Sermons & Homilies

On the Veneration of the Saints - Homily for the Sunday of All Saints (2025)

Today, we commemorate all the Saints who have ever existed. The reason for this is not because we might have missed some throughout the year, but to show that this is God’s desired end for all of humanity, not just the American land, not just the Russian land, not just the Serbian land, but for all lands and for all time. The net of holiness encircles the multitudinous variations of our human race. From the peasant to the prodigy, the idiot to the intelligent, the homeless to the hierarch, the monogamous to the monk; from the Patriarch Moses to Lazarus whose sores the dogs licked, the grace of God reaches out to all people, making sinners into saints.

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Experience Is Not Enough - Sermon for Thomas Sunday (2025)

We’ve received much grace with all these events taking place and many may have had some spiritual exaltation. This is all very good and God gives it to us because He loves us and wants to console us. However, it is a common mistake to think that what we’ve received is permanent and now life will be different. To think that whatever spiritual fervor that has been engendered is us will now carry us along.

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What Shall We Do to Inherit Eternal Life? - Homily on the 25th Sunday after Pentecost
Around the year 271, there was a young man who lived in Lower Egypt, born to wealthy landowner parents, both of whom only then recently died, leaving the young man to care for his little sister and the upkeep of the family home. This young man went to the Divine Services one day, and while there he heard the Gospel which we have just heard. A friend, writing about this experience, says that the young man realized this passage had been read for his sake, and he immediately left the church, gave away all the land that he had inherited, and then sold his possessions, distributing the money to the poor, and saving some for his sister. This young man we know as St. Antony the Great...
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