Was at a buddy's house and picked up a couple books from him. This is one:
The Saint who scandalized a younger Metropolitan Anthony of Sourozh by drinking beer and smoking openly in her monastic robes while unbeknownst to him dying daily giving her life to save others.
Been "avoiding" her. As I say, I ain't into holopr0n. I heard one version of life read in the parish and I could barely "keep it together". She was the real deal.
How her life ended depresses the hell out of me and I how she lived it depresses the hell out of me. Saw this at my buddy's and figured it was time to read a Saint whose life in an unfortunate way touches mine.
When the Jews in occupied lands had to wear the Star of David and other Christians said it wasn't a Christian problem, she said:
There is no such thing as a Christian Problem. Don't you realize that the battle is being waged against Christianity? If we were true Christians, we would all wear the Star. The age of Confessors has come.
For that one line alone: There is no such thing as a "Christian" Problem. She reminds us of our fundamental calling.
Neatly and frighteningly summing up the Christian life:
The way to God lies through love of people. At the Last Judgment I shall not be asked whether I was successful in my ascetic exercises, nor how many bows and prostrations I made. Instead I shall be asked, Did I feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit the sick and the prisoners. That is all I shall be asked. About every poor, hungry and imprisoned person the Savior says ‘I’: ‘I was hungry and thirsty, I was sick and in prison.’ To think that he puts an equal sign between himself and anyone in need. . . . I always knew it, but now it has somehow penetrated to my sinews. It fills me with awe.
When the edict came down for Jews to have to wear the Star, she wrote a poem:
Two triangles, a star,
The shield of King David, our forefather.
This is election, not offense.
The great path and not an evil.
Once more in a term fulfilled,
Once more roars the trumpet of the end;
And the fate of a great people
Once more is by the prophet proclaimed.
Thou art persecuted again, O Israel,
But what can human malice mean to thee,
who have heard the thunder from Sinai?
"What can human malice mean to thee, who have heard the thunder from Sinai?"
Indeed, how much less can human malice mean to we, who claim to have heard the groans from Calvary?
St. Mary Skobtsova pray for us!