Identifier: farjourne00rihb (find matches)
Title: A far journey
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Rihbany, Abraham Mitrie, 1869-
Subjects: Rihbany, Abraham Mitrie, 1869-
Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton Mifflin company
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Princeton Theological Seminary Library

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My ( 97 I A FAR JOURNEY mother would mix a small quantity of dough,just in cold water, and no yeast whatever, tie itup in a piece of white cloth and give it to meto hang up in a tree that knelt. For threemornings I carried the yeast to the fountain,immersed it three times, in the name of theFather, Son, and Holy Ghost, repeating thechant of my Church: By Thy baptism, OLord, in the river Jordan was made clear theadoration of the Holy Trinity. The voice of theFather witnessed to Thee, calling Thee thebeloved Son. And the Spirit in the form of adove also witnessed to Thee. O Thou who hastappeared and enlightened the world. ThouChrist-God, glory be to Thee! The yeast hung in the tree for three days,then was taken into the house, and behold amiracle! The dough was raised without yeast!Did not my remote un-Christian ancestors somanifest their devotion when their sacred treeshung with votive gifts ? The Easter festival stands greatest amongthe festivals of the Greek church. Our priestI 98 )
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THE PRIEST SPRINKLING HOLY WATERON EPIPHANY DAY THE RELIGION OF MY FATHERS often said that the picture of the Virgin lookedvery sad on Good Friday and smiled on Easter. The Great Lent was to us a period of self-denial and religious contemplation and prayer.I would not say that we were always burningwith zeal during this long period for the thingsof the spirit. We did, however, pray more dur-ing Lent than at any other time. I repeatedmy three prayers mentioned above, every night,and knelt and kissed the ground (a sign ofhumility before God) from three to six times,while I repeated these words: O God of power,be thou with us; for in times of sorrow wehave no helper but thee; O God of power, bewith us. But the somber hue of those days of self-denial began to grow lighter and more cheeryfor me when my mother commenced, about themiddle of the lenten season, to make my holi-day clothes. I was not fitted for the occa-sion at a department store; in those days we Kneeling in prayer is not requ

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