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Canadian Orthodox Messenger


After a long hiatus the Canadian Orthodox Messenger has entered the internet age as a blog presenting thoughtful, reflective and, moreover, edifying content that gives glory to God and strengthens its readers to follow the Lord Jesus Christ. Articles of many different types will be considered for publication: reflections, reviews, essays, travelogues, interest pieces, and most well written pieces. Please send your submissions to messenger@archdiocese.ca.
 

Blog Articles

Although January 1st is the beginning of a new calendar year, there doesn't seem to be anything that really denotes that. After all nothing really changes with the new year; it is as dark and cold on January 1st as it is on December 31st. This being said, everything changes when September 1st comes along.

By Anastasia Bartlett

Christ is here!

The twinkling lights speak of His presence. His birth returns light to the world as He illuminates every shadow of darkness in the world and within us.

Christ is here!

The evergreen speaks of eternal life, the candy canes display red and white stripes of blood and purity.

Christ is here!

The feast of favourite foods and drink is as dust in the mouth without the bread of life, the wine of gladness and the water of eternal joy.

Christ is here!

By Anastasia Bartlett

My mother died recently. My sisters and I ordered the marker and I was confronted with the dash between the dates, the dash in place of 84 years of living. We gave up trying to write an obituary for mom, she did so much in her life, it would never fit within the allotted space. She needed a longer dash.

By Tonia Howell, St Nicholas Orthodox Church, Kamloops

For those of us who have been drawn back year after year to the Orthodox Women's Retreat, our expectations of the serenity of the grounds and gathering areas and of the care from the organizers and staff and of the wisdom imparted by the speaker and clergy, are faithfully filled to overflowing. For those who made their first retreat this year, I trust that their outward senses and inward being were touched by the beauty of both their physical surroundings and the messages intended for their hearts.

By Anastasia Bartlett

I have always loved science and thinking outside of the box. My frequent questions were “why” and “what if”. Needless to say, they both got me into a lot of trouble as I had a tendency not only to think the questions but to act on them. In my early teens, those questions initially lead me away from religion but then brought me back to Christianity fully convinced of the existence of God even while I was taking physics at university.

By Anastasia Bartlett

We are creatures of linear time, always moving forward, only glancing back imperfectly at the past. We dream of travelling at will along our time line. Whether it is Superman reversing the spin of the earth, the Enterprise creating slingshot effect around the sun, wormholes intersecting with solar flares or the time vortex contained within a blue box, we have imagined a multitude of ways to visit our past, interfere with theoretical parallel time lines or recreate our future.

By Father Gregory Scratch

This April as we enter into spring, with longer and warmer days, we are faced with the darkness of Holy Week.  It is a contrast between the darkness of our Lord’s suffering, shame, passion, and death on the cross and the blessed light of His Resurrection on the third day. This it is something we ought to consider as we watch the world (or at least Manitoba) wake up from the winter to enjoy the gift of spring.

By Anastasia Bartlett

When my family first became Orthodox Christians, we drove 100 miles to church every week. Sunday was church day, we would leave at 7:00 am and frequently did not get back until after dark. We did it because we chose to but now I realize, we needed to.

By Anastasia Bartlett

I’ve attended a few funerals, over the years. I’ve always felt awkward since I was there to support a friend in their time of loss and never really knew how to behave. Often there wasn’t a body, just a picture which we stared at while family and friends shared stories, showed slides and maybe sang a favorite hymn or two. I’d convey my condolences, eat the sandwiches and make small talk with other attendees awkwardly standing around. Someone was here and now they’re not. Now we need to get on with our lives.

By Father Gregory Scratch

This week we remember the 38th aniversery of the repose of Matushka (Mother) Olga Michael of Alaska.

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