In one convent, an abbess was chosen. The old abbess died, and
The new one should have been chosen by the sisters themselves. Three nominations were proposed.
nuns who, according to the sisters, were worthy to take a place
abbess.
While the sisters in the refectory counted the votes (tickets in secret).
An old archimandrite entered the corridor and called to him.
One sister took her to a corner and told her:
— Can you tell anyone what I’m gonna tell you?
No one, my sister replies.
“Listen, the abbess will be the one,” he said quietly, “who will have
one vote.
— How is that? my sister wondered.
— You will see, said the elder and went to his cell.
When the two of them came together, they were two sisters.
50 votes were cast, that is, equally, and for the third – only one.
voice. Not knowing what to do, the sisters decided to draw lots. They
They wrote three pieces of paper with the names of the previous candidates, put them in a clobe and
They asked the little girl to take out a piece of paper. What do you think?
The girl took out a piece of paper with the name of her sister, who received only one vote
voice.
This is how God works and chooses. People choose people in the majority
They look at their faces, and God chooses them.
God sees in the heart of man.
So do not be troubled, servant of Christ, when you see that no one is there for you.
It protects people. Don’t try to find your own supporters.
I would have stood up for you in a difficult time.
But look for a foothold in God. He alone will stand for you in your just cause,
And if you still hesitate to stand up for you, you still believe that
The final victory will be yours, even though none of the people are you.
I would.
And this abbess whom one voice chose, then did great things.
Good deeds. So, for example, in the last (Great Patriotic). —
The war she and her sisters saved more than three hundred
children. These babies were forcibly taken from their mothers by the Nazis, who
They wanted to take them to Germany. However, they failed to do so.
Soviet troops went on the offensive, and the Nazis threw the children on
One of the deaf semi-stations of Ukraine. It was winter, severe frost. Residents
All were hiding in the woods, and the children were freezing and starving.
The abbess, whose name was Pavlina, someone said that at thirty
Children are dying miles from the monastery.
Without thinking twice, the mother of Pavlina and the sisters of the monastery took provisions and
I walked to the station. Every minute the Germans came and
Kill the sisters, but they walked and walked, ignoring the danger. When
When they reached the train where the children were, they were horrified.
They screamed and cried, calling their mothers for help.
The larger ones came out, ragged and hungry. They froze on
snow, not having the strength to climb into the cars. And little kids, ages.
Four or six, didn’t get out of the car. They died of hunger and cold.
They are on board, lying on raw and dirty straw. To the long echelon.
One could hear the cries, crying and moaning of dying children.
Pauline’s mother and her sisters rushed to their aid. Mom! Mom!
Dear Mother! the children shouted in one voice when they saw the sisters running up to them.
Cars. What joy, dissolved in weeping, visited the souls of these
The little ones, when they saw the tender faces of the sisters,
They have bread and food. The children cried, especially the girls, they hugged and
They kissed the nuns, seeing their motherly care. Crying and sisters,
sympathize with the grief of poor children abandoned to their fate.
The sisters fed, caressed and took the children to their monastery. Teh
Those who could not walk were carried in their arms. It was very difficult for them to reach
They brought their children wherever they could.
He washed them, clothed them, and raised them with his mother.
care and love.
The war is over. Children were transferred to orphanages and orphanages of different
cities. How many tears and tears were weeping at the breakup! Many children.
They did not want to leave the monastery because they loved their sisters.
grateful hearts.
It’s been a few years. In the monastery began to receive letters of gratitude
from grown men and women. They were already in college, many of them.
They became engineers, technicians, doctors. And Pauline’s mother, getting these.
She rejoiced with her sisters and thanked God.
He helped them to do such a good thing.
Author: Archim. Tikhon (Agrikov)
The Holy Land Charitable Foundation
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