<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:28:26.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Maxims</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3368126179975763783</id><published>2009-04-10T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:00:01.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40.   Get help when you need it, without fear or shame.</title><content type='html'>A stirring conclusion to this collection of meditations, from Allison in DC.  Many thanks to all of you who have posted, commented, read and absorbed these words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that this last Maxim had fallen to me, I had to smile at the appropriateness of the match.  (Not an uncommon occurrence, as I’ve noticed from previous posts!)  Having recently emerged from the most intense experience of my life – a complicated labor, c-section and the incredible gift of my baby girl – I was still keenly aware of what it feels like to need help, and to need it desperately.  In a society that grasps clutchingly at youth, that veritably worships vigor, mobility, and – above all – independence, finding oneself suddenly and absolutely dependent on others can be like a slap of cold water in the face.  It was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That experience taught me many, many things, but the one most pertinent to this Maxim is that the Lord tenderly cares for His children, and He desires us to tenderly care for one another.  When we ask for help, both from our gracious God and from those around us, we should do so without fear or shame.  This begs two questions: Why do we fear?  Why do we feel shame?  In meditating on my own journey, I believe that fear is the result of lack of trust, trust being the basis of any loving relationship: “Perfect love drives out fear.”  If I perfectly and completely trust the one whom I have called to my aid, I will not fear abandonment.  At the same time, complete trust often doesn’t manifest until we have come to the “end of our rope”, so to speak.  It is when we finally realize that, “No, I can’t do this on my own.  In fact, I can’t do this at all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shame – in this context – is the offspring of that many-headed monster, pride.  Why should I feel shame when relying on someone to help me walk, bathe, get out of bed?  Because my pride is shouting that I should be able to do this on my own.  I shouldn’t need help.  Help is for the weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the consistent message of the Gospel is the audacious blessedness of the weak and lowly.  Jesus points to a little child and tells us that the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.  He is the Good Shepherd, and in the icon on my shelf, He has a fragile, snowy lamb draped over His shoulders, its spindly legs grasped gently in His nail-scarred hands.  We are the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lamb doesn’t fear, because he knows that his only hope is in the Shepherd.  A lamb has no shameA lamb has no shame, because humility, not pride, reigns within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we are to imitate the Shepherd, and help carry our fellow believers.  During the season of my recovery, I felt a special kinship with the elderly and infirm.  For a few brief weeks, I tasted what for many is a daily reality.  The Lord convicted me of my breezy indifference to others’ suffering, and I now strive to show much more compassion and deference to those whom our society has marginalized.  May God help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May He help each of us, as we close our Lenten journey and enter into the joy of His Holy Pascha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3368126179975763783?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3368126179975763783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3368126179975763783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3368126179975763783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3368126179975763783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/40-get-help-when-you-need-it-without.html' title='40.   Get help when you need it, without fear or shame.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-171606111245364370</id><published>2009-04-09T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:10:39.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>39.   When you fall, get up immediately and start over.</title><content type='html'>From Colleen in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that a monk was once asked, "What do you do all day at the monastery?" He replied, "We fall, and we get up. We fall, and we get up." His simple description of ascetic struggle gives great insight into monastic life, and really, to all of us who would follow Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approach the end of the Great Fast, I must fight discouragement over my numerous falls. I was so sure I could maintain a certain level of spiritual discipline, but daily was reminded of how futile my efforts are without complete submission to Christ. Humbled and grateful for the healing that the Church offers us through the sacrament of Confession, I have to try very hard not to dwell on what I said in the presence of my priest, but rather what was forgiven. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer book contains a prayer to the Theotokos that helps me to pray the words that I am constantly thinking: "No matter how often I repent, I appear a liar before God, and repent with trembling. Can God shake me and I do those same things again an hour later?...You know...that I abhor my evil deeds and love the Law of my God with all my mind. But, most pure Lady, I do not know how I can love what I abhor and turn away from what is good..." This, I think, is why the word "immediately" is part of this maxim; I should not allow myself to be crushed by the fall; I should instead, with God’s help, get up at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not succumb to the paralysis of despondency over my sin, for it will always be with me, as long as I am on this earth. Only one day remains of the spiritual retreat that is Lent: but there is still time to get up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-171606111245364370?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/171606111245364370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=171606111245364370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/171606111245364370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/171606111245364370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/39-when-you-fall-get-up-immediately-and.html' title='39.   When you fall, get up immediately and start over.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7986917204424578133</id><published>2009-04-08T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:00:01.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>38.   Endure the trial of yourself and your faults serenely, under God’s mercy .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7986917204424578133?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7986917204424578133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7986917204424578133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7986917204424578133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7986917204424578133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/38-endure-trial-of-yourself-and-your.html' title='38.   Endure the trial of yourself and your faults serenely, under God’s mercy .'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8277682664459778714</id><published>2009-04-07T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:00:00.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>37.   Have no expectations except to be fiercely tempted to your last breath.</title><content type='html'>From Carla in Southern California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I learned that I'd been assigned this maxim, I shuddered. "Oh, no," I thought, "what terrible temptations are going to come to me during Lent?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I pondered this, I realized that I am already being fiercely tempted every day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't see it most of the time. I walk through life thinking that I am a pretty nice person, a "good Christian" who tries very hard to do the right thing, at the right time, in the right place, for the right reason. Something is wrong here. If I am not recognizing the temptations, I easily fall prey to them. Just the mere recognition of these temptations each day is helpful in overcoming them--not so that I can "do the right thing", but so I can draw near to God and humbly cry out to Him to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem is that I am making all of this effort pretty much "on my own" apart from the true humility of realizing that I cannot "be good" and "do the right thing" on my own, without the mercy and grace of God working in me. In fact, if I am not abiding in Him and if He is not abiding in me, I cannot bear any good fruit whatsoever. It's all sour fruit, or rotten fruit, not worth the effort to even harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being tempted fiercely every day...to be prideful, self-righteous, selfish, lazy, depressed, judging, unkind, greedy and idolatrous (yes, I desire things of this world and personal satisfaction more than God). As I pray the St Ephriam Prayer each day during Lent, I am identifying with all of the things he asks God to take away. I consider the fact that I can finally see this as progress, and it feels good to my soul. I always knew somewhere deep inside that all the outward veneer of "goodness" was not the truth, and it is satisfying to be able to finally see a glimpse of "the real me" so that I can avail myself of confession, forgiveness, and transformation by the love and mercy of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way in which I am continually being fiercely tempted every day is to fill my heart and mind (nous) with clutter and all manner of thoughts--ranging from great ideas, things to do, to worries over this and that and the other thing...and yes, unfortunately, judgments, proud thoughts, and covetous thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that this Maxim came to me. I have spent most of my life unaware that this has been such a lifetime habit. I let all manner of things crowd out the presence of God, thankfulness and worship. Even as I was praying this morning, I realized how quickly these thoughts come to me -- before I can even say one Jesus prayer the thoughts come barging in...even before I finish one small prayer the thoughts interrupt my concentration. What I realized this morning is that this temptation is incessant and continual, not just in my prayer time, but throughout the day and even in my sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if instead of the cares of this world and prideful and judging thoughts, our hearts and minds were continually filled with thanksgiving, praise and the simple quiet presence of Christ? What if that kind of prayer "interrupted" my other thoughts, overtaking them? I 'm sure I will not be able to attain to this in my lifetime, but that is what I desire. I feel tempted now to say to myself, "Okay, Carla, you can do this. Just try real hard." But that would be just giving in to the temptation to trust in myself -- I already have figured out that that is a fruitless effort. So, I cast myself on my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, asking for His help and mercy. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8277682664459778714?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8277682664459778714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8277682664459778714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8277682664459778714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8277682664459778714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/37-have-no-expectations-except-to-be.html' title='37.   Have no expectations except to be fiercely tempted to your last breath.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2921677661666837534</id><published>2009-04-06T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:18:08.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36.   Have a healthy, wholesome hobby.</title><content type='html'>From Colleen in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I read through these 40 Maxims, I found myself smiling when I got to this one.  Nearly all of the others contained very specific spiritual guidance, but this one at first seemed a little out of place.  How could an activity, pursued primarily for one's own pleasure and fulfillment, be on equal footing with "practice silence, inner and outer" or "cultivate communion with the saints"?  What was this doing on the list?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monastics, I understand, are encouraged to have something to do with their hands even when they are in "recreation."  Handwork serves as a way to focus both one's eyes and one's thoughts, deflecting those that are detrimental and helping to create an atmosphere conducive to prayer.  A friend of mine who spent many years in a convent reminded me of a quote which she often heard there:  "Idle hands are the devil's handiwork."  But it seems that a wholesome hobby offers more than simply preventing bad behavior by occupying our minds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have a multitude of "theoretical" hobbies, things that I would be doing if I could find more time in my life.  Music and gardening have found a permanent place in my heart, though, so I began to think about these two, and how they related to this maxim.  I realize that they provide balance in my life, often pulling me out of the mire of despair and self-pity.  Gardening gets me outside, rejuvenating me with physical labor and the stirrings of Creation.  Vigen Guroian describes this in &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=QmYffk2RERgC"&gt;Inheriting Paradise&lt;/a&gt;, a touching collection of meditations on gardening; his thinking is that "gardening is nearer to godliness than theology."  We battle weeds and diseases, we feed and nurture the growing plants, and we hope in the seeds that we plant, seeing parallels to our path to salvation in nearly every task.  And music, both in its text and melody, offers me a voice when I cannot express myself, and something to practice and perfect, as there will always be room for improvement.  These are also valuable insights into my spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But this past week I had a small revelation about what draws me to these two interests, and why they are significant spiritually.  One of my piano students had just begun her lesson, playing Chopin's Raindrop Prelude, which we had been working on for months.  But that day it was different.  Her hands moved gracefully along the keys and the sound was exquisite...I quietly walked over and propped the grand piano's lid all the way open to hear every treble note.  For the first time in more than twenty years of teaching I was moved to tears.  And it occurred to me that the things that we love (music is both vocation and hobby for me...) allow us to see the God-given beauty in His creation.  That day, hearing that piece was a direct gift from God, and I instinctively recognized it as such.  So too are the shoots poking up under the leaves that I raked yesterday and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lenten_rose"&gt;Lenten Rose&lt;/a&gt; that is blooming, right on time.  Whatever our wholesome hobby may be, it is the one that restores balance to our lives, gives us a chance to create something, stirs in us an appreciation of the God-given beauty around us, and sometimes, causes us to weep with joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2921677661666837534?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2921677661666837534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2921677661666837534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2921677661666837534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2921677661666837534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/36-have-healthy-wholesome-hobby.html' title='36.   Have a healthy, wholesome hobby.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5510754799209514608</id><published>2009-04-05T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:40:08.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>35.   Do nothing for people that they can do for themselves.</title><content type='html'>From Debbie in San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a canon of "How Not to Be Codependent," and I certainly do not follow this well at all. Thank you, Father, for making sure this particular maxim was assigned to me. Grrrr. I'm learning, a bit at a time, sometimes so slowly it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I struggle with this maxim, I learn why it is that I am so reluctant to let go of doing other people's work for them. Some of the ugly reasons that I find, as I unravel this are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I can do a better job than them&lt;br /&gt;- I guess this means I don't really respect their individuality and free choice&lt;br /&gt;- If they don't do it the way I would want it, it might end up as a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;- I get some sense of superiority by accomplishing it&lt;br /&gt;- They have come to expect or rely on me doing something they can do themselves&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to disappoint them by refusing&lt;br /&gt;- I don't want to experience their displeasure when I've refused&lt;br /&gt;- I'm dreadfully afraid that if I don't exist to come to the rescue or to be needed by another I'll have no other solid reason to be. Who would I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me think that I can take care of my own responsibilities as well as another's? I can barely keep myself going in the right direction. In fact, what has Lent illuminated so clearly about my inability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it's hard to draw the line between our own responsibility and another's free choice. But God can give us wisdom in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've asked God to show me his truth in this area, I've noticed a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We all learn by practice. Parents know this. We would never want to deprive our child of the opportunity of falling down as they learn to walk. But why do we so quickly step in when they cry out for help at 11 PM on their school project that's due the next day? Why do we so quickly offer advice on how to choose roommates, friends, or an apartment, even when they haven't asked? All of us need the opportunity to hit obstacles. We can trust God to love that person as much as he loves us, and be there for them in their difficulty, as he has been for us. Do we really think we can do a better job than God?&lt;br /&gt;- I must avail myself of His offer to cast my anxieties and fears upon Him. I can trust Him to love those that I feel inclined to take undue responsibility for.&lt;br /&gt;- I can use the time and energy to listen to God and follow the path that He's putting in front of me. This is my responsibility to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5510754799209514608?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5510754799209514608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5510754799209514608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5510754799209514608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5510754799209514608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/35-do-nothing-for-people-that-they-can.html' title='35.   Do nothing for people that they can do for themselves.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-676298716500023715</id><published>2009-04-04T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:38:40.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34.   Be merciful with yourself and others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-676298716500023715?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/676298716500023715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=676298716500023715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/676298716500023715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/676298716500023715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/34-be-merciful-with-yourself-and-others.html' title='34.   Be merciful with yourself and others.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7568819109031458321</id><published>2009-04-03T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:16:25.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>33.   Be strict with yourself.</title><content type='html'>From Laura in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the blessing of standing (and standing, and standing...) and chanting the The Canon of St. Andrew.  It is not an easy task, but strangely enough, one that I look forward to.  Our dear priest, Father Gregory, refers to this service as “boot camp.”  I can only agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me is that every time I participate in this service, certain verses seem to jump off the page and almost scream, “that’s you, Laura.”  What’s really shameful is that sometimes it’s the same verse I remember screaming at me in years past.  I think I must not grow much from year to year if this keep happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, as an Orthodox Christian, to stick to the rules, say my prayers, observe the fasts, etc.  But I have to admit, it’s also easy to look for the loopholes.  I think, “one little peek won’t matter,” or “one little bit of cheese doesn’t really matter, does it?” or even, “My whole life is supposed to be a prayer, so I don’t need to stand in front of the icons for another 15 minutes and pray.”  It’s quite shameful.  And the thing is, one little whatever might not matter in the long run, it’s the series of “one littles” that make the difference.  Think how the Colorado river carved the Grand Canyon, one little drop at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own “little” sins and all the ways I’m not strict with myself seem to come into sharp focus during Lent and services such as the Great Canon.  It’s easy to get discouraged, and often I do, thinking, I’ll never heal from all the damage I have caused and continue to cause myself and those around me through my sins.  But I know that discouragement does not come from God, for chastisement and discouragement are two different things.  And, like the monk who “falls and gets up” over and over, so should I, God willing, with a little more spiritual moxie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7568819109031458321?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7568819109031458321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7568819109031458321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7568819109031458321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7568819109031458321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/33-be-strict-with-yourself.html' title='33.   Be strict with yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7416226453763435066</id><published>2009-04-02T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:00:01.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32.   Give advice only when asked or when it is your duty.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://kindermusikbymichelemulder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassiani Michele&lt;/a&gt; in Alabama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this maxim very much.  You can guess why......because I stink at it.   I have an opinion about everything.   This isn't always a good thing.  I think some issues that go along with this maxim are being a good listener and keeping your mouth shut.  HA!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love to help people.  I am always ready to jump on board and solve the problem but sometimes that isn't what is needed.  Sometimes a listening ear is all that is needed.  If asked for advice, think before you speak.  It is ok not to have an answer.  It is ok to say "Let's pray together about it" and then do it right then and there.  I love that about one of my special friends.  She will stop and pray in Wal-Mart! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How about when you see a friend in sin?  Love is going to them and gently confronting them.  There are times that are appropriate for this kind of action.  I have been on both sides and I find that it isn't easy being on either side.  But, praise be to God for a friend that will seek me out and love me enough to help me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are almost at the end of this journey we call Great Lent and I can say this has been a difficult Lent for me and my family.  I thank God for revealing my sin and healing my soul.   I pray you all have a blessed Pascha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7416226453763435066?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7416226453763435066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7416226453763435066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7416226453763435066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7416226453763435066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/32-give-advice-only-when-asked-or-when.html' title='32.   Give advice only when asked or when it is your duty.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7683891911450899442</id><published>2009-04-01T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:00:01.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31.   Accept criticism gracefully and test it carefully.</title><content type='html'>From Marjaana in New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Accept criticism gracefully&lt;/span&gt; and test it carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it funny how, every time we receive criticism we get all defensive and are able to point out to all kinds of extenuating circumstances: “I was too busy”, “I didn’t sleep well the night before”, “I wasn’t feeling well”, “I had too much on my plate”, “What do you expect, I’m no saint” . . . Yet, when someone else makes a mistake or wrongs us in some way, they are stupid, lazy, incompetent or just bad, horrible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so guilty of the above, but funnily enough, I had taken this as one of the areas of focus as part of my Lenten journey this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to take seriously the great commandment: “Love thy neighbor as thyself”, shouldn’t we try to reverse that and try to take responsibility for our failings and transgressions despite the circumstances and give others the benefit of the doubt and look for ─ with a gentle heart ─ for their extenuating circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough? Yes! Nearly impossible at times? Yes! But, from the Orthodox perspective, aren’t we all supposed to be saints-in-training! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Accept criticism gracefully &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and test it carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the times when criticism is clearly not justified. We’ve all been there, I’m sure, the recipients of criticism as part of the blame game, a suitable outlet for someone else’s insecurity, fear, anger, bad mood or ─ sinful as we all are ─ their clear unadulterated desire to hurt you (arising from one of the above). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why testing criticism carefully is important. I bet nine times out of ten we will find that while we may not be guilty this time, we may have gotten away with something earlier, many times, so there’s no point in being huffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If after careful consideration we realize that the criticism is truly not justified, the challenge is just to let it go and try to look at the person with compassion and think about how much pain they must be in, in order to behave this way. Is being vindicated really so important that you will risk escalating the situation putting the whole relationship in jeopardy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds impossible, doesn’t it? Once again the prayer of St. Ephraim comes to our aid: “Yea, O Lord and King, grant me to see my own transgressions, and not to judge my brother, for blessed are Thou, unto the ages of ages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, in the final analysis, it is God to whom we are accountable, and accountable under his laws and as representatives of his Kingdom and his love rather than the Law of Man. So sometimes even when criticism is justifiable in worldly terms, the commandment of loving God with all thy heart and soul and loving thy neighbor as thyself trumps it. After all, wasn’t Jesus criticized for healing on a Sabbath. On the day of judgment, it will be on the degree of love and compassion for each other, our role as peacemakers that we will be judged on. So at times, that VERY IMPORTANT deadline just has to go whizzing by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7683891911450899442?