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A grandfather's nightly sign of the cross: a Cretan village childhood and a return to Orthodoxy

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The speaker marks three weeks of the account, which has grown to more than 30,000 people, and shares his life story. He grew up in a small village in the mountains of Crete, where his grandfather brought him close to God. Every night his grandfather made the sign of the cross over him and his sister and prayed the Our Father, and they would not sleep until he came.

On Sundays the family went to church, where the children helped in the liturgy, wore little church robes, and entered the altar where the priest prepares Holy Communion. He believed without doubt then, and though he left home at 16 and lost some of his faith for years, he never forgot those nights or the church, which is part of why he returned to Orthodoxy and named his son Manuel after his grandfather. He asks viewers who first taught them to pray.

Key moments

  1. The speaker notes the account reached more than 30,000 people in three weeks and begins sharing his life story.
  2. He grew up in a small village in the mountains of Crete, and his grandfather brought him close to God.
  3. Every night his grandfather made the sign of the cross over him and his sister and prayed the Our Father; they would not go to bed until he came and they called him to come and cross them.
  4. On Sundays the children of the village met at church, helped in the liturgy, wore little church robes, and went inside the altar where the priest prepares Holy Communion.
  5. As a child he believed without doubt; when told paradise exists, it was as real to him as life in the village.
  6. He left home at 16 and lost a little of his faith for many years, but never forgot the nights with his grandfather or helping in church.
  7. That memory is a big part of why he returned to Orthodoxy and why he named his son Manuel after his grandfather.
  8. He asks viewers: do you remember the first person who taught you to pray?

The speaker marks three weeks of the account, which has grown to more than 30,000 people, and begins telling his life story. He grew up in a small village in the mountains of Crete, and his grandfather was the one who brought him close to God. Every night his grandfather made the sign of the cross over him and his sister and prayed the Our Father.

The children would not go to bed until he came, and they called him to come and cross them. On Sundays the children of the village met at church, helped in the liturgy, wore little church robes, and entered the altar where the priest prepares Holy Communion. As a child he believed without doubt; when he was told that paradise exists, it was as real to him as life in the village.

He left home at 16 and lost a little of his faith for many years, but he never forgot those nights with his grandfather or the time spent helping in church. He says that memory is a big part of why he returned to Orthodoxy, and he named his son Manuel after his grandfather. He closes by asking viewers whether they remember the first person who taught them to pray.

Main points

  • The account reached more than 30,000 people in three weeks, and the speaker begins his life story.
  • He grew up in a small village in the mountains of Crete; his grandfather brought him close to God.
  • Every night his grandfather made the sign of the cross over him and his sister and prayed the Our Father; the children waited for him before sleeping.
  • On Sundays the children helped in the liturgy, wore little church robes, and entered the altar where the priest prepares Holy Communion.
  • He left home at 16 and lost some faith for years, but returned to Orthodoxy and named his son Manuel after his grandfather.
5 opinions in the discussion 5 participants The opinion with the most support Yes. For me it was my uncle. As a kid I honestly hated the liturgy because it was so long and I barely understood anything (the language is Ge'ez), but afterwards he would always take me to a pastry shop nearby and let me eat whatever I wanted. I can't say… Read the discussion
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  • opinion#971

    Yes. For me it was my uncle. As a kid I honestly hated the liturgy because it was so long and I barely understood anything (the language is Ge'ez), but afterwards he would always take me to a pastry shop nearby and let me eat whatever I wanted. I can't say whether I went to church for the liturgy or for the cake back then 😅 but looking now at how deeply the liturgy and the mass are rooted in me, I'm really grateful to him. That's how I got close to the church and the services without even realizing it.

  • opinion#973

    First my parents taught me to pray as a child. When I got older I admired my aunt's prayerful life (she was Catholic), and when I became Orthodox, my grandmother on my father's side always asked me to bring her a willow branch for Palm Sunday. Because she was Catholic and divorced she wasn't allowed, she was excommunicated from the Catholic church. So yes, a lot of life happened, and I always found my way back. Thank God!

  • opinion#974

    Nobody really taught me to pray until my husband and I came to Orthodoxy. The journey is always hard, you know, the daily struggles, but in the end it will be worth it because the kingdom of God is waiting for you ☦️🙏🏻

  • opinion#975

    My father, a Serbian Orthodox priest, taught me my first prayer as a small child and we prayed it together. I prayed this prayer with my own children too: Lego spati Boga zvati i andjele prizivati. Bog se desi na nebesi, nebesa se otvorise, andjeli se poklonise, i Hrista Boga zamolise. Kad ja legnem da spim, nikakvo zlo ne snim. 🙏🏻

  • opinion#972

    My faith in Christ didn't start because someone told me I had to believe. It started when I was a little girl, in one of the hardest and most painful times of my life. My childhood was not easy. There was so much noise around me, fear and confusion and things no child should ever have to understand or carry. I remember lying in bed at night praying for it all to stop. And in that darkness I experienced something that has stayed with me my whole life. I remember Christ coming to me and whispering: "Make Me the center of your whole life. I will protect you. I will make it stop." As a child I held onto those words with everything I had. Night after night I prayed. I trusted Him even when I didn't understand what was happening around me. And eventually the noise did stop. That experience became one of the foundations of my faith. From a very young age I knew Christ was not distant from me. He was my refuge, my protector, the One I could run to when everything felt uncertain.