The first two places I had been given by Denis Lama were actually those of two Catholic monks and third, the only one I managed to contact, therefore, was the only Orthodox (!) but was totally unaware of any it at first ... In reading it, I considered fairly quickly that there was the call of Providence. When I returned to the monastery of St. Anthony Placide Father, I obviously looked around me everything that could bear the name Orthodox, places and people, and the librarian of the institution where I was working with that I sympathized with the result of a conversation about angels (sic), former professor of Russian traditionalist Catholic married to a Russian Orthodox, I discovered near my place of work (Thanks again Wonders once!) the Skit of the Holy Spirit in Mesnil Saint-Denis where I could even go on foot. So I made the knowledge of Father Barsanuphius monk of French origin to look more Russian than the Russians and fervent defender at the time the language. Barsanuphius father helped me distinguish the theological differences between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, his catechesis me even more precious than I could visit him often. He introduced me to the iconography and of course I could see the little chapel where Father Gregory Krug - whose grave is behind the sanctuary - has painted the frescoes. I felt in the heart of the mystery in this wonderful sort of cave of Bethlehem and gradually I penetrated the mind and soul of orthodoxy. I would like to pay tribute to Father Barsanuphius, it gets little in the media Orthodox official, but I know how much I owe him. I began to go skit whenever I could and I introduced me with a certain audacity, even in the absence of a monk and therefore without his authorization, in the park and the skit before the chapel door I recited my or my Psalter tchotki acquired the monastery St. Anthony. Every Friday I took my slices of bread brought from home for my midday meal of fasting and praying before I went back to work ... until Barsanuphius Father, to my surprise out of his hermitage, got almost angry and asked me what I wanted to become Orthodox, I am pointing out that since the time I had my rosary making metan before the door of an Orthodox sanctuary it had something a little inconsistent ... and he's playing an important book in my spiritual journey, "For man God becomes "the Catholic Father Francis Brown, who have decided to take the plunge. This book for me was the bridge between the mystical Catholic that was what interested me most at that time in Catholicism and Orthodox theology to the point that when I had finished studying the book, it does not seem to me that one could be Christian without be orthodox. So the question is not of the Father Barsanuphius unanswered. So I went back one day with your family at St Anthony monastery and we became Orthodox. For a while then I went to the liturgy celebrated by Father Barsanuphius every Wednesday morning and it was a wonderful time. Father Barsanuphius forced to confess before attending the Liturgy and I found it quite practical to limit the occasions of sin, I never questioned this practice, instead I loved this requirement. Similarly celebrations in Slavic am not pose any problem because I had loved the same way Tibetan, Sino-Japanese and Latin in various offices of the stages of my spiritual journey. I always knew that by entering into a sanctuary that was the moment to do the mental work and on the contrary the study, reflection, analysis, translation should be done before or after but not during services. I loved these liturgies and I consider it a blessing to be able to participate. After the liturgy, we went to the tomb of Father Gregory, iconography, to celebrate a pannychide and it was for me the revelation of the deep emotion that I feel to pray for the dead. Later in my parish I've never been to sing and pray at the graves pannychides. I always remember two simple sentences Barsanuphius Father: "Orthodox One stands upright! "(Set very telling for a former Zen Buddhist) sentence that accompanied me since my whole life, through thick and thin and helped me to get up in the certainty of the Resurrection and the other "Always stand in the presence of God" of course what I'm trying to do even today, many years later, my eyes hanging on the icons when my soul falters disoriented. Glory to Thee O Our Lord! Glory to Thee!
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