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7683891911450899442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7683891911450899442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7683891911450899442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7683891911450899442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/04/31-accept-criticism-gracefully-and-test.html' title='31.   Accept criticism gracefully and test it carefully.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-74036516475448753</id><published>2009-03-31T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:17:39.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30.   Be defined and bound by God, not people.</title><content type='html'>From Jocelyn in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about this maxim, the more I realize that defining myself based on people is, for me, a matter of spending all day long comparing myself to others.  I'm better than so-and-so, more talented than so-and-so, less patient than so-and-so, more well off than so-and-so... and on and on the list it goes.  Comparing myself to people can inflate my head when my judgments make me overconfident and prideful, and also devastate my ego when I judge myself lesser or disadvantaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the key, truly, is pride.  I'm prideful in myself if I spend my time comparing myself to others; I have a pride that I will somehow measure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can measure up to God, however, which is why it's not as satisfying to the ego to define yourself by God.  But if you surround and bind yourself by God, you are free from the roller coaster of that pride will give you.  You will be free to know who you truly are, as well.  It may be ugly and painful, but true knowledge of yourself, rather than using others as a measuring stick, will ultimately create in you a more attractive personal beauty than anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-74036516475448753?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/74036516475448753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=74036516475448753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/74036516475448753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/74036516475448753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/30-be-defined-and-bound-by-god-not.html' title='30.   Be defined and bound by God, not people.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6999635101108669050</id><published>2009-03-30T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:00:02.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>29.   Don’t defend or justify yourself.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://mimisbooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt; in Seattle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this maxim, my first thought was a quote from the Sayings of the Desert Fathers* “The same Abba  Macarius while he  was in Egypt  discovered a  man who owned  a beast of burden  engaged in plundering Macarius' goods.  So he came up to  the thief as if he was a stranger and he helped him to load the animal. He saw him off in great peace of soul saying,  'We have brought  nothing into this world, and we cannot take anything out of  the world.' (1Tim.6.7)  'The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.' (Job 1.21).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I consider that we shouldn’t be attached to our possessions, and to let them own us, I realized upon later reflection this maxim is warning us against justifying ourselves. We always want to tell the story, as if somehow we miss the mark less if we have a good reason. When the pit of my stomach reminds me that I have done something wrong, it is easy for me to fall into this trap.  Justification leads to rationalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that my defense at the Dread Judgment Seat of Christ does NOT start with “so-and-so did it first” or the even more judgmental “well, they did THIS”.  When I pick up my sin and examine it, the measuring stick isn’t what others have done, but what I have done.  I recently read that St. Isaac the Syrian said, “A man who is truly humble is not troubled when he is wronged at he says nothing to justify himself against the injustice but accepts slander as truth.” This maxim reminds us that our actions aren’t for how other people see us, but how we are seen by God.  When we learn to stop justifying ourselves we learn to accept responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have far to go on applying this maxim to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6999635101108669050?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6999635101108669050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6999635101108669050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6999635101108669050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6999635101108669050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/29-dont-defend-or-justify-yourself.html' title='29.   Don’t defend or justify yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3401249356867517277</id><published>2009-03-29T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:00:00.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28.   Don’t try to convince anyone of anything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3401249356867517277?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3401249356867517277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3401249356867517277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3401249356867517277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3401249356867517277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/28-dont-try-to-convince-anyone-of.html' title='28.   Don’t try to convince anyone of anything.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-9161663698717124614</id><published>2009-03-28T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:00:00.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>27.   Don’t judge anyone for anything.</title><content type='html'>From Shamessy (Deaconessa) Ina in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 28th day of March and the 28th year of blessed marriage to my dear deacon. For those who have been blessed to seek salvation within the martyrdom of holy matrimony, you will likely see why God’s providential lot fell to me today to do the assigned reflection since it is on ‘Judgment.’ For marriage is a God-inspired setting for providing opportunities to work on this stubborn, self-willed passion. Judgment is all about ‘Me’ being ‘Judge’. Judge of most anything and everything. And who knows better than ‘Me’ how things should be done in ‘My’ world. Pity those who must live so closely with ‘Me’. How many times in these last 28 years have I started a sentence to my husband with an annoyed or outraged tone and the words, “Why did you . . . ?” Fill in the blank with any irritating behavior or failure on his part to act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day when my beloved was exhausted from his non-stop travel schedule for work, and was packing for yet another trip, I, (self-crowned queen of men’s fashion) asked him, “Why are you wearing that shirt?!” He retorted that he liked the shirt and it was comfortable. Only when it was too late did I think about how my judgment of his clothing choice served to kick him when he was down. I felt ashamed when I happened to look in the closet some time after he left and saw that the ‘offending shirt’ had been unpacked. Who had died and made me the judge . . . ? I was the ‘worm’ from Proverbs 12:4: “As a worm in a tree, so an evildoing wife destroys her husband.” It is slow and almost imperceptible but those tiny judgments eat away most assuredly. I have tears as I type this as I think of all the times such a simple verbal exchange has not only eaten away at my beloved but has aided in my own destruction by strengthening my passions. Dorotheos of Gaza says “Because we become careless about our own faults . . . we lose the power to correct ourselves and we are always at work on our neighbor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I enter a room and wonder why they painted it that color . . . I judge the person who painted it. If I think “doesn’t that lady see that her skirt does not fit her anymore?” I judge her. If I am annoyed with how slow my checker is in the grocery store, I judge him. When I think, ‘I like the way we sing that song at my church better,’ I judge again. I, who am imperfect in a thousand ways, find myself judging every move made by the rest of the world. With every judgment I exalt myself and further darken the clouds of passion which are blocking my communion with my Most Beloved Lover of Mankind. If I am to have any hope of that blessed union I must actively seek God’s help in breaking the habit of judging in all the small ways, as well as the large. May we become so dispassionate that we do not even notice those things that once seemed to annoy. May we learn to cut off those judgmental thoughts when they start and not chew on them like such delicious cud. May we become blind to our neighbors faults, just like the holy elder who was blind to the woman’s nakedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-9161663698717124614?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/9161663698717124614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=9161663698717124614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9161663698717124614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9161663698717124614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/27-dont-judge-anyone-for-anything.html' title='27.   Don’t judge anyone for anything.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-9183055909022995216</id><published>2009-03-27T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:11:12.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>26.   Don’t compare yourself with anyone.</title><content type='html'>From Kim in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be a very private person and rarely open myself up to others.  Even something like participating in this blog is a step out for me.  Then, to top it off, I get this maxim!  I had to do a lot of thinking and praying to figure out where to go with this.  I’m sure it was providential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts involved how we compare ourselves in a prideful way – like the publican and the Pharisee.  I think many of us are able to relate to this story in one way or another.  Whenever we judge others we are saying we are better than they are.  Unfortunately, I am all too good at making these comparisons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also compare myself to others in a different way, though.  I feel the need to fit into what is acceptable, what is considered appropriate, what is viewed as normal.  I don’t want to be caught being different or not meeting the expectations of others.  I don’t want to stand out from the crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be a real problem as a Christian.  The definition of “normal” or “acceptable” is decided by a society which doesn’t necessarily have the same values and beliefs that Orthodox Christians have.  Things such as praying before a meal or crossing yourself in public make you stand out.  In this day and age, these are not “normal”.  Everyday is a struggle to realize that I do not have to fit into society’s mold.  Instead, I need to keep my eyes on God and  live the life that would be pleasing to Him rather than to others.  I need to truly make my prayer, “Lord have mercy on me a sinner” and look to God alone as my measuring stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-9183055909022995216?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/9183055909022995216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=9183055909022995216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9183055909022995216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9183055909022995216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/26-dont-compare-yourself-with-anyone.html' title='26.   Don’t compare yourself with anyone.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4529931924794859372</id><published>2009-03-26T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:00:00.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25.   Don’t seek or expect pity or praise.</title><content type='html'>From Missy in DC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued by this maxim when Emily sent it to me. I wondered how often I start out with good intentions to do something, only to end up seeking approval or worse, wanting someone to feel sorry for me because I feel I have been so put upon. Why is that? In our instant gratification culture we wonder what the “polls” say about us. We fish for compliments. We tell our tale of woe to any and all who will listen. But even as we hear what we are hoping for, a compliment or a “poor you”, it never satisfies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the poor widow in the Gospels of Luke and Mark. When she makes her offering, Jesus knows she is giving all; out of her poverty. Most importantly, she made her offering without expecting pity or praise. We need to remember “Your Father who sees in secret will Himself reward you openly” (Matthew 6:4) God sees all, knows our hearts and through His love we realize that nothing we do is in vain, even when we feel slighted or put upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of this of course is that we should express our gratitude (praise) and compassion (pity) openly to those around us whenever possible. Expressing gratitude and compassion for others, especially those who are not expecting it, is satisfying. We have an opportunity to express something that may comfort or uplift someone exactly when they needed to hear it, without asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe what we really need to seek is those opportunities to give rather than receive gratitude (praise) or compassion (pity). And when we find ourselves looking for those moments, better we should create them for someone else, in effect giving “out of our poverty” and being blessed in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4529931924794859372?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4529931924794859372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4529931924794859372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4529931924794859372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4529931924794859372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-dont-seek-or-expect-pity-or-praise.html' title='25.   Don’t seek or expect pity or praise.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1154343168611870751</id><published>2009-03-25T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:00:02.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24.   Don’t complain, grumble, murmur or whine.</title><content type='html'>A blessed feast to all!  This comes from Christine in Alaska:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read which Maxim was mine, I chuckled.  Irony, it seems, always wins.  I am a huge whiner.  I usually like to label my complaining nicely.  I’m “venting” or “just airing some problems.”  But it’s whining and complaining, all the same.  So I thought on this for a few days.  What does a whiner -— of whom I am first -— have to say about complaining, grumbling, or murmuring?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that if all the people in the entire world put their problems in a huge pile, we would all take back our original ones.  Boy, isn’t that the case!  My problems, as a middle-class American, are pretty minor.  In the grand scheme of life in general, they really aren’t even a blip on the radar.  So why do I insist on expounding on them?  It seems that every time I complain about something, that tiny incident -— whatever it may be -— is magnified.  And if I complain about it to five people (as I usually do) then it is magnified five times.  All of a sudden, I have made a mountain out of that little molehill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In further retrospection, I realized something.  My complaints are really blessings.  Take today, for example.  My strong-willed daughter is in the midst of her terrible twos.  I could grumble about that until the cows come home, and still have breath left over.  But instead, I am going to choose to see the many gifts in this situation.  Thank you God, for the blessing of her throwing a fit on the floor.  That means that we have a floor, and a roof over it.  Instead of calling my husband at work to complain about her sassing, I will instead thank God that I have a husband to call.  Instead of grumbling that she swiped too many cookies when I wasn’t looking, I will be grateful that she is fed.  And when I want to murmur over my pile of dirty laundry, I will instead offer a prayer of thanksgiving for the beautiful little girl who created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I believe this is one of the struggles of the Christian life: to see the grace and blessings of God in all things, however troublesome or mundane.  And when I sit and think about it, the even more extraordinary truth is that I am alive and able to complain.  I am loved and cared for by God “who so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son.”  As we draw nearer and nearer to Golgotha, where that Only-Begotten Son died for me and my sins, my heart trembles that I have the audacity to complain when such a price was paid for me!  Thank God for forgiveness.  Thank God for the Cross.  Thank God for the Resurrection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1154343168611870751?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1154343168611870751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1154343168611870751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1154343168611870751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1154343168611870751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/24-dont-complain-grumble-murmur-or.html' title='24.   Don’t complain, grumble, murmur or whine.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7577561951950098088</id><published>2009-03-24T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:00:01.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23.   Flee carnal things at their first appearance.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.frederica.com/"&gt;Khouria Frederica&lt;/a&gt; in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "carnal" means "inappropriately sexual," then this maxim may well have more significance for men than it does for women. Although sexual temptation can be strong for women, if it's truly tempting is is likely to be mixed with *emotional* elements too, such as flattery, romance, and excitement. I remember a New Yorker cartoon that showed a man on a street corner leaning in a car window to talk to the woman driving. He was saying, "Sure, I'll listen to you, baby. I'll listen to you all night long." The caption was "Male Prostitute." So for most women (not St. Mary of Egypt, apparently) a temptation that is empty of anything except the physical / carnal is generally less attractive to women, and might seem unappealing, crude, maybe even repellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we can derive from this Maxim is compassion for men, for whom these temptations can seem utterly overwhelming. I remember reading an interview with Dustin Hoffman in which he said that reaching middle age was a relief because the sexual temptations were not so overwhelming as they used to be; he said it used to be like "waking up chained to a maniac." I don't know if women (on average) have *any* temptation that could be described in such terms. People joke about women craving chocolate or new shoes, but it's not like being chained to a maniac. So that would be the first thing to gain from this Maxim -- a respectful sympathy for the guys, and gratitude to God that our temptations lie in other directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of "flee at first appearance" is beneficial for anyone, with any temptation, though. It is very discouraging to keep falling again and again to the same sin, whatever its nature might be. Resisting it successfully becomes a matter of resisting it *right away*, at the first moment it appears, because a familiar sin gains power instantly, like a tornado. Overall, this Maxim reminds us to be humble and skeptical about our own ability to resist temptation. It is better to reject sin while the temptation is still small than to allow it to blow up like a tornado and sweep us away. As St. Paul said, "Let him who thinks he stands beware lest he fall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7577561951950098088?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7577561951950098088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7577561951950098088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7577561951950098088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7577561951950098088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/23-flee-carnal-things-at-their-first.html' title='23.   Flee carnal things at their first appearance.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4752467842901327141</id><published>2009-03-23T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:00:01.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Flee imagination, fantasy, analysis.</title><content type='html'>From Zenaida in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are good in themselves. Imagination can lead to creativity. Fantasy – through story -- can lead to a child’s learning of virtues. Analysis can lead to understanding and insight. Nonetheless, each of these – as with anything that God has given us – can lead us away from Him when we misuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flee imagination that leads to anxiety, envy, resentment, anger. Flee fantasy that leads to a distorted sense of reality. Flee analysis that goes round-and-round without resolution. All of these take us away from God. They fill our minds, hearts, souls, and spirits with sinfulness, confusion, and perplexity. Instead, pray the Jesus Prayer. Thus you will be given the inspiration of the Holy Spirit and “a thousand souls will be saved around you” – including your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4752467842901327141?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4752467842901327141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4752467842901327141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4752467842901327141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4752467842901327141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-flee-imagination-fantasy-analysis.html' title='22. Flee imagination, fantasy, analysis.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2240931238664969688</id><published>2009-03-22T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:12:33.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21.   Speak simply, clearly, firmly, directly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2240931238664969688?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2240931238664969688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2240931238664969688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2240931238664969688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2240931238664969688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/21-speak-simply-clearly-firmly-directly.html' title='21.   Speak simply, clearly, firmly, directly.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3332237848996961548</id><published>2009-03-21T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:32:12.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20.   Think and talk about things no more than necessary.</title><content type='html'>From Kathy in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite ironic that I somehow got this one.  Emily says she had nothing to do with it!  So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I received it because I thought I was getting better with all my yakking about nothing and God doesn't want me to get to settled in that comfort zone.  After all, it may seem a ways to me, but He knows how little I've actually come - and how far I've yet to go!  There is always room for improvement.  That is what I'm constantly telling my kids - once you've mastered something, move on.  Don't stop; keep going.  Endure to the end!  I also try to model this for them, but come short often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Father Gregory's homily Sunday, he said something along the lines of this: As we get older and have hardships and experience,  we come to the recognition / understanding that we need God's love and wisdom. I would agree; I don't know how I would manage life without God, and the older I get, the more I see His love towards me and all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Porphyrios, author of Wounded by Love, says that prayer is what you should do first for your children - not talk, manipulate or force - you should pray for people. That's truly loving them. But kids need to live it, feel it and experience it for themselves - otherwise it's not deeply rooted.  The same goes for adults who are questioning God or struggling.  I went to have coffee with some moms from my boys' school, and two of them said they were upset with God because of their parents' deaths.  They know I am Orthodox, but I said nothing. (I know, it's hard to believe that I chose silence - yikes!) I don't think they were looking for answers; they just wanted to throw that out there.  Or maybe they were, but one of them had to go home, so I didn't want to start something that heavy and not have time to discuss it.  Perhaps, I should have said "God knows you and your pain and will help you through it if you turn it over to Him.  And this is not the end of the story; our life here is temporary!"  But I think sometimes saying nothing at first builds trust - or at least good listening skills, which are a rare commodity these days.  (I'm up there with the best of them.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, the bottom line is to think and talk no more than necessary.  To accomplish that, I have found that starting out with prayer transforms hearts, and then there is no need for words at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3332237848996961548?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3332237848996961548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3332237848996961548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3332237848996961548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3332237848996961548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-think-and-talk-about-things-no-more.html' title='20.   Think and talk about things no more than necessary.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1908898623458567188</id><published>2009-03-20T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:15:35.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19.   Be awake and attentive, fully present where you are.</title><content type='html'>From Aster in Maryland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to mind when I read my maxim was “&lt;a href="http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig7/tolstoy1.html"&gt;Three Questions&lt;/a&gt;,” one of the stories by Leo Tolstoy. I am sure everyone knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be awake is very difficult. It is the weakest part of my life, especially when I want to pray and to be with God without interference. This is my struggle.  In my daily prayer or reading, I keep redoing the whole thing again. Some days I literally fight with myself, and I think, how can I make my mind to be still and say to God what I want say? If I can’t hear myself praying, how can God pay attention to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important to choose our prayer time. People tell me the best time to pray is at 3:00 PM. I did try it. I couldn’t keep it up. I read about the monks in the wilderness who practiced stopping their breathing, just to stop the outer noise of life from entering to their inner lives. Sometimes I try that hopelessly. I think our compassionate God reaches to help us when we really try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that in Gethsemane, the Lord said, “Sit here while I pray,” to Peter, James, and John. He came back and found them sleeping, and He said to them, “Could you not watch one hour? . . . The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. (Mark 14:32-38)” Sometimes even when I’m talking to someone, while that person is talking to me, my mind is thinking something else. Then I read “Three Questions,” which told me I should always be awake and attentive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Attentive: it means to give care, to offer help, to be devoted and to be thoughtful. It means, “Love one another.”  In our modern world, time is money, and having money is very important; family and friends are not so important.  But we have to have time to see them, to write them, to ask them if they need anything. This thing called “time” stole our love for each other. Since God Himself is Love, we are created out of Love.  