The night The King of Heavens was born … ~

Icon of the Divine Infant, Jesus Christ, the only Uncreated King and Perfect Man without sin,
just as God invisioned man from the beginning

How the world welcomed The King of Heaven … ~

The night Christ was born was very cold. The cave was cold and the Virgin did not know what to do. Then Joseph thought of lighting a fire to warm Himself a little, but He could not find wood anywhere …

He goes out of the cave, takes a walk, but nothing. He goes in again, takes some straw from the manger, and lights a fire. As soon as the Virgin Mary saw them, She cried and Said that they should always be golden …

But after a while, the straws went out. The cave froze again. Joseph came out again and His legs were tangled in a dry branch. It was rosemary. Joseph lit it and the Virgin Wished for it to smell like musk and decorate the icons of the Saints. But the fire lasted a while and the frost intensified …

Then Joseph heard in His bag , voices, saying to him,

“Joseph, go to our mother, the olive tree, above the cave, and tell her that Christ Is in danger. She will be very upset that we knew and did not tell her anything.”

It was a handful of olives that He had kept along with some bread for an emergency …

Joseph went to the olive tree and she began to break pieces of wood from her old trunk and push them towards the entrance of the cave. The fire was burning all night and the warmth spread around the newborn, Jesus Christ …

In the morning the tree was nothing but a root stump. When the Virgin saw it, She cried, bowed to it, caressed it, and Said :

“My wish for you is to have fruits and to never dry out. May your oil nourish and illuminate people at night to light the candle of Christ. “

And so it happened. By nightfall, the olive tree was as big as before. Since then the olive tree does not age. It dries, but from its roots, it sprouts again and rejuvenates.

Amen📿🕊️✝️

Icon of the Holy Trinity and Holy Mary Mother of God

A Child and a King Is Born!

The only true living King is born; The Saviour is born!


For to us, a child Is born, to us, a Son Is given; and the government shall be upon His shoulder, and His name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6
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saying, “Where Is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we saw His star when it rose and have come to worship Him.”
Matthew 2:2
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She will bear a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.”
Matthew 1:21

Above : rare icon of Most Holy Theotokos, Panagia, being pregnant with Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God.

Christ went as a refugee to Egypt, clothed, weak, orphaned, and poor. Before He taught us with His words to be patient, He taught us with His afflicted life. It was not enough that He was born in the crib with the foals and the sheep, but Herod also chased Him so as not to take away from him this false kingdom; and , later the Pharisees and the Scribes looked for every opportunity to kill Him.
The persecution started from birth.
Fotis Kontoglou – The feast of Nativity

The Nativity Cave scene of Jesus Christ, inside a rock on the mountains of Meteora, Greece

Η νύχτα που γεννήθηκε ο Βασιλέας των ουρανών …

Το βράδυ που γεννήθηκε ο Χριστός έκανε πολύ κρύο. Η σπηλιά ήταν κρύα και η Παναγία δεν ήξερε τι να κάνει. Τότε ο Ιωσήφ σκέφτηκε να ανάψει φωτιά για να ζεσταθούν λίγο, μα δεν έβρισκε πουθενά ξύλα…

Βγαίνει έξω από τη σπηλιά, κάνει μια βόλτα, μα τίποτα. Ξαναμπαίνει πάλι μέσα, παίρνει λίγα άχυρα από τη φάτνη και ανάβει φωτιά. Μόλις τα είδε η Παναγία δάκρυσε και είπε να είναι πάντα χρυσά…

Όμως ύστερα από λίγο τα άχυρα έσβησαν. Η σπηλιά ξαναπάγωσε. Βγήκε πάλι ο Ιωσήφ και τα πόδια του μπερδεύτηκαν σ’ ένα ξερό κλαδί. Ήταν δεντρολίβανο. Ο Ιωσήφ το άναψε και η Παναγία ευχήθηκε να μοσχομυρίζει και να στολίζει τις εικόνες των Αγίων. Μα η φωτιά κράτησε λίγο και η παγωνιά δυνάμωσε…

Τότε ο Ιωσήφ άκουσε μέσα από το σακούλι του φωνές που του έλεγαν: Πήγαινε Ιωσήφ στη μάνα μας την ελιά, πάνω απ’ τη σπηλιά και πες της πως κινδυνεύει ο Χριστός. Θα στενοχωρηθεί πολύ που το ξέραμε και δεν της είπαμε τίποτα. Ήταν μια χούφτα ελιές που τις είχε φυλάξει μαζί με λίγο ψωμί για ώρα ανάγκης…

Ο Ιωσήφ πήγε στην ελιά και εκείνη άρχισε να σπάει κομμάτια ξύλου από το γέρικο κορμό της και να τα σπρώχνει προς την είσοδο της σπηλιάς. Όλη τη νύχτα έκαιγε η φωτιά και η ζεστασιά απλώθηκε γύρω από τον νεογέννητο Χριστό…

Το πρωί το δέντρο δεν υπήρχε παρά μόνο ένα κούτσουρο ρίζας. Όταν το είδε η Παναγία δάκρυσε, έσκυψε, το χάιδεψε και είπε. Την ευχή μου να ’χεις και να μην ξεραίνεσαι ποτέ. Το λάδι σου να τρέφει και να φωτίζει τους ανθρώπους…

Το βράδυ να φωτίζεις το καντήλι του Χριστού. Έτσι κι έγινε. Μέχρι το βράδυ η ελιά ξανάγινε μεγάλη όπως ήταν πριν. Από τότε η ελιά δε γερνά. Ξεραίνεται, μα από τις ρίζες της ξαναβλασταίνει και ξανανιώνει.

Αμήν 📿🕊️✝️

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