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PIZZERIA AND GOD'S PROVIDENCE
3 years ago
PIZZERIA AND GOD'S PROVIDENCE
My confessor – a principled supporter of sobriety - once told me that the abuse of the word "miracle" provokes the development of enthusiasm. Or it is a sign of an already developed enthusiasm. In short, it is better not to abuse it. If there is a clear violation of the natural course of events, then the word "miracle" is appropriate, and in cases of other comforting and intelligible phenomena of Providence, it is better to use the expression "the grace of God".
In general, it was the grace of God. But in order.
A couple of weeks ago, a teacher friend told me that five schoolchildren of the city had passed the superfinal of the All-Russian Olympiad in (Fundamentals of Orthodox Culture - Ed.). And that the Education Department can send us to Moscow. "Us," because she's not ready to go with five teenagers without me.
Before my mind's eye there was a picture of two flights on a low-cost airline (one of which is night) and three-day tension between these flights. And I rebelled. Also mentally. And she said out loud that such things are decided by the abbess, and that's if she blesses…
And Mother - what... mother is always for enlightenment. And I, quickly resigned, flew to Moscow.
I had to make a plan of action already on the plane, crouching in a non-reclining chair. The plan consisted of three parts, two of which did not cause any questions. It was obvious that in preparation for the Olympics, I would have to "take more, throw further," and during the Olympics itself, either pray or nervously pace in the lobby of St. Tikhon's University. But the third part of the actions, the final one, was drawn vaguely.
Obviously, a debriefing will be required after the Olympics. But how do you make it tirelessly for children who have already given their best for three days in a row? Vague images surfaced in my mind: we are sitting in a pizzeria, feeding the guys "yummy" and along the way – lively and fun - discussing the Olympics. But there were also questions: where to go and what to throw a feast on?..
And from somewhere in the subconscious, an unexpected thought suddenly came out: you also have to tip the waiter! At least 150 rubles. It would be better to have a little more, but at least so… At this point, I even shook my head – some kind of nonsense. The thought took offense and went back to the subconscious.
In general, the first two parts went according to plan: on the first day at the PSU, we were kindly given an excursion to the Museum of the New Martyrs and were also invited to a classical music concert. On the second day we toured and toured Red Square and the Kremlin, Danilov and Donskoy, paid special attention to the Church of the New Martyrs in Sretensky. We walked from morning to evening almost without rest. By dinner, the guys and the teacher went to the hotel, and I hobbled off to meet friends.
I probably talked about my plans for the evening of the next day... but I don't remember it, because everything was obscured by worries about friends whose relatives live in Ukraine, and pain in their legs. Therefore, when a friend gave me a five-thousandth piece of paper with the words: "This is for pizza for children," I was surprised. And even tried to refuse.
But even after stuffing the red-haired piece of paper into my pocket, I somehow wasn't too happy: the evening of the next day still seemed extremely vague to me, and the feeling of God's care was not experienced much. Or maybe the answer to insensitivity was total fatigue: I even lost my voice – I had to tell and explain so much in those days.
After the Olympics, in an effort to take from Moscow, if not everything, then at least more, we went back to the Museum of the War of 1812. But it was closed. As for the pizzeria, it was clear that only "millionaires" could eat near Red Square. Things were taking the turn I feared, and besides, it was getting really cold, which is always more noticeable on an empty stomach.
We wandered through some alleys in confusion. And at the moment when I thought that after the "chilled" state, the "freshly frozen" state follows, the children noticed a pizzeria with relatively affordable prices, according to them (I've been to a pizzeria twice in my life and I don't know the prices). In addition, a decent discount was promised, because we had a birthday boy.
It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her
And then everything was as I saw it. We were all sitting together, ordering food and sorting out flights. Everyone's tension eased and their appetite returned. It was fun and delicious. We didn't really look at the prices, deciding that if five thousand is not enough, then we'll just drop a little. But there was an amount of 4848 rubles in the receipt.
The thought of a tip got out of my subconscious and said maliciously:
- 152 rubles is a little more than 150.
"Okay, okay," I replied– "I give up and repent of my lack of faith.
The tip was modest, but the waiter was delighted.
We peacefully walked along the historical streets with beautiful lighting, choosing them at random, and then it turned out that an unauthorized rally was taking place in the neighboring streets. The children, when asked what else they would like, said: "Buy souvenirs for brothers, sisters, friends...", and we immediately stumbled upon a souvenir shop. And 15 meters away from him - to a shop of all sorts of strange sweets.
We are not late and we are not lost. They didn't mix anything up. No one caught a cold. The last Aeroexpress train was not canceled.
It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her.