God gave us Himself, and gave us the new commandment through his apostles, saying: “Love one another; as I have loved you. (John 13:34)” Attentiveness is love, one of the greatest gifts anyone can have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us to be fully present where we are, is attention to our family, friends and community. I believe everyone can be awake and converse with God, but attentiveness is a blessing, a sacrifice. It is giving or sharing to another person without thinking twice. We should be awake, attentive, and fully present, where we are and with whom we are, because we are needed at that moment in that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all have a blessed Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1908898623458567188?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1908898623458567188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1908898623458567188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1908898623458567188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1908898623458567188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/19-be-awake-and-attentive-fully-present.html' title='19.   Be awake and attentive, fully present where you are.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5297200403707908300</id><published>2009-03-19T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T07:38:05.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18.   Listen when people talk to you.</title><content type='html'>From Kate in California:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people say I am a good listener.  I know and naturally practice the skills involved in active listening.  I maintain eye contact, I nod, I ask clarifying questions, I nod some more, my facial expressions vary appropriately, and I insert "uh huh"s and "I understand"s at regular intervals.  But sometimes I think I am too good at this kind of listening.  While I make a sincere effort to "be a good listener" and I certainly succeed at giving the appearance of listening well, there are certain moments when I become aware that something more foundational is missing.  My spirit is not still and my heart is not open.  I'm trying too hard.  It's too much about me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One online article on active listening says "You should also try to respond to the speaker in a way that will both encourage him or her to continue speaking, so that you can get the information if [sic] you need."  This placed alongside Wikipedia's entry ("[Active listening] focuses attention on the speaker") alerted me to part of my problem.  Too often my listening is about me.  It's about getting information.  It's about making myself feel useful and needed.  It's about reinforcing other's positive opinions of me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful that I've started to be able to discern when my listening is an act of striving.  Now my prayer can be that I would "cease striving" in this area of my life, so that I might truly listen when people talk to me--all people--not least of whom are the three Persons of the Trinity.  How wonderful would it be if prayer itself became this kind of open, other-centered listening!  I think of the passage my husband and I were trying to memorize in February: "Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil.  Cling to what is good.  Be devoted to one another in brotherly love.  Honor one another above yourselves" (Romans 12:9). The kind of listening that Fr. Hopko is talking about has this sincere love at its core.  A love that desires to know the other and to do them good through an act of humble receptivity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The other day my dear friend Carla drew my attention to a story that I've been told several times.  That day I heard it for the first time.  It became a new picture of love and intimacy for me.  Here it is:  A few years ago, I saw Dan Rather interview Mother Theresa. He asked her, “When you pray, what do you say?” Mother Theresa responded, “I don’t say anything, I listen.” Dan Rather, not satisfied with her answer, asked, “Well, then when you pray, what does God say?” Mother Theresa smiled and responded, “He doesn’t say anything either, he listens.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be there--quietly sitting in the presence of God--listening.  Who knows what I would hear?  I can only imagine how beautiful the sound of God listening is!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Afterthoughts: I'm curious to know how others hear the words "listen" and "hear." How are they related in your mind?  To me, listening seems active and external, while hearing seems to be an interior experience that has to do not only with the ears but with the heart and mind's interpretation.  Hearing is akin to understanding.  I've heard people accused of not listening, and I've also heard people accused of listening, but not hearing or vice versa.  How do they differ in your mind?  I think of the oft-repeated command in Scripture "If any man has ears to hear, let him hear."  According to my perfunctory google search, this sentence occurs "seven times in the Greek Scriptures, and only from the lips of the Lord Jesus." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I eagerly await your comments... with a humble, open spirit and in sisterly love--by the grace of God.  Lord have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5297200403707908300?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5297200403707908300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5297200403707908300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5297200403707908300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5297200403707908300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/18-listen-when-people-talk-to-you.html' title='18.   Listen when people talk to you.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6718692895515819632</id><published>2009-03-18T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:00:01.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17.   Never bring unnecessary attention to yourself.</title><content type='html'>From Jeanine in Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love attention!  I enjoy being noticed and applauded and recognized.  I get a kind of high from being the life of the party.  I can see that praise is a subtle snare that easily entraps my soul and I struggle with it constantly.  I know that holding my tongue is the better choice even when given a golden opportunity to draw attention away from another person by making a cute comment.  Of course, knowing is not the same as doing and, unfortunately, I am not that successful at holding my tongue (nor at being cute, actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after my husband and I moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, for school, I drew some unnecessary attention to myself at work one day.  I answered my boss’s phone for her and found myself in a conversation with the president of our company.  A few hours later my boss took me aside for a moment.  During my short talk with the president, I had, apparently, used the typical American guttural grunt which usually indicates affirmation or assent: “uh huh.”  This sound was not received well by my listener, so I was asked to replace it with something else . . . quickly.  I learned to use a more polite sounding, “Certainly” or “Yes” and so was able to better blend in to my environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”When in Rome, do as the Romans do” is a reminder to blend in to my surroundings.  It is not encouragement to submerge my personality or deny my individuality.  It is NOT telling me to BECOME a Roman (when I lived in Canada, I developed some Canadian speech patterns, but I was still ol’ American me).  However, it IS reminding me to remove small, unimportant things from my life that could be barriers to relationships.  Actions that cause others to notice ME are distractions – when people are looking at me, they can’t see Christ in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither prideful grasping for attention to feed my ego nor refusing to accommodate for the benefit of others will help me demonstrate Christ’s life to those around me.  At the end of my life, I would rather be able to say with Saint Paul in 1 Corinthians, “I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6718692895515819632?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6718692895515819632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6718692895515819632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6718692895515819632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6718692895515819632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/17-never-bring-unnecessary-attention-to.html' title='17.   Never bring unnecessary attention to yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6320837556986797649</id><published>2009-03-17T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:05:20.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16.   Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.studiomathewes.com/blog/"&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/a&gt; in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this is the exact opposite of what I aim to be.  To an extent, attention and accolades are necessary for what I do; if I don't work hard at making my work readily visible and continue to get more clients, I won't be able to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my ambitions and motives aren't always pure; more often than not, I just want to hoard the attention and use it as a way to feed my ego and feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what this maxim means to me: examining my motives, and making sure that I'm not thinking of myself more highly than I ought.  If I'm not trying to be simple, hidden, quiet, and small, you can be sure that I'm trying to puff myself up with self-importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, I love being important. This maxim aims at my pride, which can be a tricksy thing.  I can think that I'm just trying to further my business, or get more clients, but deep down I might be hankering for another ego fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please grant me true humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6320837556986797649?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6320837556986797649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6320837556986797649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6320837556986797649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6320837556986797649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/16-be-simple-hidden-quiet-and-small.html' title='16.   Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2163088726719348981</id><published>2009-03-16T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:00:01.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15.   Be cheerful.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://teacherchildrenwell.com"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Lenten fast nears the halfway point, I think this is a good reminder for all of us -- I know I needed to hear it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord commands us to fast cheerfully: "And when you fast, do not look dismal, like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by men. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward.  But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by men but by your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you." (Matthew 6:16-18.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.  But.  How can I smile when I'm SO tired of hummus and vegetable soup?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to be cheerful, but it's such a blessing to others when you make the extra effort.  Every time you interact with another human being, you have the choice between encouraging her by your cheerful attitude, or causing her to stumble by complaining.  If I have to say something negative, I try to make sure it's to a close, trusted friend or family member, and that there's a good reason for saying it (I'm concerned about a situation and seeking their advice, for example.)  With everyone else, I try to be cheerful -- not overly effusive, which would be insincere, but calm and sympathetic and positive regardless of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear Khouria Frederica is fond of a quote from a 1st-century Jewish mystic, Philo: "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle."  How true.  I harbor the hope that, through ministering to others in a very small way (a smile or a word of encouragement) I may be helping them to gather the strength they need to minister to others around them -- and maybe even to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2163088726719348981?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2163088726719348981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2163088726719348981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2163088726719348981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2163088726719348981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-be-cheerful.html' title='15.   Be cheerful.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5744560347009288188</id><published>2009-03-15T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:18:12.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14.   Be grateful.</title><content type='html'>From Lauren in Baltimore (who is currently in Denver, celebrating her mother's birthday and chrismation -- on the same day!  Many years!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Lord gives us an infinite number of blessings every day, from our very existence as we awaken from sleep, to the food we eat and the families we love. So often, though, I am blind to most of these blessings, wandering through my life in spiritual oblivion. I focus on things that I can't have: that car, that athleticism, that ability to be a morning person. As I was contemplating this maxim, "be grateful", I felt very ungrateful. Sure, I thank God for many things in my life, but I suspect that if I was truly grateful for even one blessing God has given me, I would never again complain about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God hears our prayers, and always answers them, even though we don't always see how He works things out in our lives. How often do we pray and thank God for things? I'm more of a "foul-weather fan". When the going gets rough, I turn to God, but when things are nice, I forget that He even exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that during this time of Great Lent, I learn to appreciate all that God has given me, both big and small, commonplace and extraordinary, easy or difficult. One thing is certain, I am very grateful to God that He answered my prayers, and led my mother to the Orthodox Church. Her reception into the Church, on the same day as her birthday, reminds me that every day is a new beginning, a rebirth and a time to begin life again in wonder of all of God's gifts to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5744560347009288188?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5744560347009288188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5744560347009288188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5744560347009288188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5744560347009288188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-be-grateful.html' title='14.   Be grateful.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2645154097326263220</id><published>2009-03-14T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:00:01.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13.   Face reality.</title><content type='html'>From Charissa in New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be two ways to think of this brief idea of facing reality: the big picture and the little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the big picture is obvious. We must face the reality that we are human beings not made for this world, but the world to come. And in this obvious reality lies the question of how to deal with the daily world we encounter. What can we do of it? The reality is that we are going to die relatively soon, if not today, then sometime in the future. We can not control this, nor forestall it more than God permits; however, we may with some effort have the opportunity to perceive our life clearly, if but for moments here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often it is difficult for me to believe that everything does matter. I sometimes think that all I do is cook food, take people places and clean dishes (I don’t even do the majority of the dishes.),  but really,  if done well, this daily work may be enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my religious life, I have to always remind myself that sitting and reading to my kids, volunteering, taking care of the house and yard, going to the beach (yes, providing for them some beauty and fun!) is important and the reality that I face each moment. I am so quick to yell, criticize and judge them and my whole family, all the time knowing that the words that fly from my lips may be my last to them. But do I really believe, that it will be the last word? No, I don’t. I envision each evening with a morning to come and an evening to follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death surely is the reality that we must face, but how to walk through this world and be able to manage these thoughts? With my children and all those around me, I have to put the reality of our short time together aside and see that the present moment is the one that is important. This single breath that I take with them together is sublime, and is all that I really have. Each moment in time is real and has meaning as much meaning as any other great moment there possibly can be. I try to remind myself to slow down and not participate in the hysteria of success that drives this world. And I try to slow down in prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been saying “The Canon for the Sick” for a loved one. In the 8th Ode the Theotokion reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deliver us, we beseech thee, O Mother of God, from the sorrows which surround us, from adversities and afflictions, from all sorts of infirmities, from poison and sorcery, from demonic delusion, the incantations of evil men and from sudden death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I say this stanza I feel that it has been directly written for me, as if someone knew that I would be reading it often and that I would need to read this line out-loud to myself frequently. How did he know? How did someone know that I would be so filled with fantasy about my life so much so that while pondering my brother’s illness, I would still not truly believe, I too, will die relatively soon, even if in another 10, 25, or 60 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily derailed in prayer and willingly focus on things that never materialize. Choosing to focus on the non-reality around me, from the unspoken words of things that I think people may feel, to the worry of things that haven’t happened, to the endless stories through entertainment I eagerly seek and let flow into my eyes and ears are all ways of not facing reality. The ultimate reality is that we are going to die and we need to live with Christ in our hearts living each moment as the gift it is. The subterfuge that I put upon myself absorbs and takes away the simple moments of life. Instead perceiving the subtle beauty of each situation, a tremendous amount of mental energy is wasted. It would be better to exert it in prayer, physical work, or even in something that is a joy for my children and husband. I pray that I remember this, today and tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2645154097326263220?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2645154097326263220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2645154097326263220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2645154097326263220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2645154097326263220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/13-face-reality.html' title='13.   Face reality.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1127095559710015764</id><published>2009-03-13T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:16:40.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12.   Do the most difficult and painful things first.</title><content type='html'>From Janet in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, explaining this maxim is difficult for me.  Although I’ve pondered its meaning since it was assigned to me, I have procrastinated writing about it, with the excuse that I lacked insights on what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the wisdom in this maxim?   Often, the most difficult things are the most important things to do and shouldn’t be put off.   In this case, writing about this maxim is one of the most important things I can do today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delay can make a difficult task even harder and can make a problem worse by piling up the issues.   Delay prolongs the dread of what I know I need to do.  For example, the apology that I need to make becomes more awkward the longer I wait, and ignoring it magnifies the pain for me and for the person I’ve hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to prioritize what seems difficult, before my energy and time are spent (whether it’s this writing or daily prayers or a 5-mile run).  The result is a better outcome than waiting till I’m too tired, stressed, or rushed to finish things later in the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing challenges without hesitation demonstrates our faith in God to provide strength.   We have the examples of Christ and the Holy Fathers’ lives to inspire us to deal with issues right away.  As we tackle right away the painful or difficult chores with God’s help, we can experience the joy of witnessing His power to surmount life’s trials!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1127095559710015764?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1127095559710015764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1127095559710015764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1127095559710015764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1127095559710015764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-do-most-difficult-and-painful-things.html' title='12.   Do the most difficult and painful things first.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1548850113037963728</id><published>2009-03-12T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:00:00.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11.  Do your work, then forget it.</title><content type='html'>From Zenaida in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have ‘work’ to do – from the infant who struggles to grow into a toddler to the elderly person who struggles to end earthly life with grace. The work known as “labor” is given by God to humankind as a result of the Fall. It is partly through our work that we struggle to live our lives in repentance and holiness as we journey toward our eternal life. So, “work” is important. We are called to offer it to God. And, it can be a powerful means of intercession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once it is done, it is important that we forget it. We are to think no more about it. The main reason for this is that we are called continually to live in the PRESENT MOMENT. We are not to dwell on the past. In regard to work, we are not to carry it with us after it is accomplished. We are not to ‘bring it home’ to our mind, heart, soul, or spirit. We are not to worry about it or be proud of it. “We are unprofitable servants.” We have simply done that which it is our duty to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1548850113037963728?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1548850113037963728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1548850113037963728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1548850113037963728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1548850113037963728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-do-your-work-then-forget-it.html' title='11.  Do your work, then forget it.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4319440699928321760</id><published>2009-03-11T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:12:16.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10.   Be faithful in little things.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://melontherocks.livejournal.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share with you all my list of five little things that I can do to strengthen my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear my prayer rope to work daily.&lt;br /&gt;2. Say a quick prayer before eating when out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile at everyone (at least once) on days when I am especially sad or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a few minutes of quiet time out of the day to reflect on the good things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;5. Once a week, find a way to be a good example of the Orthodox Church to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're little things that I can be doing during the week. It's so easy to be faithful in big ways. Saying a prayer when we are able to safely climb out of our car after an accident. Thanking God for a much needed raise during economic hardship. These things are large, almost game-changing events in our lives. But what about those small things? Is it too much to ask to be faithful in small ways as well as large ways? Can't these small things also change our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I had a student ask me about my prayer rope that I have been wearing every day for the past six months. It gave me an opportunity to share. I told him that it was a gift from the priest at our church and that he had brought it back from Greece. I also told him that the monk that made the prayer rope requested that the person wearing it would pray for his mother, Dorothy. It's the same name as my mother-in-law and her mom before her. I told him that I wore it so that when I'm typing, eating lunch, teaching at the board or rolling up my sleeves, I have a reminder of the type of person I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that it is hard to be faithful in these little things. It is easy to ask for God's help when we are facing the big things that we know that we can't handle ourselves. Some days, I feel embarrassed to wear my prayer rope or worry about what others think. But, in being able to conquer these little things, I find the strength to conquer the larger things. I find the strength because, by being faithful in the little things, I remind myself that God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel inclined, I would ask that you share five little things that you can do to strengthen your faith, in the hopes that others will feel encouraged and lifted up in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4319440699928321760?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4319440699928321760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4319440699928321760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4319440699928321760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4319440699928321760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-be-faithful-in-little-things.html' title='10.   Be faithful in little things.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7318741605935443770</id><published>2009-03-10T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:48:15.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9.   Be honest, first of all with yourself.</title><content type='html'>From Debbie in San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be easy. I support honesty. I really hate it when people aren't honest with me, especially when they tell me a partial truth, the part that supports their angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's to learn from this maxim? I think I am honest, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this saying kept tapping on the back wall of my mind, from the time that I first considered it. I want to be honest, I really do. But how do I know if I am being honest with myself? Scripture tells us, "The heart is deceitful and desperately wicked. Who can know it?" (Jeremiah 17:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not being honest with yourself, you may not realize it, because you live in self-perpetuated denial. It's a vicious cycle, until the lie that you tell yourself trips up on reality in such a way that you can no longer ignore it. As we allow our hearts to be examined, we must start by acknowledging our blindness and beg God to shine his light on the dishonesties in our hearts. For myself, that's where I'll start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've been asking God to show me how to be honest with myself, I've become more and more uncomfortable with a recurring area of failure, or blindness. I realize that I can't fix it up myself, because I don't have the wisdom to see what's going wrong. So, I've decided to use this area to continually submit to God, to ask for his truth and mercy. I pray that He will show me His path through what feels like a quandary, during this Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that being honest with yourself is kind of like realizing that you must start with where you are and not jump over it. It may sound easy, but it can very uncomfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7318741605935443770?