"Elizaveta Iurievna Kuzmina-Karavaeva Skobtsova, later known as Mother Maria, was a Russian Orthodox religious thinker, poet and artist. Her multi-faceted legacy includes articles, poems, art, and drama. In the 1910s she was part of the literary milieu of St. Petersburg and was a member of the Socialist Revolutionary Party. She fled Russia soon after the Bolsheviks' takeover and lived in Paris, where she became a nun. In 1935, she participated in organizing the so-called Orthodox Action, which was designed to help Russian immigrants in France. She and her fellow-workers from Orthodox Action opened a house for homeless and sick immigrants in Paris. During the Nazi occupation of the city, the house was transformed into a refuge for Jews and displaced persons. Mother Maria and her son were arrested by the Gestapo in 1943 and died in the Ravensbruck camp in Germany. Mother Maria's selfless devotion to people and her death as a martyr will never be forgotten. In 2004, the Holy Synod confirmed the glorification of Mother Maria." - from Columbia University Libraries Special Collection link

Mother Maria - an inspiration to GIVE

I remember stumbling on Mother Maria of Paris back in 1986.  I saw a copy of Pearl of Great Price in the seminary bookstore and picked it up.  I was not prepared for the intensity of her life.

She balanced a spiritual life with a life of art and a life of social action.  This appealed to me as it held all of the components that I valued in my own life.  I loved to write.  I was devout in my spiritual struggle as a sinner, and I felt called to collecting truck loads of food for inner city homeless folks in Philadelphia.

I started a little venture then known as Orthodox Action in memory and honor of Mother Maria - not yet a saint.  I visited the city once a week with food I collected from local bakeries, restaurants, donut shops, churches, and grocery stores.  What I remember was the great eagerness with which people gave.

They really were happy to see these things go to someone who could use them.  All of my stops started collecting clothing, too.  Soon I had to get the help of my step-dad to deliver.  He would also go in town once a week.  Others would help as we needed.

I remember the awkwardness and the fear the first few visits.  But, after becoming known to the men and women of the streets, a community developed around the work.  This actually became an encouragement for me to realize that things build up their own momentum and take care of themselves.

Giving is a part of our lives.  When we stop being able to give we lose a whole portion of our lives and our identities.  Find some folks around you, collect some food and clothing from them, and take it all into a shelter, or children's home.  You'd be surprised how wholesome it feels and how much it clears out the garbage in your heart.

Ciao!

+Tom




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