Godina izdanja: 2014.
Format - 24 cm
Povez - Tvrd
Pismo - Latinica
Izdavač: Svetigora
Autor: Amfilohije Radović
EAN: 9788676601776
Svetigora Diary Entries and Other Records March 1999 - Decber 2000 In the words of one of endorsees of this profoundly moving Diary, Mr. James Bissett, Canadian ambassador to Yugoslavia (1990-1992), who phasized its significance as follows: The twentieth century has not been kind to Serbia or the Serbian people. Wars and suffering have plagued the nation for the best part of the century... This book stands out as a rarkable account of a shameful episode in the history of the last decade of the twentieth and the first decade of the twentyfirst century. The story has not ended, and the work of the Metropolitan will be continued. Serbia and the Serbian people will once again regain their self-respect and confidence. These Chronicles should serve as a `book of martyrs` whose suffering will act as a beacon to future generations of young men and women of Serbia to ensure that nothing like it will happen again.

An excerpt from Chronicles of the Renewed Crucifixion of Kosovo Diary Entries and Other Records March 1999 Decber 2000 by Metropolitan Amphilochius (Radovitch):

We visited once again the burned tple of the Mother of God. When we entered the tple, the bers of the burned sacred books and icons were still smoldering. The Holy Chalice wrapped in a towel was shining in the bers, miraculously protected from the fire. Suddenly we heard a strange noise coming from behind the altar railing, on which you could still discern the figures of Christ and the Theotokos, blackened by the fire, with drops of condensed resin on their faces. `Maybe the Albanian who burned the tple hid himself in the altar area`. I thought this to myself, expecting a shot from that direction at any moment. When I finally cautiously peeked through the southern door, I saw a terrified lamb which trbled like an aspen leaf in the wind in the soot of burned utensils under the Altar Table!

Those days everything was in flames in the deserted village. Only the shots echoed, and the eerie shadows of the Albanian troikas dressed in black moved around, destroying everything that was Serbian. And the lamb? It ran away early in the morning by the burning houses and corrals, flying to the altar to save itself. As I watched it trbling under the altar, it seed to me I was watching the Christ Himself, `the Lamb slain for the life of the world` offered for centuries right on this very altar as a Bloodless Sacrifice.