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7318741605935443770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7318741605935443770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7318741605935443770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7318741605935443770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-be-honest-first-of-all-with-yourself.html' title='9.   Be honest, first of all with yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1155669598291253142</id><published>2009-03-09T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:19:22.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8.   Live a day, even a part of a day, at a time.</title><content type='html'>This is one of the empty spots, so I thought I would re-post what I did last year.  This is a wonderful excerpt from one of &lt;a href="http://www.yuni.com/library/docs/200.html"&gt;Tolstoy's short stories&lt;/a&gt;, which I've always loved, but is especially meaningful ever since Bishop Kallistos Ware referred to it in a homily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Remember that there is only one important time and that is Now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person with whom you are, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future. The most important pursuit is making that person, the one standing at you side, happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said so often that it sounds meaningless, but try to see it in a new light: every day is a gift, and even every part of every day, as this Maxim reminds us. Or, as Christ said: "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will take care of itself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1155669598291253142?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1155669598291253142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1155669598291253142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1155669598291253142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1155669598291253142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/8-live-day-even-part-of-day-at-time.html' title='8.   Live a day, even a part of a day, at a time.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8456322847013960248</id><published>2009-03-08T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:00:01.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7.   Be an ordinary person, one of the human race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8456322847013960248?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8456322847013960248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8456322847013960248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8456322847013960248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8456322847013960248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-be-ordinary-person-one-of-human-race.html' title='7.   Be an ordinary person, one of the human race.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7504932166054468992</id><published>2009-03-07T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:00:00.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6.   Cultivate communion with the saints.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://meadowlarkdays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristina&lt;/a&gt; in Houston:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that I found out what my maxim for this project would be, a very special package arrived.  In it were two small hand-written icons, exquisitely done by the sisters at &lt;a href="http://www.conventofsaintelizabeth.org/index.html"&gt;St. Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt; in California.  They are of St. Andrew and St. Emilia, and join another beautiful icon of St. Brendan.  These icons are particularly special because they are the patron saints of our three little godchildren, two blonde boys and their baby sister.  Their parents kindly had them made for us.  They are the only hand-written icons in our prayer area, and their gold backgrounds glow brightly, drawing the eye.  The icons almost seem alive, reminding me to pray for these small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade ago, I would have had very mixed feelings about receiving such a package. It is fair to say that the role of saints, and of the Theotokos in particular, were one of the stumbling blocks for us as my future husband and I considered Orthodoxy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I take more and more comfort from the icons of saints in my church as well as in my home.  When I visit modern, non-Orthodox churches, I find myself saddened by the empty walls and multi-purpose facilities, yearning for the beauty, truth, and sense of heaven that are reflected all around me through Orthodox imagery. The saints who are pictured in our churches feel a bit like anchors to me, telling us that our faith has been lived by real people for two millennia, showing us images of those who died for Christ, reminding us that we are part of a much bigger story. The saints also reflect back Christ himself to us, and help us see the way in which he wants to transform our lives to reflect him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:1 - 2 makes so much sense to me now: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finish of our faith…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By considering these witnesses (saints) that have gone on before us, we can gain strength and courage to complete our own race.  May they intercede on our behalf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7504932166054468992?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7504932166054468992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7504932166054468992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7504932166054468992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7504932166054468992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/6-cultivate-communion-with-saints.html' title='6.   Cultivate communion with the saints.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1060529757298088174</id><published>2009-03-06T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:13:25.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5.   Practice silence, inner and outer.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://kindermusikbymichelemulder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassiane Michele&lt;/a&gt; in Alabama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little background, so you will better understand my post: my husband and I read and studied about the Orthodox Church for several years.  On February 9, 2008, we were baptized and chrismated along with our 2 sons into the Holy Orthodox Church.  I came in kicking and screaming, as Frederica says so many women do.  I was just fine in my comfortable Presbyterian (PCA) church.  But guess who wasn't?  Yes, my husband Silouan Troy.  Here we go into a new journey!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As an American "type A" personality AND a new convert to Orthodoxy, this subject seems daunting to me.  However, I was pleasantly surprised when Emily gave this Maxim to me because it is exactly what has been on my soul lately.  I had an interesting conversation with my priest this past Sunday.  Without me saying too much, he kept saying to me over and over in a most loving, quiet way, "Kassiane, be still.  Be patient.  Be calm."  I thought about it as he would continue to say this throughout our conversation and I thought, "I am calm.  Why is he saying this to me?"  I now realize that my outer being is showing what is on the inside and that is a very anxious person.  I am an impatient person.  I want God to fix me right now!  I stress over it.  Take those awful passions and just crush them without me having to do a thing.  Of course we know this isn't how it works.  The frustrating part is that I know that every time I work hard on fighting those passions, these are the time that I feel like giving up and I lose my inner stillness.  But this isn't how it should work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I experienced how it should work.  This morning when I arose from bed thoughts began to attack me.   Things like worry over my sons and their passions, thoughts like "Why is Silouan still in bed, he said he was getting up early to read "Ladder of Divine Ascent", humpf."  The incredible part was that every time a thought came God gave me a thought to attack it right behind it.  I thought about it a lot today and pride tried to come in and tell me I did it all alone, but the truth is, I have been doing these past 2 weeks what I should do every day of my life and that is taking every thought captive, bathing myself in Scripture and books by the Church Fathers, and praying all day long.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my focus.  Thoughts are my enemy because the true enemy puts them there and I don't even realize it.  This may seem simple to many of you who have been Orthodox for a long time, but the truth is, I have been in church all my life, and this is the first time in my 40 years that I am beginning to understand how to have a relationship with my Creator.  I have a long way to go, but I must start somewhere, and that is with my thoughts.   I find that my mind is where I lose my inner stillness.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you heard Metropolitan Jonah's talk on "Don't Resent, Don't React, Keep Inner Stillness"?  I highly recommend it and pray it will help you as much as it did me.  You can find it &lt;a href="http://www.saintjohnwonderworker.org/2009/pastors_retreat_2009/Pastors_Retreat_2009.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I pray you have a blessed Great Lent.  Last year was my first Pascha, and I had no idea what I was doing with all those extra services, prayers and fasting!  But this year, I am starting to grasp why we do what we do.   Pray for me, a sinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1060529757298088174?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1060529757298088174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1060529757298088174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1060529757298088174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1060529757298088174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-practice-silence-inner-and-outer.html' title='5.   Practice silence, inner and outer.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3916070138393332413</id><published>2009-03-05T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:00:00.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Read good books, a little at a time.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://goldberrycottageak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary Beth&lt;/a&gt; in Alaska:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read good books . . . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an appropriate maxim for this season of my life!  I have always enjoyed reading and, as a teacher, have always propounded on its virtues to tired parents both at school and in my own family.  Lists of “good books” were my favorite handouts as I tried to get students and parents to consider eating the meat of literature as opposed to the milk – or dessert.  Then along came a child…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last meeting that I attended of our women’s reading group here in Wasilla, I had to admit that I had not really been reading anything that was morally uplifting or taught me more about our Lord or Orthodoxy or even people in general.  I had been reading things that let me escape, that allowed my brain to rest.  I did not want to think or ponder or have to read a paragraph over again.  Having to admit this was an embarrassment.  But, after all, it isn’t what you read, it is how you read – isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Fr. Thomas Hopko, that is not necessarily true.  Just as our physical diet needs a balance of nutrition, so our minds and spirits need nutrition as well.  What we read, whether it be Scripture, lives of the saints, poetry or fiction, feeds us with one thing or another.  It is either nourishing or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to become a junk-food junkie in the reading realm when one is tired or over-burdened.  Reading can become a wonderful escape.  Many books are like chocolate or chips, so easy to fall into eating too much, too quickly.  We fill up on the junk and leave little room in our schedule or our minds and spirits for the meat and vegetables that we need.  We NEED the “good books” to keep us growing and strong for the spiritual battles we face each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . a little at a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although what we read is important, how we read is as well.  How easy it is to skim through a section thinking that we have heard it all before, to look for the tidbits that we find delight in, but may not be the most nourishing for our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I recently read &lt;u&gt;Surprised by Christ&lt;/u&gt;, by Father James Bernstein.  Bob said that he found himself reading certain sections three or four times, because he wanted to totally understand what was being taught.  Why was this understanding so important?  Because he wanted to be able to share it with others, to discuss it, to allow its nourishment to extend beyond himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we may fall into the habit of seeing the goal of reading a book as getting to the end.  But just like with reading the Scriptures, a Good book is one in which the details need time to germinate.  It has to be pondered little by little.  I struggle at this time of my life to do this.  It means putting all the other things invading my thoughts aside in order to really understand what an author is saying.  Perhaps, the time in our lives when reading in this manner is the most difficult is also the time when we need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Which is the real possessor of a book – the man who has its original and every following edition, and shows, to many an admiring and envying visitor, now this, now that, in binding characteristic, with possessor pride . . . or the man who cherishes one little, hollowed back, coverless, untitled bethumbed copy, which he takes with him in his solitary walks and broods over in his silent chamber, always finding in it some beauty or excellence or aid he had not found before – which is to him in truth as a live companion?”&lt;br /&gt;George MacDonald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3916070138393332413?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3916070138393332413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3916070138393332413' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3916070138393332413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3916070138393332413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-read-good-books-little-at-time.html' title='4. Read good books, a little at a time.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8737117068344274180</id><published>2009-03-04T07:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:00:00.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Read the Scriptures regularly.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://teacherchildrenwell.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually laughed, though a little ruefully, when I read my number!  Last year my spiritual father directed me to read the Psalms every day.  I have tried; my father gave me a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.alibris.com/search/books/qwork/-80500046/used/The%20Book%20of%20Psalms:%20in%20the%20Authorized%20Version"&gt;this lovely Psalm book&lt;/a&gt;, which is a joy to read because of the beautiful illuminations accompanying the text (most drawn from the Book of Kells and other Celtic artwork.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's helped me is &lt;a href="http://pomog.org/psalter.shtml"&gt;this online copy of the Psalter&lt;/a&gt;.  I took the text and formatted it so that each kathisma fits on the front and back of one page, and I keep them all by my bed so that I'll remember to read one each evening.  (If anyone is interested, I'd be glad to send you a copy!)  But I am the type of person who is much better at making plans than keeping them.  It's been very difficult to stick with this resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, in the end . . . we just have to do it.  So I'm trying, again.  I'm reading one kathisma every night; the Psalter is divided into twenty kathismas, so at this rate I will have read the entire thing twice by the end of Lent!  I'm sure I will fall back many more times, but I pray God will grant me the strength to get up and go back to the path He has set out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised Protestant, where there is a real emphasis on reading Scripture.  I think it's one of the best things about Protestantism, the way they teach their children to memorize Scripture; unfortunately, most Catholics and Orthodox I know don't have nearly as solid a knowledge.  Of course, within Orthodoxy, Scriptures are embedded in the words of the prayers and services; many times, reading along in the Bible, I am struck by a phrase I recognize from a church hymn, which I've sung many times without ever realizing it was from Scripture.  Still, I think that reading and memorizing Scripture is one of the best things we can do to strengthen our faith.  So many times, when I've been lost or despairing, passages I've memorized return to me as a great blessing.  Sometimes they make me laugh (my mother loves to quote Proverbs 30:17 when I'm giving her a hard time) and more often, they make me weep.  But always, always, they remind me of Christ's great love, and the necessity of returning that love to Him with all of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8737117068344274180?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8737117068344274180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8737117068344274180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8737117068344274180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8737117068344274180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-read-scriptures-regularly.html' title='3. Read the Scriptures regularly.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3780245588607963809</id><published>2009-03-03T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T07:00:00.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Pray, fast and do acts of mercy.</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.theshadesofgreen.com/"&gt;Calise&lt;/a&gt; in Los Angeles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Ladies!  I am so glad we’re doing this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loved listening to some of Father Thomas Hopko’s Podcasts.  Jonathan &amp; I were even able to see him speak this year.  Anyway, he has a podcast about his 55 maxims (he splits them up a little differently), and I love what he has to say about all of them.  Some are more self-explanatory than others, but &lt;a href="http://audio.ancientfaith.com/hopko/stt008titheofyear_pc.mp3"&gt;here is the link&lt;/a&gt; to the podcast if anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wisdom is my jumping-off point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very much working on my discipline in this area!  But Father Hopko has some wonderful things to say on the subject. His thoughts have helped me to focus my energy on the simple things in prayer.  My priest encourages me to have attainable goals with my rule of prayer, so I don’t get too easily discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Pray as God inspires you to pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Have a keepable rule of prayer that you do by discipline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Say the Lord’s Prayer several times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Have a short prayer that you say whenever your mind is not occupied with other things, in order to have remembrance of God in one’s life &amp; heart throughout the day . . . ”Lord have mercy”, the Jesus prayer etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Prostrate, kneel down, use your body during one’s prayers. Saint Ephraim said, “if your body is not praying, you’re not really praying.”  Prayer is not just an activity of the mind and heart; it’s an activity of the whole person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Practice Silence, inner &amp; outer silence. Turn everything off, spend a few minutes a day to open one’s self up to God, watch the thoughts that come, and turn them over to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fasting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Hopko simply says Eat foods that are good for you and eat them in moderation.  Take care of your body and don’t over-eat.  He also says to fast as the Church prescribes and to fast in private! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in general has always been a struggle for me, and fasting is no exception.   I mean, who likes to deprive themselves of things?  But I have found that when I am deprived of the foods I love for a while, I enjoy them even more when I have them again.  It does build our spiritual character to take part in the weekly &amp; the great fasts!  So even if we don’t fully understand it or appreciate it (we may even loathe it sometimes), I think it’s encouraging to know that God uses all the disciplines of the Church to strengthen us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do acts of Mercy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty self-explanatory, but one thing that Fr. Hopko said is to “do acts of mercy in secret!  Just do some good things that no one knows about!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes we do good things for others to feel good about ourselves, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it can turn out to be more about us than them.  And he stresses the importance of doing them in secret just for the sake of the good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as C,hristians are all called to take care of the homeless, hungry, naked, sick, elderly etc.  But how many of us are actually doing this on a daily basis in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent is a good time to begin to reach out in a more effective way to the needy people around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray blessings &amp; send our love to all of you and your families in this season of great Lent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3780245588607963809?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3780245588607963809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3780245588607963809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3780245588607963809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3780245588607963809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-pray-fast-and-do-acts-of-mercy.html' title='2. Pray, fast and do acts of mercy.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4195354043143785861</id><published>2009-03-02T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:00:01.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Be always with Christ and trust God in everything.</title><content type='html'>From Debra in Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about the second phrase first.  Trust God in everything.  I feel blessed that I can truly say that I see how God has worked in my life through the years.  Because of this I can trust God in almost every part of my life.  In the 31 years of my marriage, we've moved 8 times and we've always found jobs, housing and church in a short period of time. We've seen God open doors and close doors to lead us where I believe He has wanted us to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of uncertain financial stress in the world, I pray for wisdom to make the right choices in my daily life concerning jobs and money. I choose to trust that God will provide for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught many years ago one way to 'see' how God works in my life.  Write down prayers in a notebook.  Then at a later time, say a year later, go back and see how God answered those prayers.  I haven't done this in recent years, but it can be a tangible reminder of how God is faithful and this helped me to trust God more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we can trust God, we want to be 'with Christ.'  At the moment, I see this to mean being in the will of Christ, being where He wants me to be, thinking of Christ off and on all day.  Praying short prayers at all times of the day.  Saying the Jesus prayer silently all day long as I go about my work or in the car.  I am not 'always with Christ.' I know this is a goal to strive for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that during this Great Lenten season, that all of us reading and commenting on these 40 maxims will be able to say that we are 'always with Christ and trust God in everything.'  Let us pray for each other even if we don't know each other personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God grant us a blessed time of preparation for Pascha during this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4195354043143785861?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4195354043143785861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4195354043143785861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4195354043143785861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4195354043143785861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-be-always-with-christ-and-trust-god.html' title='1. Be always with Christ and trust God in everything.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2449345753142113168</id><published>2009-02-23T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:25:17.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back!</title><content type='html'>Welcome back, sisters in Christ!  I look forward to another Lenten season of fellowship and encouragement with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wasn't planning on doing this again, but my grandmother (who, as a member of the Friends church, is about as far from Eastern Orthodoxy as one can get!) recently came across the blog and asked me for a copy of them.  I took that as a sign that this little site was not finished -- and when I sent an inquiring e-mail out and got several dozen responses in half a day's time, as well as the hearty blessing of my spiritual father, I felt sure this was the Lord leading me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in participating in this group by posting about one of the Maxims, comment on this post and I'll send you a number.  There are still plenty left!  We'd love to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2449345753142113168?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2449345753142113168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2449345753142113168' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2449345753142113168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2449345753142113168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-116561359351064916</id><published>2008-04-18T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:33:00.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40. Get help when you need it, without fear or shame.</title><content type='html'>The last post, from my mother Colleen.  She said she was "a little sad" to see it end, and I agree!  I wish you all a blessed Holy Week and a most joyous Pascha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spiritual father once described the Church as a hospital where we come for the healing of our souls, and I have also discovered a similar theme as I’ve read words from the Church fathers and mothers.  At any given time, any one of the members of Christ’s body may find himself in the role of either doctor or patient in this hospital, and therefore could be either a giver of help, or a recipient.  So what’s the big deal with simply asking for help when you need it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving help seems to be much easier for me than receiving it.  It may be the Mom in me, who is used to making everything better.  (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; reason is more or less acceptable in my self-evaluation.)  But a more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; motive is the one that has been weaving in and out of the previous forty maxims, preventing them from becoming established in my life, and glaring at me as I learn more about myself through my Lenten journey.  When I decide not to seek help because it might alter my reputation as a competent individual, I know that pride is still actively at work in my decision-making process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us the Church because He knows our needs, and in ministering to one another we become vessels of His grace and mercy.  