Our days are numbered…

Our days are numbered. Every stroke of the clock reminds us to seek Him Who created time and Himself stands above the measure of time. He alone is able to pluck us out from the ravaging torrent of time… Every stroke of the clock tells us: Be watchful! You now have one hour less until you must cross the threshold into life after death which knows neither days nor hours. Do not be seduced by the momentary sweetness of sin which vanishes like a dream, leaving the soul empty, ailing, anguishing; it steals away precious time and ruins it forever. Do not waste time in useless occupations or idleness. Every one of you has a God-given talent to put to use.
–Saint John of Kronstadt (1829-1908)

Your Lord is…

Your Lord is Love:
love Him and in Him all men,
as His children in Christ.

Your Lord is a fire:
do not let your heart be cold,
but burn with faith and love.

Your Lord is light:
do not walk in darkness of mind,
without reasoning or understanding, or without faith.

Your Lord is a God of mercy and bountifulness:
be a source of mercy and bountifulness to your neighbors.

If you will be such, you will find salvation yourself with everlasting glory.
–Saint John of Kronstadt (1829-1908)

Thank God every day…

Thank God every day with your whole heart for having given to you life according to His image and likeness – an intelligently free and immortal life…Thank Him also for again daily bestowing life upon you, who have fallen an innumerable multitude of times, by your own free will, through sins, from life unto death, and that He does so as soon as you only say from your whole heart: ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and before Thee!’ (Luke 15:18).
–Saint John of Kronstadt (1829-1908)

Prayer is the…

Prayer itself is the piercing of our hearts by pious feelings towards God, one after another – feelings of humility, submission, gratitude, doxology, forgiveness, heart-felt prostration, brokenness, conformity to the will of God, etc…. When these feelings are present, our praying is prayer, and when they are absent, it is not yet prayer.
–Saint Theophan the Recluse (1815-1894