Nun Natalia (Kaverzneva)
March 7, 2022
https://pravoslavie.ru/144822.html
My confessor – a principled supporter of sobriety - once told me that the abuse of the word "miracle" provokes the development of enthusiasm. Or it is a sign of an already developed enthusiasm. In short, it is better not to abuse it. If there is a clear violation of the natural course of events, then the word "miracle" is appropriate, and in cases of other comforting and intelligible phenomena of Providence, it is better to use the expression "the grace of God".
In general, it was the grace of God. But in order.
A couple of weeks ago, a teacher friend told me that five schoolchildren of the city had passed the superfinal of the All-Russian Olympiad in (Fundamentals of Orthodox Culture - Ed.). And that the Education Department can send us to Moscow. "Us," because she's not ready to go with five teenagers without me.
Before my mind's eye there was a picture of two flights on a low-cost airline (one of which is night) and three-day tension between these flights. And I rebelled. Also mentally. And she said out loud that such things are decided by the abbess, and that's if she blesses…
And Mother - what... mother is always for enlightenment. And I, quickly resigned, flew to Moscow.
I had to make a plan of action already on the plane, crouching in a non-reclining chair. The plan consisted of three parts, two of which did not cause any questions. It was obvious that in preparation for the Olympics, I would have to "take more, throw further," and during the Olympics itself, either pray or nervously pace in the lobby of St. Tikhon's University. But the third part of the actions, the final one, was drawn vaguely.
Obviously, a debriefing will be required after the Olympics. But how do you make it tirelessly for children who have already given their best for three days in a row? Vague images surfaced in my mind: we are sitting in a pizzeria, feeding the guys "yummy" and along the way – lively and fun - discussing the Olympics. But there were also questions: where to go and what to throw a feast on?..
And from somewhere in the subconscious, an unexpected thought suddenly came out: you also have to tip the waiter! At least 150 rubles. It would be better to have a little more, but at least so… At this point, I even shook my head – some kind of nonsense. The thought took offense and went back to the subconscious.
In general, the first two parts went according to plan: on the first day at the PSU, we were kindly given an excursion to the Museum of the New Martyrs and were also invited to a classical music concert. On the second day we toured and toured Red Square and the Kremlin, Danilov and Donskoy, paid special attention to the Church of the New Martyrs in Sretensky. We walked from morning to evening almost without rest. By dinner, the guys and the teacher went to the hotel, and I hobbled off to meet friends.
I probably talked about my plans for the evening of the next day... but I don't remember it, because everything was obscured by worries about friends whose relatives live in Ukraine, and pain in their legs. Therefore, when a friend gave me a five-thousandth piece of paper with the words: "This is for pizza for children," I was surprised. And even tried to refuse.
But even after stuffing the red-haired piece of paper into my pocket, I somehow wasn't too happy: the evening of the next day still seemed extremely vague to me, and the feeling of God's care was not experienced much. Or maybe the answer to insensitivity was total fatigue: I even lost my voice – I had to tell and explain so much in those days.
After the Olympics, in an effort to take from Moscow, if not everything, then at least more, we went back to the Museum of the War of 1812. But it was closed. As for the pizzeria, it was clear that only "millionaires" could eat near Red Square. Things were taking the turn I feared, and besides, it was getting really cold, which is always more noticeable on an empty stomach.
We wandered through some alleys in confusion. And at the moment when I thought that after the "chilled" state, the "freshly frozen" state follows, the children noticed a pizzeria with relatively affordable prices, according to them (I've been to a pizzeria twice in my life and I don't know the prices). In addition, a decent discount was promised, because we had a birthday boy.
It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her
And then everything was as I saw it. We were all sitting together, ordering food and sorting out flights. Everyone's tension eased and their appetite returned. It was fun and delicious. We didn't really look at the prices, deciding that if five thousand is not enough, then we'll just drop a little. But there was an amount of 4848 rubles in the receipt.
The thought of a tip got out of my subconscious and said maliciously:
- 152 rubles is a little more than 150.
"Okay, okay," I replied– "I give up and repent of my lack of faith.
The tip was modest, but the waiter was delighted.
We peacefully walked along the historical streets with beautiful lighting, choosing them at random, and then it turned out that an unauthorized rally was taking place in the neighboring streets. The children, when asked what else they would like, said: "Buy souvenirs for brothers, sisters, friends...", and we immediately stumbled upon a souvenir shop. And 15 meters away from him - to a shop of all sorts of strange sweets.
We are not late and we are not lost. They didn't mix anything up. No one caught a cold. The last Aeroexpress train was not canceled.
It was the grace of God. However, as always. But this evening I noticed her.
Nun Natalia (Kaverzneva)
March 7, 2022
https://pravoslavie.ru/144822.html
MartenFerret
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