During these forty days I have been humbled to find myself in need of the help and wisdom of others, and have been the recipient of the healing power of their prayers.   And this very discussion of Forty Maxims has blessed me through your observations and words:  I have felt convicted of sin, comforted in my pain, and blessed by the joy of your faith.  You all have given me more help during this season of Great Lent than you will ever know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us the gift of fellow believers to advise, encourage, inspire, challenge, and bear witness to the Truth.  May we in humility seek the help of our spiritual family as an extension of seeking help from our Lord Himself.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.  (Hebrews 4:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-116561359351064916?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/116561359351064916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=116561359351064916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/116561359351064916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/116561359351064916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/40-get-help-when-you-need-it-without.html' title='40. Get help when you need it, without fear or shame.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6461662003131801687</id><published>2008-04-17T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:39:09.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>39. When you fall, get up immediately and start over.</title><content type='html'>Good evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6461662003131801687?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6461662003131801687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6461662003131801687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6461662003131801687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6461662003131801687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/39-when-you-fall-get-up-immediately-and.html' title='39. When you fall, get up immediately and start over.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8087748545177702308</id><published>2008-04-16T06:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:55:00.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>38. Endure the trial of yourself and your faults serenely, under God’s mercy.</title><content type='html'>Carla Harris from California has a few thoughts for us today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how fitting this maxim is for me. I have begun the process of launching a new business and have often come face-to-face with how far I fall short of the qualities, abilities, talents, knowledge, and wisdom I need to be a good businesswoman. I begin to  wonder if I have made a huge mistake and should just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Lenten readings, there has been one particular thing that struck me very deeply and which I have gone back to and thought about much. It is Fr. Schmemann’s discussion in his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great Lent&lt;/span&gt; about the prayer of St. Ephrem that we encounter often in this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that struck me so sharply was what he said about sloth: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It is that strange laziness and passivity of our entire being which always pushes us “down” rather than “up” — which constantly convinces us that no change is possible and therefore desirable. It is in fact a deeply rooted cynicism which to every spiritual challenge responds “what for?” and makes our life one tremendous spiritual waste. It is the root of all sin because it poisons the spiritual energy at its very source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we become overly discouraged about ourselves, our faults and our sins, we can move into the place where we see everything in a negative light, where we give up on being transformed by the love and mercy and power of God. When I read this, it startled me and made me shudder. The thoughts of discouragement with myself that I conveniently put in the category of humility, were actually prideful and sinful and very dangerous to my soul. Wow. What a wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also “other side of the coin” of this reaction which is to defend ourselves, getting angry with whomever might have pointed out our sins to us. (“How could they? Who do they think they are!?”) Again, a response of pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling an earlier maxim, it is a temptation to believe that we must be extraordinary. Then when we realize we’re not, we react, either in discouragement or in indignance. If we embrace the maxim “Be an ordinary person, one of the human race,” we can begin to see ourselves as we truly are. And then, serenely enduring our faults and humbly confessing them to God, we receive His forgiveness and can live in the midst of His love and mercy that will transform our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God help us in this effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8087748545177702308?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8087748545177702308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8087748545177702308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8087748545177702308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8087748545177702308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/38-endure-trial-of-yourself-and-your_16.html' title='38. Endure the trial of yourself and your faults serenely, under God’s mercy.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7150040221191297047</id><published>2008-04-15T07:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:26:01.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>37. Have no expectations except to be fiercely tempted to your last breath.</title><content type='html'>Happy Tax Day!  I just love that today lined up with this maxim about death.  Our God does indeed have a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Debra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  This makes me think of the icon of the Ladder of Divine Ascent.  We are constantly climbing the ladder toward Christ, but the devils are constantly trying to pull us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose in life is spiritual salvation -- to live with God forever.  On this journey, we will suffer and be tempted.  We are not to 'expect' anything except that we will be tempted in this life.  But we know that God and Christ are there with us through all these temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are various thoughts I gleaned from the talks of Father Michael Duhulich this past weekend at the Antiochian Women of the East Lenten retreat that I think pertain to this maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not the author of evil.  God is the cause of everything cood. Evil is the withdrawal of good. God wishes all good things, but He permits free choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take either takes you closer to God or further away from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depend on God. "My strength is made perfect in your weakness."  Suffering brings opportunities to have courage. Courage is hope in God's victory. Courage is found in the cross of Christ.  I can't do it myself; I need Christ to help me.  The Lord is my helper. I will not fail.  We do not suffer alone.  God is with us.  In His love he suffers with us.  We are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world there is suffering.  But God has overcome the world.  God has the power to turn what He permits into what He wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can use suffering to humble us or to help us grow closer to Him.  When we suffer we can either despair or go to God. God will guide us with His Grace.  God still loves us even when we fail.  His is a steadfast love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a gift.  Life is a gift. Our goal in life is to live forever with God.  It's okay to ask WHY; just find an answer. Scriptures give answers. Saints give answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to love and to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary for today's maxim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should not be surprised at the temptations that bombard us daily. We should expect them.  But that does not mean we should give in to them.  That does not mean we should let go of the ladder.  God is with us and He can help us 'hang on' and not fall off.  God is with us even if we do fall off.  He will catch us and put us back on the ladder.  I believe that the stronger our faith becomes, the harder the devil tries to pull us down with temptations.  But God is stronger.  He HAS overcome the world.  He HAS conquered death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a blessed end to this Great Lent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7150040221191297047?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7150040221191297047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7150040221191297047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7150040221191297047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7150040221191297047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/37-have-no-expectations-except-to-be.html' title='37. Have no expectations except to be fiercely tempted to your last breath.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7267444617683269583</id><published>2008-04-14T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:30:00.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>36. Have a healthy, wholesome hobby.</title><content type='html'>A blessed Lent to all from Aster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw first the Maxim Emily gave me, I didn’t know what to write. We Africans really don’t know what hobbies are. But when we were growing up, girls had to learn what women should know, and boys had to learn what men should know. As a child, I loved landscape: trees, flowers and most of all watching the clouds. After school, we used to go and watch a nearby waterfall, where we saw little animals and plants that lived in the surrounding area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking my neighbors for roots from their flower gardens; I used to plant them on my front porch and gave them a lot of care. Usually my flowers looked better than theirs, and they use to come and say, “What did you put in your flowers? They look more beautiful than ours!” So flowers became my “thing.”  (This doesn’t mean I knew anything about them!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got older and left home, traveling to Europe and North America. There I saw beautiful manmade gardens. I started again with single potted plant, given to me by a friend; I started to take care of it, and then I couldn’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has a hobby; it is an extra gift given by God. If you can dedicate time to a certain thing, and become good at it, and share it, it becomes a hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies always &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bring us closer to someone&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;involve someone else&lt;/span&gt;. How? A friend of mine was told that she had cancer. I went to see her, and I gave her a tropical plant to take care of. A couple of years later, she wrote: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“That flower gave me hope every day; I was eager to wake up and see if it would give one more flower today, and another one tomorrow.” &lt;/span&gt; Glory to God, she is still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hobby is anything that involves spending time with someone without planning or thinking; we do it because it is what we love to do, whether it is gardening, playing a sport or going to art shows. By sharing it with someone else, it also becomes an act of kindness, and it becomes part of our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “Prayer Before Beginning a Task” (from our red prayer book) says &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“. . . so that it may be profitable to myself and others.”&lt;/span&gt; This reminds us that whatever we do affects someone else, too.  For me, it something to do with gardening; when I am in the garden, any garden, I am with God. Even in the morning, looking at the trees, looking at people’s gardens as I do every morning on the way to work, it brightens up my day, and I praise God for all the beautiful things I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is an amazing artist; He designed the first garden, and He put His first children, Adam and Eve, in it. (Genesis 2:7-8) I don’t know why, but we always visualize Heaven as a beautiful garden. When I work in the earth, I admire all of the beautiful, colorful things that come out of it, and I praise God: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“This God, the God of my fathers, is so big, and I am so small. The God who created all of us and gave us everything, how wonderful, how wise, how patient, how amazing He is! I have no words in my sinful tongue to describe how kind He is to us.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we work in the garden, we learn humility, hope and patience. Humility – because there are such small beautiful creatures living on the earth, and that makes us understand that we too are very small in God’s eyes. Patience – because whatever we are working on in the garden, we are waiting for a harvest or result. Hope – because whatever we planted, if it didn’t come out well this time, we can try again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our Lord Jesus’ time of prayer before His Passion, He went to the Garden of Mount Olive, by Gethsemane.  (Matthew 22:39)  Many people imitate that when they need to walk alone with God. Whether in our own yard or a public park, a garden can be our escape from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I garden, then, only then, I find peace. I am so silent, as if I am listening to God. Sometimes I say the Jesus prayer, and sometimes I just smell the earth and the morning dew.  I think my gift from God is gardening, and that is my healthy and wholesome hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our Lord plant His garden in our hearts. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7267444617683269583?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7267444617683269583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7267444617683269583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7267444617683269583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7267444617683269583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/36-have-healthy-wholesome-hobby.html' title='36. Have a healthy, wholesome hobby.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7980757636400251054</id><published>2008-04-13T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T07:28:31.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>35. Do nothing for people that they can do for themselves.</title><content type='html'>Happy Sunday!  Here is Monica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maxim elicits a flashback to the distant past when I used to wait for one or another of my three sons to tie his own shoes with tiny fingers or to come up with an answer to “What color is the elephant (or apple or car) in this picture?” – although it would have been expedient simply to resolve the situation myself. I realize, however, that I am involved in a similar task nowadays as I stand beside my frail, nonagenarian mother with arms outstretched to catch her in case she falls as she struggles doggedly to move from wheelchair to bed by her own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These situations are the unambiguous ones, in which it is easy to discern the best course of action -- or rather, inaction. In other cases a certain amount of agonizing occurs. If I offer money to a needy relative or friend, will this person develop a dependency on me and thus lose the motivation to discover his or her own survival strategies? Will our relationship be irrevocably altered? More importantly, will I diminish this person’s sense of dignity? Of course, these questions are echoed in the public arena by debates about charitable giving or tax-funded assistance. Sometimes the arguments in favor of individual autonomy and self-sufficiency can serve merely to disguise a lack of generosity, but sometimes they do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the emotional level, it is natural -- especially for women, I think -- to feel an urge to “be there” for others who need a listening ear. We respond to another person’s pain with a reflexive impulse to do whatever it takes to alleviate that pain. But this kind of assistance, too, has the potential for transformation into a relationship that harms more than it helps, especially by tempting one or the other of the two participants to exert some form of control over the other, often in subtle ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the pitfalls involved in helping another, it is a serious challenge to decide what to do. I think that each situation is unique and requires prayerful discernment. One guideline that persists in my mind is based on the blessed Augustine’s thoughts about friendship, which appear most explicitly in his book ON CHRISTIAN TEACHING. Augustine (A.D. 354-430) makes a distinction between “use” and “enjoyment”: that is, we are to “enjoy” God alone, because to enjoy anyone or anything else would amount to idolatry. Everything else that we experience should serve as something that we “use,” or that we offer to be used by another, in the journey toward complete communion with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even friendship comes under this latter category. According to Augustine, a Christian friendship is a relationship that contributes to the spiritual progress of the partners. Two streams flow together in a common current channeled towards God. Attachment to another person for the satisfaction of one’s human desires for comfort or praise leads only to a dead end and therefore must be abandoned. In applying this thought to today’s maxim, I can resolve never to encourage another person to develop such a fruitless attachment to me, but instead to nurture a friendship that facilitates his or her growth in the “fruit of the Spirit” (Gal. 5:22-23), whether it feels comfortable or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7980757636400251054?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7980757636400251054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7980757636400251054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7980757636400251054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7980757636400251054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/35-do-nothing-for-people-that-they-can.html' title='35. Do nothing for people that they can do for themselves.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2352262122841329067</id><published>2008-04-12T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:29:16.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34. Be merciful with yourself and others.</title><content type='html'>From the lovely Melanie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this message is something that has been touched upon in other maxims. Creating a balance between two things. My mom, every since I can remember, has always told me about making sure I have a balance. Even though I am twenty-five years old, my mom is still giving me the same steady and true advice. "Just make sure you are balanced about it." Mom, I want to find a new job. . . Well, you can't spend every minute of every day working towards that; just make sure you have a balance of "fun time" and "trying to find a job time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In yesterday's maxim, we read that we are to be strict with ourselves. We are to rely on a strict daily schedule. We are to accomplish all of our goals for the day and for each day thereafter. It is so hard for me to hear "Be strict with yourself," and then also hear, "Be merciful with yourself and others." Sometimes I feel that being merciful gives me an excuse to goof off, be lazy and procrastinate on the things that I want to do for my life, both spiritual and physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I see what my mom was trying to really tell me. That it's not just keeping the balance for a while and then letting one thing rule your life. It is about being strict with your time (something I was never good at) so as to include all things that are necessary and important to you but all the while maintaining a balance in your life. If you are not able to accomplish that, then you should be merciful with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Emily gave me this maxim, she knew, just as I knew, that this maxim really hits home for me. I think she and I were discussing my various frustrations: my dislike for my job and the difficulties of having a husband that is not Orthodox. I must be honest in saying that much of the time I feel like all the bad things that happen in my life are of my own doing, my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two maxims do not cancel each other out. They work together to make each of us better examples of Christ's love. My being merciful with myself should not shadow the fact that I still need to be strict with myself. Just as my strictness should not overpower me so much that I fall out of faith or into the depths of despair to where I cannot see the mercy which Christ has bestowed upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are called to be merciful, but that mercy does not just end with ourselves. We are called to be merciful with others as well. How can we see when people need us to be merciful? Is it one set time or is it all the time? We are called to have mercy on all, just as we ask God to have mercy on us every time we attend church or pray to Him. Our job is to provide boundless mercy, because it is our endless outpouring of mercy that creates balance in this world that is cold, mean and cruel towards others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, I ask that you pray for me as I try to not only be strict with myself, but to also be merciful with my mistakes and not to judge others but to be merciful towards all who are around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2352262122841329067?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2352262122841329067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2352262122841329067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2352262122841329067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2352262122841329067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/34-be-merciful-with-yourself-and-others.html' title='34. Be merciful with yourself and others.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2670872791963999047</id><published>2008-04-11T15:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:06:42.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>33. Be strict with yourself.</title><content type='html'>Dear Sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last post -- I have commenters lined up for the remaining week of the fast -- so I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for blessing me throughout this Lent with your thoughts, ideas and struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This maxim is so difficult for me to live out.  Our society constantly exhorts us to be easy on ourselves: have another cookie, go get your nails done, watch some TV and put your feet up.  And I have to confess that often, I listen to that voice.  My schedule is very flexible, and I'm a star procrastinator, so often I'll look back at the end of the day and think, "What did I *do* today?"  Nothing!  This is the result of being too easy on yourself: wasted time that you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that on days when I don't have time for messing around, like if we're preparing for dinner guests or I have a big project to work on for school, I end up feeling much more productive at the end of the day, and that productivity makes me happy -- even if I haven't "relaxed" at all.  I can see why just about every monastic tradition relies on a strict daily schedule and constant labor -- even at something menial, like picking olives or scrubbing floors -- the work is good for your mind and your body, and it gives you a sense of your vocation and place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fr. Hopko's commentary on the Maxims, he includes another one about having a daily schedule of activities -- not leaving your schedule up to whim or caprice.  As a piano teacher, I'm constantly exhorting my students to build practicing into their daily routine; once the schedule becomes expected, it will be easier and more rewarding to follow.  It's the same with any activity: housework, exercise, or even prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure tomorrow's poster will have something to say about this, but I can't help but notice that while that maxim mentions "others," this one emphatically doesn't.  I guess it goes without saying that while we are called to hold ourselves to a strict standard, it's not fair to expect the same of others.  We don't know what burdens they bear or what unseen standards they've already imposed on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings for a fruitful conclusion to the Fast!  Please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2670872791963999047?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2670872791963999047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2670872791963999047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2670872791963999047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2670872791963999047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/33-be-strict-with-yourself.html' title='33. Be strict with yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6354979644272105523</id><published>2008-04-10T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:05:13.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32. Give advice only when asked or when it is your duty.</title><content type='html'>Jocelyn's thoughts today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with many of the maxims, we encounter a call to strike a delicate balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the easier part of this maxim is to give advice only when asked.  Just keep your mouth shut until someone asks you a question, I suppose.  (Of course, when you're absolutely itching to speak up, this can prove difficult!) Like the other maxims, it encourages us to choose our words carefully and precisely, to speak only as necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But giving when necessary is tougher when looking at the second half of the maxim.  We have a duty to give advice!  Can you believe that?  This means that it's something we can fail at if we don't give advice.  (Not to make y'all paranoid or anything.) Your knowledge, experience, and wisdom can be invaluable to someone; we must be on the alert for loving ways that we can be giving to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that for me, it's easier to look at the things that I have said and see where I was wrong to give advice or failed miserably at it.  Seeing missed opportunities is a little harder.  What's difficult for me is creating an attentive mind, looking for those opportunities where I could give advice (or help of some sort).  It's not always obvious or easy, and many times I'm so wrapped up in my own needs that I don't even see the greater needs of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6354979644272105523?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6354979644272105523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6354979644272105523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6354979644272105523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6354979644272105523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/32-give-advice-only-when-asked-or-when.html' title='32. Give advice only when asked or when it is your duty.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3250000452346152406</id><published>2008-04-09T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:48:03.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31. "Accept criticism gracefully and test it carefully."</title><content type='html'>A word from Stephanie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hard thing to do – accept criticism, yet it is such a necessary experience for our growth.  Without feedback from others, we humans tend to develop distorted ways of seeing ourselves and the world, and those distortions eventually lead to unhealthy behaviors (sins, missing our mark).  We are pack animals by nature, and we were created to function within our society, not as fully independent beings but as an interdependent system bound in love.  