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The people whose ruler was a monk, the state a church property, and the capital a monastery, expected the churches to be mocked, destroyed and closed, to wear the most hated clothes and the priestly rank the most despised occupation. It has long been noted that a battle of faith and unbelief rages around the great places of worship. Sanctuaries are fires that burn all that is earthly, doubtful, and destructive around them, and ennoble all that is solid, heavenly, and incombustible.
Montenegro is decorated with saints and shrines, so it is rare that it shows fights against gods without disguise.
One such site is the Morača Monastery, in whose enlightenment Metropolitan Amfilohije Radović was born.
One winter not so long ago, which could be called universal, I found at the door of a non-monastic investiture in which there was a police station: a man with the palms of his hands in front of the monastery. When asked what he does, he explained that he is very hot. Perhaps he was the only one at that time to feel that flame.
A spark fell from Morača Lavra’s fire at farmer Ćiro Radović’s house and it did not burn, but true faith burned in it.
In those years when Cyrus took his son to enroll him in seminary, there was no narrow path for someone to take or a heavier burden to guide him. It seemed like a journey beyond time and the world, so then you could hear from the world that “it was better to set it on fire.” They all went in one direction and only one in the opposite direction. Today’s Montenegrin metropolitan told me how, going to Belgrade with his father, he prayed to God not to admit him to that school. But Risto was one of the brightest children and the best students, so he soon thanked God that he fulfilled his father’s wish, and not his. And I heard Ćiro Radović when he said: “If I had nine children, if they were all my priests, I would be the happiest!”
Those words could only be heard from him in the Montenegrin hills. His contemporaries, firm in his logic and clear calculation, loudly reprimanded him for driving back such a guy, who, if he had gone where the others were going, would have gone far only if he had not chosen a cloak among so many uniforms.
Most of the priests of Montenegro, along with its metropolitan, died in World War II. Some of the survivors became sverzanties who professed a new faith in public oblivion, reminding the flock how they lied and cheated, but never believed. The few who remained in his rank were not allowed to wear a cloak, much less a beard. One dared to wear a bearded fly under the lower lip. It was rumored that he could hide it in his mouth when meeting the Kabadahis from the local police. In one village they buried God, in another they buried the church, in the third they dressed, in the fourth they saddled up a priest, most of the time they sent cattle to the church or turned it into a warehouse and tool store.
Radovan Zogović also left a note that during the war he used a birch broom to clean up the piles of excrement left by the madman in front of the altar and under the steering wheel of the Holy Mother of God in the Morača Monastery.
It happened in the people where almost every house is a small local church. In Montenegro, it has taken many forms of social and family life from the church. These analogies should be discussed in more detail elsewhere. When the Njegoš chapel was demolished, the young people of Cetinje demonstrated around the monastery. The only demonstrations in Montenegro broke out against the metropolitan who resisted the destruction of the altar in Lovćen. “What are you wondering? None of those children were baptized!” the late Ćiro Radović spoke.
At that time, Risto was already Amfilohije. Word about him came from Greece, Crete, Rome, Paris, Mount Athos … At the funeral of Father Justin, the Bishop of Crete mentioned that the Orthodox envy Serbs who have prayer books before God like Father Justin and your spirit children. Amfilohije and Atanasije.
At the time, few people among the Serbs knew they existed, let alone in Crete believed that the Serbian people adhered to their prayers.
One of the interpreters of Gorski vijenac noted that for all the people in the song, it is explicitly indicated what place and tribe they are from, except the wisest: Abbot Stefan, who speaks on behalf of higher justice and culture, which represents the catholicity, the experience and the teachings of the entire Christian universe.
He is a man of the world. the only one among them who stayed and celebrated Christmas in the holiest places: in Bethlehem, on Mount Athos, in Holy Kiev.
One of the heirs of that thought and that role in the spiritual life of Montenegro today is the metropolitan Amfilohije, who fell to the point of sowing heavenly wheat in that desolate land.
In Montenegro, where today it is not enough to say: “the aroma of flowers and love came out of the world”, but it can be freely added that the heart came out of the heart and soul of the soul and the house of the house and the cross of the cross and the tree of the child’s tree. And Montenegro was convinced that “it is a pain to go to war with God.”
Risto, the hero of Christ, a leaf from Montenegro, a house from Moravia and a root, is today in the chair of Saint Peter in Cetinje stone to collect all the wounds like the most crucified soul and make the height reach the height, tears of tears, depth of depth, language of language, cross. cross, whole.
Book Returning the soul to purity / Matija Bećković
Publisher: Makarije Printing House
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