Two weeks ago we published the main dates for the Triodion & Pentecostarion 2019 as a service to our readers.
The Sunday of the Last Judgment falls on March 3 this year. On that morning, Matthew 25:31-46 will be chanted solemnly in every Orthodox church around the planet. Will we—individual Orthodox believers, families, parishes, seminaries, monasteries, dioceses, national Churches—raise our eyes piously to heaven, sigh, and return to our comfortable homes to forget about this uncomfortable Gospel for another year? Or will we have the ears to hear at last the message that our path to God runs straight through every single hungry, thirsty, homeless, inadequately clothed, foreign, lonely human person who steps into our line of vision from day to day? Will we repent—in the most radical possible sense of changing our mind and turning around—even in relation to our precious money, our unnecessary possessions, our world travels?
Almsgiving is not a part-time hobby for the Orthodox Christian individual, family, parish, seminary, monastery, diocese, national Church, but our very way of life, our only life, that newness of life to which we were called when our selfish egos were buried with Christ in baptism.
It’s become insufferably trendy to inject “theosis” into every second or third sentence of our theological discourses. St. Maximus the Confessor is clear on this point: Unless we give money to the poor cheerfully every day, we have not even begun to become God.
Toronto’s story is Every City’s story. Let’s begin today, wherever God has placed us, to do what we can. We can do much more—and without much more—than we imagine.

The Rosedale Valley is a ribbon of calm winding through the bustling centre of Toronto, a natural buffer of Manitoba maples and Japanese knotweed separating the mansions of south Rosedale from the crowded towers of St. James Town. It’s also one of the few places downtown where someone can set up camp, just minutes from churches that serve hot meals, without fear of being moved along by city workers or police.
On a grey and rainy afternoon late last fall, Greg Cook headed toward the ravine on one of his regular walks. He’s a 39-year-old outreach worker at Sanctuary, a Christian charity run out of an old church near Yonge and Bloor that hosts daytime drop-ins and community meals for the homeless. Cook has long, shaggy hair, a quiet demeanour and a deep faith. He has worked with Toronto’s homeless for more than a decade, handing out sleeping bags and socks and trying to find people space in shelters. Sometimes he just goes out to talk, showing a friendly face to people who are often ignored. Read More




