Seek Her in the Depths of Your Suffering

May the light of the Theotokos flicker through the night of our souls on this day of Dormition.

"And he went out and wept bitterly"

“The student thought again that if Vasilisa wept and her daughter was troubled, then obviously what he had just told them, something that had taken place nineteen centuries ago, had a relation to the present––to both women, and probably to this desolate village, to himself, to all people. . .The past, he thought, is connected with the present in an unbroken chain of events flowing one out of the other. And it seemed to him that he had just seen both ends of that chain: he touched one end, and the other moved.

-The Student by Anton Chekhov 

Long live Chekhov  Long live the Church.  Pray for us, O' holy St. Peter.