As one form of communication among elements within the Body of Christ, critical feedback from others is a source of blood flow that keeps us functioning in a healthy manner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists call this concept of interdependent systems “Field Theory” or “Systems Theory,” and reading more about it has led me to see how awesome is the balance (homeostasis) God has set in place in our universe!  When one criticizes in love, and the other accepts it gracefully, there is no unnecessary tension or strife – the Body functions as it should.  Criticism serves its function to set things back in order to the benefit of all, like the forces each of the stars and planets exerts on the others.  If one organ in a body is sick, all the others suffer, and health is maintained only to the extent that each is willing to offer its feedback to the rest, keeping the blood flow steady and rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing criticism carefully is an important step and requires discernment.  Sometimes criticism is valid from one person’s perspective but not another’s, and only God knows which perspective is right, yet the process still provides important information about the state of two individuals.  It could be that someone criticizes another more from one’s own distorted lens than from reality.  If we live within Christ at all times, we can regain our true state of humility, and discerning the important message of the communication becomes clearer.  Either way, when criticized, we may consider it a blessing, as it provides us information either about how we might productively change ourselves, understand the needs of our brother, or both.  Either way, it provides communication, the blood flow among the organs of the Body, and if we are functioning in a healthy manner, we will thrive on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun once told me that when we receive criticism, we should say, “God bless it!”  I’m far from achieving the humility I need to gracefully accept criticism, and I know my lens of discernment is darkened, but I trust that with God’s blessings, I might at least perceive some small bit of understanding that I might begin to undertake the task of true healing.  Please pray for me, and forgive me for all the times I have offered criticism without love and taken criticism without humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3250000452346152406?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3250000452346152406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3250000452346152406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3250000452346152406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3250000452346152406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/31-accept-criticism-gracefully-and-test.html' title='31. &quot;Accept criticism gracefully and test it carefully.&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-460119658648813162</id><published>2008-04-08T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:42:36.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30. Be defined and bound by God, not people.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, sisters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second-to-last "empty" day, so I'll leave it to you to discuss this Maxim.  I think it's so interesting the way they are connected -- this one reminds me of the one about comparing yourself to others, and the one about avoiding unnecessary attention.  Once again, we are reminded to put our focus on God, not others, and certainly not on ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-460119658648813162?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/460119658648813162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=460119658648813162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/460119658648813162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/460119658648813162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-be-defined-and-bound-by-god-not.html' title='30. Be defined and bound by God, not people.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5070735611413356255</id><published>2008-04-07T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:59:53.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>29. Don’t defend or justify yourself.</title><content type='html'>Greetings!  No poster today, so you get to hear my thoughts . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of this Maxim, "Don't defend," seems to evoke Christ's advice to "turn the other cheek."  In a world where identity and individuality matter a great deal, it's difficult to heed that, especially in situations where you know you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But . . . what is "right"?  My teacher trainer once told us that if we had a disagreement with a student, we should always apologize, even if we knew we were right.  If the student claimed we hadn't taught them something, even if we had, we should say, "I'm sorry, I must be mistaken."  If they insisted they hadn't made a mistake, we should respond, "Oh, I'm sorry -- I didn't teach you the right way!  It's my fault."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us balked at this, spouting the usual defenses -- they wouldn't be held accountable for their own actions, they needed to learn responsibility -- but she just said, "Who cares?  Your job is to teach them, and the best way to do that is to make them feel comfortable and good about themselves.  Being right doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried (tried, and failed, but I try still) to live this philosophy in all areas of my life.  Pride is such an ugly, evil thing.  In the end, if it's hurt or compromised in some way, truly, who cares?  We will have saved another person from feeling hurt, embarrassed, or stupid.  We will have done them good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the second part, "justify yourself," I am again reminded of the Scriptures -- this time of the lawyer who questioned Christ.  When Christ said that the second greatest commandment was to "love your neighbor as yourself," the man immediately responded, "And who is my neighbor?"  The Scriptures say that the man said this "desiring to justify himself."  He wanted to know exactly what he had to do, so that he could do that -- and not a bit more.  In answer, of course, Christ gave him the parable of the Good Samaritan -- the ultimate example of sacrifice and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, what a perfect lesson this is for Lent.  How much have we justified ourselves regarding small exceptions -- eating "allowed" foods but eating too much, or eating "prohibited" foods while making some excuse or another, or being public instead of secret about our fasting, as our Lord admonished us?  Always, we seek to justify ourselves, instead of acknowledging our sinfulness and begging for Christ's mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, a sinner, as I pray for each of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5070735611413356255?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5070735611413356255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5070735611413356255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5070735611413356255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5070735611413356255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/29-dont-defend-or-justify-yourself.html' title='29. Don’t defend or justify yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3966420035375965851</id><published>2008-04-06T20:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:53:31.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28. Don't try to convince anyone of anything.</title><content type='html'>Here is Susan with a wonderful meditation to close out our weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first received this particular Maxim from Emily I thought, "Yes, this is a good one for me."  When I am passionate about a topic, I definitely can become aggressive in conversation with those who disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I thought of was a conversation I had with a Protestant co-worker who said that she had heard a story about Mother Teresa that made her respect her less.  Now I have not verified this story, but as per my co-worker, Mother Teresa was caring for a Hindu woman.  This woman wanted a husband and Mother Teresa introduced her to a Hindu Man whom she later married.  My co-worker was concerned as to why Mother Teresa had not converted this woman to Christianity and why she hadn't introduced her to a Christian man.  My response was that I felt it was better to try to convert someone by living a Christian life -- setting a good example, which in this case included treating this woman with respect for who she was. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pondering this more, I realized that even the Orthodox organization IOCC helps people of all religious backgrounds who are experiencing difficulty around the world without overtly trying to convert them to Orthodox Christianity.  From the IOCC website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Every day, IOCC helps people move from desperate circumstances to hope and economic self-sufficiency. In Russia, Romania, the Republic of Georgia and Bosnia-Herzegovina, IOCC provides loans for small businesses, tractors and seeds for farmers, and empowering communities through capacity building with local organizations. In the Holy Land, Lebanon, Iraq, Jordan, and Ethiopia, IOCC provides job skills training and job creation, school building and repair, child nutrition programs, educational training, and HIV/AIDS awareness and prevention."  &lt;/span&gt;I know that IOCC is also active in the areas of the US struck by Hurricane Katrina.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I was out with a friend (another co-worker.) She was talking about some discussions she had with people of other faiths.  One of her comments was that sometimes the conversations would get heated, but in the end they realized they were really talking about the same or similar things, just using different words.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This struck me as another reason to keep strong opinions to myself.  Sometimes I am so passionate about what I am saying that I do not really listen to what the other person is saying.  Maybe they have been saying the same thing or similar things, but using different words. . . and regardless, I have not been respecting them for who they are and what they think.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As Jesus said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.  By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another."  &lt;/span&gt;(John 13:34-35)  In this Jesus is asking us to love as Christ has loved us, laying down His life not only for His friends, but even for His enemies.  Many times I believe I treat people who do not agree with me on an issue or concept as my enemy.  I need to learn to love them, respect them, listen to them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In examining this maxim I gained a growing awareness that I should be more concerned with the state of my soul than with potential faults in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in reading your comments on this maxim, since in reading many of your posts, I have been humbled by the depth of your postings and comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3966420035375965851?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3966420035375965851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3966420035375965851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3966420035375965851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3966420035375965851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/28-dont-try-to-convince-anyone-of.html' title='28. Don&apos;t try to convince anyone of anything.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5675279599527717652</id><published>2008-04-05T07:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:23:10.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Don't judge anyone for anything.</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  Here is Lauren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel at a loss for words as I read this maxim. What can I say about a rule I violate all the time? Perhaps this is why we say the Prayer of St. Ephraim every day, pleading for God to allow us to see our own sins, and as a consequence, to not judge our brother. I think it's interesting that we first ask of God for spiritual insight into the state of our own soul before our neighbor even comes into the picture. Like the parable of the speck in your friend's eye and the log in your own, if we truly look in the mirror at ourselves, it will be impossible for us to comment on the lives of others. Not that I don't try, sadly; I am all too skilled at seeing the faults of others. When reading this, I'm also reminded of God's mysterious timing in life, and His personal interactions with each person. Only God and the person knows where they are spiritually, and it may not be the place you think it is. St. John Climacus describes a scene where he chastises a monk for very sinful behavior, but found out later that the monk had already had a heartfelt repentance for his deed. From the outside, the monk appeared to be a wretched sinner, but on the inside he was made new. I should remember this story more often, since not a day goes by that I'm not judging, commenting on, complaining about, being irritated at, or labeling those around me. And who knows God's plan for people and situations? Certainly not me. Whatever it is that causes us to want to judge another, we should remember that we are faced with this situation so that God can teach us to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling, and so that we can learn a little something new about ourselves and God in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5675279599527717652?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5675279599527717652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5675279599527717652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5675279599527717652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5675279599527717652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-dont-judge-anyone-for-anything.html' title='27. Don&apos;t judge anyone for anything.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2146733038870163986</id><published>2008-04-04T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:24:04.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>26. Don’t compare yourself with anyone.</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  A wonderful meditation from Jeanine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not opened my personal/spiritual journal in quite a while, but I used to write almost every day.  If I had been writing recently, maybe I would have said . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;March 30, 2008 (Third Sunday in Lent – Veneration of the Cross)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been Orthodox almost a year now and I don’t know who I am anymore.  It was much easier for me to be an evangelical Protestant.  When I compare myself to the other women in my church, I feel like such a spiritual midget.  I can’t answer questions about the Orthodox faith like them, I don’t know how to pray like them and I certainly can’t sing like them.  I can’t cook meals during Lent and I don’t have a clue how to make a Pascha basket.  Where am I?  Why have You brought me here?  Is this something I can really do?  Maybe I should just go to church on Sundays and be satisfied with that.  I don’t think Peter knows I cried myself to sleep last night …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2, 2008 (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idiot driver just about side-swiped me today on the way to work!  I can’t stand people who drive really slow and then wander over into another lane like they are taking a stroll in a meadow or something.  How hard is it to pay attention?!  Why can’t everyone do what I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss needed a file today and we looked in the staff cabinets to find it.  She FINALLY noticed the horrible state of the filing system and said, “Now I know why you are having a hard time finishing the filing project I gave you.”  I’m SO glad she saw for herself the horrible state in which “you-know-who” left everything.  It’s a disaster!  I could never work like that.  My boss is extremely pleased with the way I’ve re-done her own files.  “You-know-who” had absolutely no organization skills.  The team has noticed, too; some of them have made comments about how I always know where everything is and am really efficient and tidy.  I have my performance review soon and am quite sure I’ll get a good rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;April 4, 2008 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that comparing myself to my Orthodox sisters led me to discouragement and despair last weekend.  Don’t really want to go back there.  I want to remember what my friend Bob the Tomato in VeggieTales says, “God made you special and He loves you very much.”  That means that I have something special to offer to the community of faith that no one else has.  Will You show me what it is?  Will you help me to offer it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that speaking harshly against a stranger is wrong because James 4:12 says, “Who are you to judge another?”  I have no idea what the woman driving that SUV was thinking or feeling when she almost smashed into me.  And comparing myself to “you-know-who” is total pride.  St. Basil the Great said, “Never place yourself above anyone, not even great sinners.”  I really have to get over myself (yes, and go to confession!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Papa, is it ALWAYS wrong to compare myself to someone else?  How will I improve if I don’t look at others as a sort of benchmark?  I need to see how another sister worships and prays in order to learn.  I need to see that I’m better at something in order to help someone else improve.  Ah – “in order to learn.”  “In order to help…”  Motive.  Humility.  Love.  When I have the proper attitude, comparison will lead to improvement, not to despair and not to pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compare myself to Christ with the proper attitude, I will be humbled and I will truly worship.  Which is the whole point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2146733038870163986?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2146733038870163986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2146733038870163986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2146733038870163986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2146733038870163986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/26-dont-compare-yourself-with-anyone.html' title='26. Don’t compare yourself with anyone.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3748988871320740349</id><published>2008-04-03T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:31:02.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25.   Don’t seek or expect pity or praise.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon!.  Here is the latest Maxim -- along with a promise that after today, you'll be hearing from some other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Maxim is really like four different Maxims rolled into one, isn't it?  Simple, but difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3748988871320740349?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3748988871320740349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3748988871320740349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3748988871320740349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3748988871320740349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/25-dont-seek-or-expect-pity-or-praise.html' title='25.   Don’t seek or expect pity or praise.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2431463318261674189</id><published>2008-04-02T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:01:35.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24.   Don’t complain, grumble, murmur or whine.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon, ladies -- here I am again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say about this Maxim?  It's pretty straightforward.  Also, pretty difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you remind yourself not to do these horribly tempting things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2431463318261674189?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2431463318261674189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2431463318261674189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2431463318261674189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2431463318261674189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/24-dont-complain-grumble-murmur-or.html' title='24.   Don’t complain, grumble, murmur or whine.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7020274773057896505</id><published>2008-04-01T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:08:25.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>23.   Flee carnal things at their first appearance.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just me again tonight.  The wonderful (and scary) thing about this maxim is the exhortation to flee -- it's not just "stay away from carnal things," or "don't give in to carnal things," but "FLEE carnal things."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Hopko clarifies this in his commentary by saying "sexual things."  Sexual temptation is probably one of the most powerful and frightening forces of Satan; its explosive, impulsive nature is one of the reasons it is so carefully restricted to a marriage relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image I have is of Joseph, leaving his coat in the hands of Potiphar's wife in his haste to get away from her.  I don't think this was because he was disgusted by her; on the contrary, I think he was probably tempted to some degree, and rather than try to reason it out, he just fled the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the emphasis here seems to be on our inability to control our passions and / or the circumstances of our lives.  We can't hope to resist temptations this powerful.  The moment we catch a glimpse of them, we need to turn and run the other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7020274773057896505?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7020274773057896505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7020274773057896505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7020274773057896505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7020274773057896505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/04/23-flee-carnal-things-at-their-first.html' title='23.   Flee carnal things at their first appearance.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8218468016038913465</id><published>2008-03-31T14:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:25:48.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Flee imagination, fantasy, analysis.</title><content type='html'>Hi, ladies.  We have no poster today, and this weekend was pretty exhausting, so I'm going to leave this post wide open.  I will share that this has been one of the most puzzling of the maxims for me.  What do you think it means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8218468016038913465?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8218468016038913465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8218468016038913465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8218468016038913465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8218468016038913465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/22-flee-imagination-fantasy-analysis.html' title='22. Flee imagination, fantasy, analysis.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4306227285732572622</id><published>2008-03-30T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:51:20.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>21.   Speak simply, clearly, firmly, directly.</title><content type='html'>Good evening, ladies.  Here is Carolyn, with some wonderful advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“But let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes’ and your ‘No’ be ‘No’.  For whatever is more than this is from the evil one.”   Matthew 5:37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Set a watch O Lord before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.”  Psalm 140:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from Letters to a Beginner from Abbess Thaisia of Leushino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 9: On idle talk and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deeply rooted in people is the love of idle talk, i.e., empty, unnecessary conversations, and it has become a beloved pastime among them.  It seems we don’t know and don’t believe that idle talk is a sin, and a serious sin, which gives birth to a multitude of other sins: quarrels, conflicts, gossip, slander, condemnation, calumny and the like.  Indeed, all the various confusions which fill the human life to overflowing, all the disturbances of the inner quiet of the soul, have as their source this same idle talk, which has crept into all of everyday life, as though it were its indispensable property  and requirement. If any sin or any passion knows how to clothe itself in an attractive form, it is precisely—idle talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins under the pretext of conversing, of discussing some business, but then we proceed imperceptibly to an altogether unnecessary, empty and sinful conversation.  Like a deeply rooted infection, this sickness does not easily submit to healing.  It has penetrated all layers of social and private life; It is active in people of every age and gender, every class and social position, and has not even spared monasteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In our words, which we regard so carelessly, so thoughtlessly, will be either your justification or condemnation, as our Lord Jesus Christ Himself says:  “I say unto you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the Day of Judgment. By thy words thou shall be justified, and by thy words thou shall be condemned.”  (Matthew 12:36-7)  If even one idle word will be subject to accounting in the day of judgment, then to what condemnation and punishment will we be subject, who talk idly  continually and constantly, restrained neither by place nor time, nor by the presence of outsiders, who perhaps even against their will, we make participants in our empty conversations, and in such a manner draw them into sin?  So by drawing them into sin we are subject to a double condemnation- both of idle talk and for being a cause of temptation, for woe, it is said, to that man by whom the offense cometh. (Matthew 18:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world would be a much calmer place if this maxim was practiced by more people.  Learning how to talk takes practice like everything else, if you want to get good at it.  I work with someone that talks so much that I don’t have to talk, except to interrupt him and give him something to do.  Then I hope that it will take a long time so that I get a little quiet. Otherwise I spend a lot of time by myself, so I don’t get a lot of practice.  So, Coffee Hour would be quite a challenge for me, to know and stop before I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“proceed imperceptibly to an altogether unnecessary, empty and sinful conversation." &lt;/span&gt; I find that when I talk too much, I am saying things that really don’t need to be said.  Just because I can say it, doesn’t mean someone else really has to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4306227285732572622?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4306227285732572622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4306227285732572622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4306227285732572622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4306227285732572622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/21-speak-simply-clearly-firmly-directly.html' title='21.   Speak simply, clearly, firmly, directly.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-583974302656174083</id><published>2008-03-29T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:21:41.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20. Think and talk about things no more than necessary.</title><content type='html'>Happy midpoint, ladies!  The following is from Megan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the maxims make us cringe because they contain concise little lessons that cut to the core of what we do not want to change about ourselves.  This one, right in the middle, number twenty out of forty, reminds us not to engage in idle talk.  Not to gossip, or even speak more than necessary.  As women, we almost universally hate to hear this, and yet as Orthodox women we almost universally are working on it.  It is not a surprising admonition; simply one that makes us put our heads down and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a warning not to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about things more than necessary?  Did that word think accidentally slip in there?  Isn’t thinking like prayer or like love: the more the better?