Tagged “Orthodox Christianity”
Browse Tagged “Orthodox Christianity” from the Canadian Macedonian Heritage Society archive, library and community collections.
Four Friends from the Village
Four friends from the village, Met together at “Margareta,” And made a household of their own, Where ten men lived together at a time. For breakfast, they told us Cornflakes were the thing to eat. So we went and bought some, Certain we would dine properly. A giant box we carried home, Covered with many letters; It even had red little spots — They looked like strawberries. We poured in plenty of ...
Beauty & Art in Our Churches
Aneta Georgievska Shine presented a lecture on the beauty and significance of church art, drawing on her extensive scholarship in European art history. The talk focused on renowned Macedonian iconographer Dicho Zograf, highlighting his life, his role in the Debar School, and his contributions to Byzantine-style icon and fresco painting. Through this exploration, she illuminated the deep cultural, historical, and spiritual meaning of Macedonian Orthodox Christian art, while also acknowledging contemporary contributions, including those of Georgi Danevski.
Spero Thompson - MACEDONIANA; OUR TREE OF LITERATURE
From our origin in the garden of Eden man has a close relationship with trees. In contemplation of our group of writers The Brothers Miladinov Macedonian Poetry Society it occurred to me that we are very much like a tree, a tree of Literature Like a tree we have four parts, roots, trunk, branches and leaves. Also as an expression of life we produce fruit ( our writings) As to our genus we are of the Macedonian Oak ...
Spero Thompson - RED EGG DAY IN CABBAGETOWN
Red Egg Day was the name given by the neighborhood boys for the observance of Easter Sunday by the local Macedonian Orthodox community. Our neighborhood was located in the Cabbagetown area of Toronto around Saint Georges Macedonian Church on Regent Street. I lived four doors east of the Church on Sutton Avenue. My Father was an immigrant from Macedonia and my Mother an Irish immigrant. I grew up enjoying both ...
Spero Thompson - THE VOICE OF HIS HAND (George Danevski master painter)
Introduction; The master artist sets down his paint brush and steps back, satisfied It is the last brushstroke of the millions that precede this final act of applying his trade. With a sense of resignation he lowers boxes of paints and brushes, adhesives, gold leaf protractors and compasses along with a stool and benches, from the top of the scaffolding to the ground. He climbs down, how many times has he ascended ...
Spero Thompson - THE CHOIR OF SAINT CLEMENT OHRID (From many Macedonian lips One Golden Voice)
Sunday mornings at the Cathedral of Saint Clement Ohrid The congregation gathers in the Church sanctuary There, traditional Byzantine frescoes on the ceiling and walls Depict the Birth, Life, Death and Resurrection of our Lord Jesus In whose memory the communion service is celebrated. Stand at the back, unobtrusively taking in the whole scene Inhale the wafting scent of incense and melting candles Observe the ...
Patsy Sider - THE LETTER "Z"
At the church of St. Panteleimon, in Lerin I was going to get the Lord's blessing. The church choir chant sweetly. The church choir chant softly and angelic. Every Sunday in the church I felt a particular joy. I felt peaceful Because I Love the Christian believes. I admired the icons, the paintings. What liveliest expressions were these! The faces of the Saints were painted with skill Which were called the highest ...
Patsy Sider - O, ARCHIMANRITE, NIKODIME TSARKNIAS
Dressed in the Jesus Christ mantle Spiritual man of God Archimandrite Nikodime Tsarknias In Aegean Macedonia is a Macedonian priest Holy appearance Angelic expression He wants the human rights For the Macedonians of Aegean Macedonia He meets many obstacles But he faces them all heroic The Greeks offer him treasures and gold For him to mistreat the Macedonians Archimandrite Nikodime Tsarknias A Living Saint answers ...
Patsy Sider - THE MACEDONIAN PRAYER
My memory goes back To those years that I had no speech. I loved the Macedonian songs. The unmerciful Greeks forbade our culture. Why, why, they took away The customs which belonged to us? Why, why, they took away The language and the scripts which belonged to us? Discrimination is a mortal disease. It poison's the mind and the soul. We search for human rights We obey the Holy Word. Rise, O, Macedonian children To ...