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Abbess Moisseia on the Holy Land

 

Highslide JSAbbess Moisseia’s reminiscences were recorded in the Holy Land, at Holy Ascension Convent on the Mt of Olives, which she has headed for 15 years. Matushka shares her memories of people who led lofty spiritual lives, and how the Lord brought her to the Holy Land.

Vladyka John of Shanghai

Highslide JSMy childhood was spent in Brussels, Belgium. For ten of those years, Vladyka John of Shanghai was there. When he arrived in Brussels, we were still children, 10-12 years old. Of course to us children he appeared to be a strange bishop. He looked odd: his mouth was a little crooked from weakness; his belly stuck out down here: he suffered from gastroptosis, because he never lay down in bed, he would only rest a few hours a day in an armchair. Yes, he was odd, but we felt a great spirituality in him.

He lived at St Job the Much-Suffering Memorial Church. Fr Modest [1] served there, he was a strict monk, and another priest, Fr Chedomir Ostoich. Fr Chedomir was a Serb by birth; he was forced to flee Serbia, where his family lived: a wife and two daughters. I was about the age of his younger daughter, and he would often stare at me: “Batushka, why are you looking at me like that?” He would reply “Yes, let me look at you—I have a little girl just like you.” He loved children, and we also loved Fr Chedomir a great deal. We liked Vladyka John, too; although he did seem very strict to us. But we understood how much love this person had.

Highslide JSWhen we would visit Fr Chedomir, he would say: “Call Vladyka to come over for lunch.” We would come up to his door “By the prayers of our Holy Lord Jesus Christ, our God, bless us!” No response, only silence. Again: “By the prayers of our Holy Lord Jesus Christ, our God, bless us!” Again, silence. We say the prayer a third time. Then he responds: “Amen.” Later at Fr Chedomir’s, he would say that he didn’t respond because he loved to hear the voices of children praying.

He loved it when children participated in divine services: boys would serve as acolytes, and girls sang and chanted. We were too little to read the Six Psalms yet, and so we read it in turn, dividing it into two parts: one would read it until “Glory to the Father and Son…” and the next would finish “Now and ever…” and would continue the psalms. I remember how Vladyka John would turn around and smile when he saw us children reading. He loved to hear that.

Once when I was about 11-12 years old, I came to visit Fr Chedomir, and Vladyka John saw me and said: “Galya, let’s go read the Ninth Hour prayers now. It is just about time.” I thought “Why the ninth hour? That is only read during Great Lent… I know the Third and Sixth, but the Ninth only a little…” So we went. He took me to the choir loft upstairs. It was just the two of us. I began to read. The beginning was easy: “O come let us worship…” then psalms that I had never seen before. I began to stumble over the words, and he kept correcting and correcting me. What patience he had! It probably took me a half hour to read what should have taken ten minutes. I remember how embarrassed I was that I stumbled and read so badly. But after I finished, Vladyka patted me on the head and said “You must study, you must learn… more and more…” I kept thinking “But what for?” Many years later I remember that Ninth Hour reading, when I entered the convent.  Then I understood: “That’s what the Ninth Hour was for!” It seemed to me then to be almost a blessing from him to go to the convent. Vladyka John probably foresaw that I would need to know the ninth hour.

There were many instances when people would be healed by the prayers of Vladyka John. Here is one of them: Verochka, who sang at our Memorial Church at the time, contracted meningitis. This was when Vladyka John was already transferred to America, after 1962. They sent him a telegram that this girl had meningitis, and the outlook was grave: she faced either death or mental disability. Vladyka responded by telegram that everything would be fine. She soon recovered completely!

But not everyone loved Vladyka John, not everyone respected him. Ladies in big hats, for example. He was disheveled, barefoot, he didn’t tend to his hygiene, he completely ignored his appearance. But spiritual people understood how powerful his prayers were. They respected and loved him a great deal. One Catholic priest even said once to his parishioners: “Thank the heavens and the saints that one of them walks among us.”

“The Lampadka Lit Up By Itself!”

I ended up in the Holy Land almost by accident. But of course nothing happens by accident in this world. In 1974, I wished to travel to Russia, but I was refused a visa. Our batushka, Fr Dimitry Khvostoff, was in the process of organizing a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, and his daughter invited me to go, to be Fr Dimitry’s helper. I agreed. I did not think that I would once again come to the Holy Land and stay for good, that the Holy Land was to be my home. Everything here was so sacred, so remote, so lofty!

Highslide JSI fell in love with the Holy Land from the very first day.

We arrived at night, and the next morning went to Gethsemane, to the Church of St Mary Magdalene. I didn’t realize what day it was—it turned out to be the eve of the Transfiguration of the Lord, the feast day of St Nonna. Later, when I was tonsured to the rassaphore, I was given the name Nonna, and I remembered that day: it was a form of prophecy for me.

During that first visit to the convent, we attended Liturgy and vigil, and then traveled to Mt Tabor. Tabor, Galilee, they fell into my soul, making such a great impression on me!

Highslide JSWe were all welcomed so warmly. There were very few pilgrims in those days. When we would approach on Orthodox holy site, we would be greeted with the ringing of church bells, and bells would bid us their farewell, too… 

I returned to the Holy Land the following year, on Pascha. Matushka Barbara (Tsvetkova) was in the hospital at the time… She was already old. She was such a fascinating person! She had known Fr John of Kronstadt as a girl, she would sit on his lap when he would visit their home; she knew [Grand Duchess] Elizaveta Feodorovna and the Royal Family… Her spiritual father was Elder Aristocles who was recently canonized [2], and he foretold—when she was only 17—that she would be the abbess of such a convent! Her other spiritual guides were Vladyka Arseny (Zhadanovsky), and Vladyka Seraphim (Zvezdinsky). She would talk about them a lot.