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Hopko could have easily prescribed that we worry no more than necessary, and certainly this maxim does allow for that interpretation.  But the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; is purposely paired with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;, and we are certainly to take meaning from that.  Just as we are not to engage in idle talk, whether it be gossip, lies, or simply unnecessary chatter, we are to refrain from idle thoughts.  This would include the banishing of gossipy thoughts, where we indulge and flatter ourselves by thinking ill of others.  It means an end to idle speculation, daydreaming, lustful thoughts, dwelling on worries and fears – the end to any thoughts other than what is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I don’t think I can do that.  Thank goodness we have the Saints to help us out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-583974302656174083?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/583974302656174083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=583974302656174083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/583974302656174083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/583974302656174083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/20-think-and-talk-about-things-no-more.html' title='20. Think and talk about things no more than necessary.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1787524320674175473</id><published>2008-03-28T11:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:45:07.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19.   Be awake and attentive, fully present where you are.</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone!  We are without an author today, so let me just share one thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Maxim is very closely related to the one about silence.  It is impossible to be "fully present" when you have four or five pots bubbling at once (literal or figurative.)  I often have to remind myself to turn away from the computer when I'm having a conversation with someone, even a phone conversation; I might technically be listening, but I'm not really paying attention.  And on the flip side of that, I will often ignore the phone if it rings while I'm doing something I need to concentrate on -- teaching a student, writing a note, or even making breakfast.  I don't like electronic gadgets to run my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women, it's very tempting to multi-task, because for the most part we can do it quite capably.  But something will be lost in each task when we try to do them all at once; all that does is erode our ability to concentrate and water down our experiences.  When you are fully present, you learn things you never expected to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1787524320674175473?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1787524320674175473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1787524320674175473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1787524320674175473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1787524320674175473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/19-be-awake-and-attentive-fully-present.html' title='19.   Be awake and attentive, fully present where you are.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-5842956908415668759</id><published>2008-03-27T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:23:44.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Listen when people talk to you.</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  Here is Deborah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my husband this was the maxim I was to write about, he could only sit there and chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He no doubt had immediate recall of the 6 o'clock hour at our home, with me scurrying around to get dinner on the table, and he arrives, eager to unload news from the work front or just what's on his mind. At that point in the day, the way I do listening often gets downsized to detecting sound waves in the ear canal; and for him, talking then becomes merely an exercise in echo location. This maxim has encouraged me to devise strategies to remedy that situation, thankfully. I'm trying to greet him and give him a few minutes of fairly exclusive time immediately upon his arrival. If that doesn't happen, we're trying to take walks right before or right after dinner with the girls so that we get to converse at least a little bit. And then there's always after the girls are in bed to make more time to talk and listen to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to work on listening to my husband? Because I love him and want him to feel loved, respected, cherished as my friend and loving partner. So, can I listen to others in the "people" category with a similar desire for them? Everyone has a need to be heard, to express what's on their minds, in their hearts, from casual conversation to deep therapy. A couple things come to mind. One is the Psalmist in a humbled state: "Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications. Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King and my God..." The other is from Horton Hears a Who: "A person's a person, no matter how small," and the image of that big elephant ear dropping way down to hear what's up in that itty bitty city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening is one of the most fundamental things I can do to embrace another person, to let them be who they are, and maybe at times to let them find out who they are becoming.  As Bishop Kallistos Ware has put it, "Just as the three Divine Persons live in and for each other, so man -- being made in the Trinitarian image -- becomes a real person by seeing the world through others' eyes, by making others' joys and sorrows his own ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wise godmother gave me a wonderful book to read during Lent -- Mother Gavrilia, The Ascetic of Love. The translator says, "Listening to people was one of [Mother Gavrilia's] special ministries. She often said that in our days, we scarcely know how to listen to the other, for we usually prefer to listen to ourselves, to our own talking, even after we ask a question!"  She would sit and listen to others for hours, and when asked how she could do this without collapsing from fatigue, she would always say, "I do not exist." If she did not exist, she could become one with the other person and truly empathize with their situation, giving them hope and encouragement. Later in life Mother Gavrilia found a prior witness to this in a quote by St. Nilus: "He knows himself best, who believes himself as not existing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening can require us to humble ourselves, focusing our undivided attention on the one speaking to us. We have to "lay aside all earthly cares" -- I might try visualizing a bulldozer removing all irrelevant thoughts to the far side of my brain – and provide true listening ears to the one who speaks to us. I guess this really is a good Lenten maxim, as listening can be seen as a way of almsgiving. Listening not only with our ears but also with our hearts can be an act of selfless devotion, sometimes even hard work in order to do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't wind this up without adding that we've been given a pretty wonderful example of good listening within the sacrament of confession. During this fasting season we're given the opportunity to unload those earthly cares and speak out about the sins that so easily beset us to our trusted spiritual father confessor who listens attentively, faithfully, facing the icon of Christ with us, offering up the prayer of forgiveness, and encouraging us to make real changes in our lives as we struggle against sin. Thanks be to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to all for whom I have been a poor listener. Pray for me, a sinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen when people talk to you." Let us be attentive, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-5842956908415668759?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/5842956908415668759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=5842956908415668759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5842956908415668759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/5842956908415668759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/18-listen-when-people-talk-to-you.html' title='18. Listen when people talk to you.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-9015293053981994099</id><published>2008-03-26T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:13:47.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Never bring unnecessary attention to yourself.</title><content type='html'>From Emiliana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about not bringing unnecessary attention to oneself seems like a paradox; and even more of a paradox because I was trying to think how I could be witty and insightful.  But God's mercy against my egoism is prevailing here and I only have several brief thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about the word "unnecessary" in the maxim.  What is necessary attention, then?  Can I die to my own ego enough to let Christ shine in all I do?  That's the kind of attention that I want to gather up, not because I want anything for myself but because I want the love of Jesus, the will of Our Father and the light of the Holy Spirit to mark my trail in life.  In my own weakness and pride I fall so short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sisters, let us pray for one another, that we can prepare a path for God.  That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-9015293053981994099?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/9015293053981994099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=9015293053981994099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9015293053981994099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/9015293053981994099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/17-never-bring-unnecessary-attention-to.html' title='17. Never bring unnecessary attention to yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2000387089120170423</id><published>2008-03-25T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:23:01.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone!  I know you've been hearing my thoughts off and on for weeks now, but today is really "my" day, so thank you for listening to me ramble &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so interesting, the way God controls even the smallest details of our lives.  When I was fiddling around with a random number generator online, trying to make it work for the numbers 1-40, the first one that came up was 16.  I immediately thought, "Well, that's my number, I guess!"  Then I thought, "No, that's silly.  I'll do mine later."  But I couldn't forget it, and even after I'd assigned a bunch of numbers, no one else had gotten 16.  Then I wrote up a calendar and saw that number 16 fell on March 25 -- not only the feast of the Annunciation, the cathedral in Baltimore where I was married, but also the birthday of my god-daughter Ophelia, who turns four today.  I had to laugh when I saw that.  Okay!  I get it, already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorites on the whole list, because I love the poetic repetition of those four words; all similar, but all with slightly different connotations.  To me, they are all aspects of humility, the chief virtue that frees us from the chief sin of pride.  If you are simple, hidden, quiet and small, you don't have any room for grand ambitions or complicated schemes.  I confess to enjoying both of those things much more than is healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fr. Tom's commentary on his Maxims, he quotes the church Fathers: "If you want to be known by God, don’t be known by people."  That's a pretty solemn thought.  We all  have dreams of being famous and celebrated in some way, but the reality is that those things come with a price.  It's no coincidence that celebrities have problems with relationships, families, money and addictions.  Being "known by people" is not good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I want to quote a passage from C.S. Lewis, a writer who may not have been Orthodox, but was certainly orthodox, and now is most certainly Orthodox!  (Credit Fr. Gregory with that wonderful distinction.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not imagine that if you meet a really humble man he will be what most people call 'humble' nowadays: he will not be a sort of greasy, smarmy person, who is always telling you that, of course, he is nobody.  Probably all you will think about him is that he seemed a cheerful, intelligent chap who took a real interest in what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.  If you dislike him it will be because you feel a little envious of anyone who seems to enjoy life so easily.  He will not be thinking about humility; he will not be thinking about himself at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessed feast to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2000387089120170423?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2000387089120170423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2000387089120170423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2000387089120170423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2000387089120170423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/16-be-simple-hidden-quiet-and-small.html' title='16. Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-3338742136618874180</id><published>2008-03-24T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:03:14.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Be cheerful.</title><content type='html'>Hi! Just a placeholder post until I hear from Heidi, who's going to give us her thoughts on this . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you know that she was the only one who requested a particular Maxim: when I sent out the initial e-mail, she responded right away to say she was interested, and at the very end, added, "Dibs on 'Be cheerful!'" I was glad to give it to her, considering that she is one of the most wonderfully cheerful people I know, and not just in an outward sense -- she is really full of the joy and peace of Christ, all the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3338742136618874180?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3338742136618874180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3338742136618874180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3338742136618874180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3338742136618874180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/15-be-cheerful.html' title='15. Be cheerful.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4835807708688151847</id><published>2008-03-23T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:37:21.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14. Be grateful.</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon!  Here's a wonderful meditation from Janet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught at an early age, as you probably were, to say “thank you” when receiving candy, a gift, or a compliment.  Being grateful is an important virtue.  I believe that it’s an important element of remaining happy throughout life, and a vital aspect of having a strong relationship with God.   Here are some reasons I have come to this conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Psalms we repeatedly see the simple yet profound truth that “It is good to give thanks to God.” (1)  The Holy Scriptures remind us to “give thanks for all things to God in the name of Christ Jesus (2,) in everything give thanks (3,) and thank God without ceasing (4.)  In the lives of Christ and the Saints we see countless examples of their gratitude to God for His blessings and for every circumstance.  We sing thankful praise to God in the Divine Liturgy.   In fact, “Eucharist” means giving thanks, and the Eucharist is a topic in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do I thank God?  Do I thank Him for all things, even when I don’t feel like it, even when things don’t go the way I want, or when someone disappoints me?  Especially in these situations, I should be thankful:  thankful that God has a better plan than the one I wanted, thankful that the disappointment is for my good, and thankful for the person who disappointed me.  I see a direct correlation in my life between a grateful heart and a strong relationship with God.  In contrast, when I complain or become discontent, I am not being grateful for the many ways God has provided for me with a loving family, a strong church home, and material needs.  In other words, a thankful mindset is incompatible with sinful thoughts.  I like to think that gratitude crowds out sinful tendencies. As a practical way of being thankful, my goal is to thank God throughout the day for His mercy, protection, and goodness, as well as for specific answers to prayer whenever they come to mind.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good, for His mercy endureth forever.” (5) This psalm which we often sing during Liturgy brings great joy to my mother and me when I sing this psalm to her.  She, who taught me to be thankful as a child, can worship God with me as we praise Him for His great mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Psalm 92:1  &lt;br /&gt;2- Ephesians 5:20&lt;br /&gt;3- I Thessalonians 5:18&lt;br /&gt;4- 2 Thessalonians 2:13&lt;br /&gt;5- Psalm 118, Psalm 136&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4835807708688151847?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4835807708688151847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4835807708688151847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4835807708688151847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4835807708688151847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/14-be-grateful.html' title='14. Be grateful.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4406606117948823550</id><published>2008-03-22T08:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:44:46.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13. Face reality.</title><content type='html'>Here is Calise from California, with some exciting news . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Ladies!  Let me first say it has been such a blessing to be able to connect with all of you through this discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you all terribly!  Let me tell you all as well that I am pregnant with our 3rd &amp; I have been sick as a dog!  So please pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to ponder this maxim the first thing that came to mind was Confession.  I feel like preparing for my first confession was the first time I really stood back &amp; faced the reality of what my life had been &amp; there were a lot of things that I didn't like. Ever since then, confession has helped me to have more regular "reality checks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Thomas Hopko says..."face reality, don't live in fantasy.  There's a Russian saying, 'God is everywhere except in imagination &amp; fantasy'; face the realities of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have of late been thinking about the consequences of living in a fantasy world.  My father is an alcoholic.  Alcoholics tend to form their own fantasy worlds where they are the victims.  This helps them to live with their decisions &amp; to justify their actions; otherwise, how do you live with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scares the living daylights out of me; after having lived as part of his fantasy world for over 30 years, I am only now beginning to come to grips with the awful ramifications it has on the people around you.  I don't want to be the victim.  I want to fully engage in my own reality &amp; that of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing reality doesn't only mean the bad stuff; it also means the good. We are called to be grateful for what God has given us &amp; to be good stewards of our own realities!&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a Christian, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a neighbor &amp; a human being who not only faces my own reality &amp; is daily acknowledging the good and combatting the bad, but I want to encourage all of those people in my life who are a part of my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me the only way to truly face our own realities is through God's grace...by employing all these previous maxims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray as we all read these blogs &amp; continue this discussion that God would reveal the ugliness &amp; beauty in our own realities &amp; give us the strength &amp; humility to face it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you in this blessed season of Lent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4406606117948823550?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4406606117948823550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4406606117948823550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4406606117948823550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4406606117948823550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/13-face-reality.html' title='13. Face reality.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4474821079626494473</id><published>2008-03-21T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:21:30.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12.   Do the most difficult and painful things first.</title><content type='html'>Let me encourage you all anew to please post your thoughts about these Maxims!  It is such a blessing to hear from each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Maxim because it's so wise, so uncomplicated, and yet so terribly hard to implement.  I've found numerous times throughout life that if I can just get started on something I've been putting off, it actually doesn't take long at all -- whether cleaning my house, writing a lesson plan or just reconnecting with a friend I haven't seen in a long time.  In fact, it seems to apply that the more I'm dreading it, the less of a big deal it turns out to be; and even if it is a difficult thing, like a confrontation or asking forgiveness, it feels SO much better just to have it over with, all out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4474821079626494473?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4474821079626494473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4474821079626494473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4474821079626494473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4474821079626494473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/12-do-most-difficult-and-painful-things.html' title='12.   Do the most difficult and painful things first.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6878244206598182388</id><published>2008-03-20T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:00:42.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Do your work, then forget it.</title><content type='html'>Hello, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running short of ideas for these . . . and would like to save some of my thought energies for my actual post next week!  So I will leave this open for discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the simple, clear wisdom of this thought.  For me, it's a reminder that no matter how much I love or loathe my job on any given day, it's only a job -- the important thing is my attitude while doing it, that I do it "as unto the Lord" and for the furtherance of my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it bring to mind for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6878244206598182388?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6878244206598182388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6878244206598182388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6878244206598182388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6878244206598182388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/11-do-your-work-then-forget-it.html' title='11. Do your work, then forget it.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2645650678128464336</id><published>2008-03-19T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:54:24.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Be faithful in little things.</title><content type='html'>A meditation from Doanh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus admonishes us to be faithful in the little things.  In the book of Luke, he says, "He who is faithful in what is least is faithful also in much; and he who is unjust in what is least is unjust also in much." (Luke 16:10)  Here, He is specifically talking about money as he goes on to say, "Therefore if you have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches?  And if you have not been faithful in what is another man's, who will give you what is your own? (Luke 16:11-12).  Allow me to borrow the caption from the Orthodox Study Bible about this verse:  The test as to whether God will bestow heavenly blessings (true riches) on a person is directly related to how that person spends his money.  The money we consider our own is actually another man's, that is, belonging to God, or at least to the poor.  The Fathers universally see a person's failure to give money to God's work as stealing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, money and everything we have (even our own selves) belong to God.  Do not allow anything to master over you.  Keep Christ the Master of your life and everything you do with what you have, your money, and yourself will fall under His good and perfect will for you.  When God sees that you have been faithful over little, He will give you the "more" which is the true riches of heavenly blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2645650678128464336?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2645650678128464336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2645650678128464336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2645650678128464336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2645650678128464336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-be-faithful-in-little-things.html' title='10. Be faithful in little things.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-6690906066519259166</id><published>2008-03-18T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:19:15.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Be honest, first of all with yourself.</title><content type='html'>This morning's meditation is from Laura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boy, now that's a doozie.  Being honest with myself usually results in being overly critical or not critical enough, both of which are very prideful (and not very honest).  I'm sure that I have yet to learn just how to truly be honest with myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday evening, I had the honor of chanting the last installment of the Great Canon of St. Andrew for the first week of Lent.  Early on in the service, I found myself leaning against the wall behind the chanter's stand, thinking to myself, "I feel sick."  I ran through multiple explanations, trying to discern why I might suddenly feel so nasty.  Perhaps it was the kids who sneezed on me at work.  Could it be the combination of a spring-forward time change (always a hard one for me) and the first week of Lent and the denial it ensued?  Was I tired from the seemingly-endless services that took place that first week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, the hard irony kicked me in the gut.  Girl, you're standing here chanting the Great Canon and feeling sick.  Could this have anything to do with sin?  Well, duh!  I really don't know how to confront the bad stuff that I produce or its consequences for myself and the rest of the world.  And even when I do attempt to confront my own sin, I want to try and explain it and/or turn it around so that it's really good stuff or at least not that bad.  This is a pretty nasty trick and a hard habit to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know that this is all a lie and a byproduct of my own weakness and lack of self discipline.  Being honest with myself is hard.  It takes energy, time (I often complain about having too little time, but how much do I waste?) and probably most importantly, prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sisters (and any brothers who may be lurking here) I do ask that you pray with me as I learn to look at myself and all my actions, sinful or not, and see them for what they really are.  Lent certainly seems a good time to take on this endeavor.  I will pray for all of you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-6690906066519259166?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/6690906066519259166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=6690906066519259166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6690906066519259166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/6690906066519259166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/9-be-honest-first-of-all-with-yourself.html' title='9. Be honest, first of all with yourself.