One day at Christmas, my mother offered to go to the temple near the house. Just come in, stand up. Come in. Stop. Suddenly, I see an old priest giving me a sign with his hand: Come. I decided that if you call, you need to come up, if the person needs anything. I approach and understand that the priest seems to assume that I have come to confess. I can’t even say anything. About what? And why? I didn’t think about it at all. But the priest was experienced and began to speak for me. And — I had difficulty holding back tears. Everything that my father said was totally in me. Literally every thought that bothered me. What I could not formulate for myself, the priest expressed very clearly and called things by their proper names. He guessed even what I couldn’t tell anyone. During this confession I did not say a word myself. And that night, for the first time in my life, I took communion. And then after the service we stood for a long time and talked with this father. The weight I was carrying was suddenly gone.
Andrei Merzlikin, actor and altarman in the Church of the Holy Great Martyr George the Victorious.
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