the Pope and the feast in the refectory, the Lord embraced us with Tanya in a fatherly way and said, “Thanks, sisters”.

I look at the temple from the window, and he seems to me alive. That evening the great blessing we have in the village for the night cut down the light for the first time for so long. He probably wanted to be alone, alone with God within yourself, in your heart. Shrouded in darkness, as the baptismal robes, the invisible man before the heavens opened.

Photo: Ilya Flerov

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