
Let me give you some background. One hundred years ago, Father Raphael used to travel across the United States, seeking out "lost" Orthodox Christians who had no parish. He would arrive in a city, sometimes at midnight, only to drop his bags in a hotel and then head back out into the night. Armed with a phone book, he would find Syrian and Lebanese names, then go knock on their doors, offering to serve liturgies, baptisms, or other sacraments.
Near the end of his earthly life, as he was traveling across the southern states, some Syrian and Lebanese Christians in our city heard he was coming through on a train on the way to another location. They arranged to meet him at the train station, where he blessed them and their desire for a church in this city. He reposed before the parish could be realized, but we consider this blessing as the beginning of our little parish that exists today.
No one knows where these original families are now. Maybe they chose to attend Episcopal or Catholic parishes. Wouldn't it be nice to reunite with the descendants of those faithful ones from 1912?
Anyway, after liturgy we traipsed over to the land where the old train station used to be, sung hymns to St. Raphael, and processed around the area singing the apolytikion:
Rejoice, O Father Raphael, adornment of the holy Church! Thou art champion of the True Faith, seeker of the lost, consolation of the oppressed, father to orphans and friend of the poor, peacemaker and good shepherd, joy of all the Orthodox, son of Antioch, boast of America. Intercede with Christ God for us and for all who honor thee.

What an awesome story. Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteWow, what an amazing story! I agree with Susan's thanks!
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