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7832883665367132786</id><published>2008-03-17T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:07:22.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Live a day, even a part of a day, at a time.</title><content type='html'>Good evening!  Apologies for posting so late . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are again author-less today, so I thought I would post a wonderful excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.yuni.com/library/docs/200.html"&gt;one of Tolstoy's short stories&lt;/a&gt;, which I've always loved, but is especially meaningful ever since Bishop Kallistos Ware referred to it in a homily he gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Remember that there is only one important time and that is Now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person with whom you are, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future. The most important pursuit is making that person, the one standing at you side, happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said so often that it sounds meaningless, but try to see it in a new light: every day is a gift, and even every part of every day, as this Maxim reminds us.  Or, as Christ said: "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will take care of itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the church commemorates St. Patrick, whose wonderful &lt;a href="breastplate"&gt;Breastplate Prayer&lt;/a&gt; speaks also of the importance of re-dedicating yourself to Christ with each new breath.  A blessed feast to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7832883665367132786?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7832883665367132786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7832883665367132786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7832883665367132786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7832883665367132786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-live-day-even-part-of-day-at-time.html' title='8. Live a day, even a part of a day, at a time.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-1342918713687071651</id><published>2008-03-16T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:03:22.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Be an ordinary person, one of the human race.</title><content type='html'>A Blessed Sunday of Orthodoxy to you all!  I just had to share this note from the Emily files before moving on to the Maxim for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite attending about a dozen Sunday of Orthodoxy services in my lifetime, I didn't understand the connection between "Orthodoxy Sunday" and the resolution of the iconoclastic controversy until hearing the Synaxarion reading this morning.  "Orthodox" doesn't just refer to our denomination; it means "straight doctrine," or "correct teaching."  So we are celebrating the triumph of correct teaching over heresy.  Wow!  I was even more teary-eyed than usual as we read: "This is the faith of the fathers; this is the faith of the Orthodox; this is the faith that established the universe."  Something about all of those voices shouting those words in unison is so moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fr. Tom's podcast on his Maxims, he says that to refuse to be ordinary is to be prideful: "Don't ever say, 'I thank you, God, that I am not like other people!' Try to be as much like others as you can.  Be ordinary."  He also he quotes Chekhov, who wrote, "Everything outside the ordinary is from the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially hard living in a country and an age that values uniqueness and individuality above all else.  To be "ordinary" here and now is to be completely useless.  I remember the first time I watched "American Beauty," a heartbreakingly true portrait of life in our fallen world: one of the main characters, a beautiful but horribly insecure teenager, is reduced to tears when another character calls her "ordinary." Later, she is vindicated when another character reassures her, "You couldn't be ordinary if you tried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we so afraid of being ordinary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-1342918713687071651?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/1342918713687071651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=1342918713687071651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1342918713687071651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/1342918713687071651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-be-ordinary-person-one-of-human-race.html' title='7. Be an ordinary person, one of the human race.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-7716877604782867349</id><published>2008-03-15T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:04:34.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Cultivate communion with the saints.</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  I have to share this quote with you before I turn the space over to Ina.  It's from &lt;a href="http://audio.ancientfaith.com/hopko/stt008titheofyear_pc.mp3"&gt;this podcast of Ancient Faith Radio&lt;/a&gt;, where Fr. Thomas speaks about his Maxims.  (He lists 55, and a few are slightly altered, so perhaps we're using an earlier version.)  At the beginning, he says this about Great Lent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lenten season is that time of the year when Christian believers try to be what they ought always to be, and to do what they ought always to do, but don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food for thought!  And here is Shamassey Ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘communion with the saints’ part of this maxim has come easier for me than the ‘cultivation’ part.  Or at least communion has usually come first.  Because of the great patience and mercy of God, He has taken the first steps in introducing me to saints by some unique situation every time.  In the beginning of my Orthodox journey I felt sure that God knew that it would be unlikely that I would pursue the tradition of saints or even know what to ‘do’ with saints, unless He intervened.  The whole concept was so foreign to me that I would never get it, if He did not walk me through the whole thing without my even knowing it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, as I look back now, I am reminded that ‘saints’, in a way, were the tool God used to finally push me over the edge into Holy Orthodoxy.  When Fr. Timothy stood in my kitchen and said that the ‘great cloud of witnesses’ were worshiping God in the heavens all the time and that we just stepped into that worship for a few minutes on Sunday morning at the Divine Liturgy, a light bulb went on in my heart.  This image stunned me and seemed so correct and so amazing that I suddenly knew that all the liturgical trappings about which I was so suspicious didn’t matter…they were my own issue.  If I wanted to get in on the heavenly worship with those that had finished the race I would just have to stop setting up my own standards for how things ‘ought’ to be and take God at face value where ever that would lead and whatever that would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ‘communion’ with a saint was not even the patron saint that Fr. Timothy gave me.  I didn’t really ‘meet’ them until recently.   Some of you were present when I ‘met’ my first saint--St. Nina.  I had been Orthodox about four years and knew absolutely nothing about her or ‘saints’,  so she apparently knew it would take something unmistakable to get my attention.  I was so confused by the loud rushing sound, the tears pouring from my eyes, and seeing that no one else seemed to be hearing it, that I just kept looking down so no one would notice.  I might not have even mentioned it but Fr. Gregory was sitting right across from me during the reading of St. Nina’s story and he ‘noticed’ me and asked what happened.  I described the sound but said I couldn’t really hear any of the story.  Not until Fr. Gregory said that he felt that St. Nina had ‘chosen us’ in our search for a patron for our Sisterhood, did I really contemplate what had happened.  When I went home and read her story I was even more stunned and felt my first connection to someone outside of our time.   Since then I have felt tied to St. Nina and see her sending various people and blessings to us and often wondering why she chose us and why we are such wimpy followers of her and her leading.  It seems like it’s not every day that a lady from the 4th century comes to Linthicum, Maryland.  How can we take it lightly? How can we be worthy?…. Holy Saint Nina pray for us!   I guess this part of  ‘cultivation’ just comes naturally once we meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next saint I met was St. Paisius Velichovsky.  Again, I had never heard of him but stood in his cell in Niamts Monastery in Romania and wondered why I was crying.  In fact, I had visited that monastery a couple of years before and disliked it.   (Increasingly, I am learning to distrust all my own opinions.) About 10 days later in a bookstore in a monastery in England I ‘happened’ to find the story of his life on a sale table.  Reading that, quickly led to my discovering the connection of the long string of Paisius(es) that God had put into my path so I could meet this compiler of the Philokilia.  When I got home I rushed to find the book given to me at my first monastery, by the first monk I had ever met.  I recalled that at the time he had a name that I had never heard before-- Paisius!!   And then inside that book I discovered that it was also signed by the author and that monk’s spiritual father, Elder Paisius of the Holy Mountain!  I had been so fascinated by him when I read of him in the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mountain of Silence&lt;/span&gt; but I never realized that God had already tried to ‘introduce him’ to me. Thus the slow witted Ina finally got the connection God had been trying to give me with these holy Paisius(es). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so patient.  He has led me in similarly blind ways to Seraphim, Inna, Pinna &amp; Rimma, etc.   I find that in prayer I refer to them with their first names or earthly titles…like ‘Fr. Seraphim’ when I am asking for their intercessions for my various friends and family.  This is probably wrong and presumptuous, but just what happens when I am talking to them.  Thus, my ‘cultivation’ of these new friendships has come sort of naturally after God has created unusual ‘meetings’ of these Holy Men and Women.  I naturally want to read about them and even read their own writing if available.   I feel so close to them when I pray with them each day and when I ask their intercessions for my various friends and family in trials.  When Margo first told me that my first monk, Paisius, was now on Mt. Athos, I felt a tinge of sorrow because I would likely never meet him again. Then, just as suddenly, God gave me a surge of peace and joy reminding me that actually I am very close to that monk because I am tied to him every day in prayer!   Wow!  Cultivation of friendships outside the bounds of time &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; space!!!  Only God can do this.  And saints have so much time on their hands to pray for us. Plus, in their time on earth they proved that they really know how to commune with God.  Such Friends!  Alleluia!  God IS with us and all His Saints!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-7716877604782867349?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/7716877604782867349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=7716877604782867349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7716877604782867349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/7716877604782867349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-cultivate-communion-with-saints.html' title='6. Cultivate communion with the saints.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-2716194537306779043</id><published>2008-03-14T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:27:51.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Practice silence, inner and outer.</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  Here are Elaine's thoughts on silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a topic for me -- me, the great talker -- assigned to speak about Practicing Silence!  Guess God uses all sorts of means to teach us what we need to learn!  Even having us be a teacher on the subject?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a practice that I have known about and practiced and fallen away from lately -- even though I am single and my son is now gone. Even though I have lots of time to be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent contemplation is easiest for me just before going to sleep -- But I suspect as Kh. Frederica mentioned, the middle of the night might be an excellent time since all is quiet around you --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contemplate, I find a comfortable spot and close my eyes and say the Jesus Prayer repeatedly.  This quiets my mind.  When my mind wanders, as it always does, I bring it back by repeating the Jesus prayer.  I have had some truly, spiritually, awesome experiences when I am able to allow myself to "rest in God's lap" without asking for anything or having any angst -- just being with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most amazing experiences was my trip to Saint Tikhon's monastery for a weekend retreat with the Orthodox Peace Fellowship.  Having never been to a monastery before, I had no idea what to expect. I was very surprised at how many hours I had to spend in church services!  (Bad thoughts!)  So, I prayed for everyone I could think of, I looked at my watch!  I prayed again!  I looked at my watch, again.  I counted the number of people in church!  I prayed for everyone I knew and every thing I wanted again  -- over and over again for hours! Then, as the secular world slipped farther and farther away,  I realized that I was either going to have to leave (with the weekend only half over) or get into the swing by recognizing that looking at my watch served no purpose.  I was not in control and I needed to let go and let someone else be in charge!  I had to do the program!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running out of prayers, I suddenly came to a place deep inside of me where I met God -- an overwhelming peace settled in.  I went to a place that was joyful, peaceful and one that I didn't want to leave!  I wanted to stay in the church longer!  I believe I have glimpsed why the monastics choose that way of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since experienced wonderful times of peace that I actually refer to as "just being with God"  Just "sitting in his lap" as his child!  A very comforting place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to believe that one of Satan's tricks is to inundate us with noise -- To keep us distracted with televisions, radios, cell phones and even computers.  This noise keeps us from hearing the small voice within.  It prevents us from going "to be with God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that we have (for lack of a better term) a trap door deep inside of each of us through which we enter to meet God and to experience the reality of the Universe -- We are conned into believing that God is outside of each of us --  But the scriptures tell us we must go inward to meet him.  Since we look out into the world through our eyes, we think we find God outside of us.  But I don't believe this is true. I believe we find him deep inside of us.  I believe that only through quiet contemplation -- by stilling our mouths and our minds -- can we truly meet God. We have to go through our little trap door to get outside of ourselves and into the reality of the God and the universe --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard, but it takes discipline to set aside the time and to continue our contemplation when our thoughts go in myriad directions --  I find myself feeling more alone in the noise than in silent contemplation -- I still talk a lot and always find temptations that draw me away, keep me from the glorious silent contemplation -- my contemplation where I am never alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-2716194537306779043?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/2716194537306779043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=2716194537306779043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2716194537306779043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/2716194537306779043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-practice-silence-inner-and-outer.html' title='5. Practice silence, inner and outer.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4650546149662992276</id><published>2008-03-13T16:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:34:23.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Read good books, a little at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; see below for Carla's thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's poster is on the West Coast, a few hours behind us, so I'll open this thread up for discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see two very important things here: first, the charge is to read "good" books.  What do you consider a good book?  I think we would all agree that some of the best literature is not overtly Christian, so what's the criteria for you to pick up a book and read?  For me, it's not especially well-defined, but I would say that I generally wait until several people I know and trust have recommended it.  I have read (and watched) plenty of things that I wish I hadn't.  I try to be more cautious now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is the exhortation to read "a little at a time."  I am really bad at this.  I have been known to stay up all night or neglect any number of responsibilities because I am trying to finish a book -- and I think that no matter how "good" it is, it shouldn't come at the expense of our responsibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some thoughts from our sister Carla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read my maxim I had to laugh because I feel like that is what I do...with any reading.  For reading happens when I go to bed and it usually is a little at a time, a few sentences...maybe a page or two and then I’m asleep!   So I thought to myself – wow...I’m already following my maxim!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I thought of this a little more I realize that I don’t usually understand and take everything in on the first read.  For me, it takes some soaking in, like a good long bath.  And perhaps that is what slow reading is for me – the washing over my mind and thoughts, again and again, as it wipes away the dust of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul, too, needs the same care with reading...to say the words out loud, slowly...and then to stop and let the soaking begin.  I’m wanting to do this and to do it more often.  So, I’m going to make a small change in my daily routine during this Lent.  To stop one hour earlier one evening and do some slow reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4650546149662992276?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4650546149662992276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4650546149662992276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4650546149662992276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4650546149662992276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/4-read-good-books-little-at-time.html' title='4. Read good books, a little at a time.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-8285336693627417474</id><published>2008-03-12T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:54:33.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Read the Scriptures regularly.</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our poster for today just got back from a long trip and we haven't connected yet -- so I thought I'd just get the discussion going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you read the Scriptures?  Do you have a "system," or do you just crack it open?  (I'll let someone else tell the old joke . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any Mac people, there's a great Dashboard Widget &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/dashboard/reference/orthodoxdailyreading.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that will bring up the saints and readings of the day for you.  I use that sometimes, but I have to admit, I'm not very good about remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-8285336693627417474?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/8285336693627417474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=8285336693627417474' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8285336693627417474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/8285336693627417474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-read-scriptures-regularly.html' title='3. Read the Scriptures regularly.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-4145886619574275629</id><published>2008-03-11T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:33:41.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Pray, fast, and do acts of mercy.</title><content type='html'>From Khouria Frederica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the "big three" in the Sermon on the Mount; Jesus says, "when you pray...", "when you fast...", "when you give alms...", and so clearly expects that we will do these things. I am so grateful to be at home in Orthodoxy, where I don't have to figure out for myself what these instructions mean and to what extent they're to be done. I just join in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must pray, and not just when you are in church. The Didache (a Christian text written about the same time as the Gospels) says that you should say the Our Father three times a day. Do that, at least. I found that my spiritual life really took off when I began to observe several brief prayer times in the day, rather than just one "devotional time" alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometime long ago I heard it suggested that a good time to have that devotional time is in the middle of the night, when there are no distractions and you don't feel rushed. I have been getting up to pray since I was pregnant with Megan, over 31 years. It is wonderful. (I go back to bed again afterwards! When I was interviewed for a Christianity Today video and mentioned this, they had the idea that I got up at 3:00 am to pray and just *stayed up*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprinkle the other elements of my prayer regimen around the day. At the midnight rising I say the midnight / morning prayers, the Nicene Creed, Psalm 50, and 100 Jesus Prayers. In the morning, I pray in our icon corner, and do my intercessory lists and read the synaxarion. At sunset 3 days a week I'm at vespers, and the other days I am trying to form the habit of Trisagion prayers and the church prayer list. At bedtime, I say the evening prayers and try to go to sleep while praying in depth for someone; I have a 300-knot prayer rope, and do 100 each for 3 different people, if I last that long without falling asleep. My spiritual father, Fr George Calciu, had told me to spend a half hour daily "thinking good things about someone" and I have never found a way to implement that; this is the latest attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acts of mercy" includes the tithe (10% of gross income to the church), almsgiving (some other amount to charities and the poor), and in general showing kindness. Charity is the Latin word caritas, love; in Greek it's agape. Love is the test of whether your other spiritual disciplines are working. If your prayer, fasting, and acts of mercy are being done "right", you will find that you feel more love toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fasting" is the one I feel like I still don't get. I can do it--as long as I know what the "rules" are, I can meet them. I don't cheat on the fast (but with my hypoglycemia the dietician said I should take some milk and yogurt daily, and I don't fast strictly when I travel).  But I sure don't feel like I get any benefit from fasting. It's like any other chore--you do it, and then it's over. I have the impression that most other people get something from it--a sense of self-mastery or victory perhaps. For me, its just trudging along. So I sure can't teach anyone else about fasting, because I don't really understand it myself. But I trust the Church, which is wiser than I am, so I do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-4145886619574275629?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/4145886619574275629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=4145886619574275629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4145886619574275629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/4145886619574275629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-pray-fast-and-do-acts-of-mercy.html' title='2. Pray, fast, and do acts of mercy.'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7908871735324286268.post-685411138803649241</id><published>2008-03-10T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:05:30.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Be always with Christ and trust God in everything.</title><content type='html'>A blessed Clean Monday to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, the first day of Lent is called Clean Monday, both because it's the day we clean out our kitchens to get rid of non-Lenten food, and because it follows the wonderfully cleansing Rite of Forgiveness on Sunday night.  In Greece, they fly kites on Clean Monday, which I think is a perfect and fitting tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's thoughts are from Zenaida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually use this Maxim daily – in addition to number 30 – because they are the two I need the most. After reading them, I go on to add a third one in numerical order. I will comment on the second part: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;trust God in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life I have struggled &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; trusting God. It became easier when I turned 50 a decade ago. Until then, when I was anxious, I would say a huge prayer to the Trinity and visually place my anxiety in the Hands of God. Then I would visualize a big neon sign &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the word “TRUST,” and finally I would let go. Whenever the anxiety returned to my thoughts, I would see in my mind that word “TRUST!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look back over our lives, we can see how God has &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; provided for us. Nonetheless, we continue to wonder &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; each new challenge, “Lord, will you help me *this* time?” Of course, He &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; does! And, so our trust in Him builds. However, even though I have grown tremendously in this area, I still pray this Maxim &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; intensity each morning and try to remember it whenever I need it throughout each day: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;trust GOD in EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to place ourselves (including all our cares for others) entirely in the Hands of God is so freeing!!! It allows us to devote all our energy to living our lives to the praise of His Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-685411138803649241?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/685411138803649241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=685411138803649241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/685411138803649241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/685411138803649241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-be-always-with-christ-and-trust-god.html' title='1. 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It is my hope that it will strengthen all of us in the days ahead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you haven't already done so, please let me know that you'd like to participate, and I'll give you a date and a number.  We all look forward to hearing your thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7908871735324286268-3369543612785497830?l=fortymaxims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/feeds/3369543612785497830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7908871735324286268&amp;postID=3369543612785497830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3369543612785497830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7908871735324286268/posts/default/3369543612785497830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fortymaxims.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_njGmj1jjNvM/SA5QJ_QN-mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdTeqxX2LF8/S220/Lowe+Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