So, Mother Barbara was sick then, and her elder cell-attendant was with her. Twenty days earlier, the correspondence secretary had died. Everything was left to the second cell-attendant of the abbess, and now she had to draft letters, too. So she asked me: “Can you write letters in Russian?” “Yes, I can,” I replied. “Help me then,” she asked. And so we began writing letters. When saw that I could write 40 letters to people in one day, she said “Why are you wasting life in the world? What do you do out there?” “Well,” I said, “I work, I go to church…” Again she asked me “Why are you wasting time there? You are one of us! Come here to live…” And it hit me, “Indeed, what am I doing in the world? I work only so that I can eat and sleep?” On the third day I decided “Why not, after all? I will join the convent. I like it here—I like everything here.” I went to visit Mother Barbara in the hospital, and she rejoiced, saying “Finally a young Russian girl!” It was mostly Arabs who entered the convent at the time, no one from the Russian emigration would come anymore…

Mother Barbara gave me her blessing, but I wanted another sign that the monastery was for me. I had not ever thought about joining a convent until then, though I was close to the Church since childhood. I read and sang on the kliros since the age of nine. Vladyka Anthony of Geneva once told me: “You are a nun, in fact, you will be an abbess…” and we would laugh when he said that. It didn’t sink in to my head or my heart at the time.

And so I decided to go see the Holy Fire. I thought: “I will pray at the Sepulcher of the Lord and wait for a sign from God.” So I went. I didn’t know where to look. I concentrated on the Aedicule. Then all around me, everyone is still, silent, and the Patriarch entered it, and suddenly I see: right before my eyes the flame ignites in the Aedicule! I cried: “Look, look: the lampadka lit up by itself!” Then I thought “This is it! I was given a sign from God! I have His blessing. I will join the convent!”

I joined the convent on December 29, 1975. I vowed right then and there: never leave the convent, only if some heresy or something terrible happens. And that helped me a great deal in my life, because that is the first thing that comes to mind when there is some temptation: “I will leave!” But every time, I remembered this vow, and it helped.

Father Nektary

Highslide JSFr Nektary (Chernobyl), our spiritual father, had the gift of prayer.

He himself had been a spiritual son of Schema-Hegumen Varsonofy of Kharkov [3]. He was imprisoned because he refused to recognize Metropolitan Sergius (Stragorodsky). He was punished by being forced to stand for ten days in a row. Twice he was even led out to be shot, and each time the Lord had mercy on him. He was forced to work on building the Belomorkanal (White Sea Canal); he served three sentences in the concentration camps. During the war, he made his way to Germany, then to Switzerland, where he joined the Church Abroad. He was sent to America, to the monastery in Jordanville. Since here in the Holy Land there was a need for priests and father confessors, he was then sent here. He was a righteous monk, exemplary, and he maintained a quiet life.

Fr Nektary prayed without ceasing. He never missed a single divine service. And he was constantly at work. He was long past 70 by this time. He maintained a vegetable garden in the Mt of Olives convent. He made wooden crosses in the workshop. He would always rise after the midnight office service, read his prayer rule, prepared for Liturgy, went to church (he served at the Church of St Mary Magdalene, where he also had a cell there, as well as here on the Mt of Olives; he would spend the night there, and rest here during the day, then, when he became much older, he stayed at the Mt of Olives). When I lived in St Mary Magdalene Convent, my room was right across from his cell, and I would see light in his rHighslide JSoom at night. After church Fr Nektary would eat just a little bit and went on foot to the Mt of Olives. And as soon as he would return he would immediately begin work in the garden or the workshop. He would fix everything in the convent; his hands were like gold—he was a watchmaker by profession. And so he worked until evening. And when he heard the bells of St Mary Magdalene, which by the way you can hear on the Mt of Olives, he quickly washed his face and ran off on foot to Gethsemane, reading the Ninth Hour by heart, and came just in time to begin vespers. That was his daily schedule.

Highslide JSNothing ever hindered him from prayer. Now a great many pilgrims come to the Holy Land, there is jostling and shouting at the Sepulcher of the Lord. I have heard from many people that this keeps them from concentrating on prayer. We are weak, but nothing bothered Fr Nektary. We have an entirely different attitude towards the sacred. We must learn to concentrate on our prayers. If we could learn this, we could rise above all the fuss and bother surrounding us.

Abbess Moisseia (Bubnova)
Recorded by Anton Pospelov
January 28, 2013

[1] Archimandrite Modest (born Mina Evfimovich Shut, +1984), was tonsured at New Athos Simon the Canaanite Monastery, serving in China and former helper of St John of Shanghai.

[2] St Aristocles (born Alexei Alexeevich Amvrosiev, 1846-1918), Miracle-worker of Moscow and Mt Athos. For a Russian-language hagiography, see http://www.patriarchia.ru/db/text/139378.html/. His memory is celebrated on August 24 and the feast of All Muscovite Saints.

[3] For more Russian-language material on St Varsonovy (Yurchenko), visit: http://archiv.orthodox.org.ua/page-666.html.