+ The Theophany When Elder Porphyrios Went to a Brothel +
In years past, on the feast of Theophany, we had the custom of blessing homes. One year I too went out to do the blessing. I would knock on the doors of the apartments; they would open to me, and I would enter chanting, “When You were baptized in the Jordan, O Lord…”
As I was walking along Maizonos Street, I noticed an iron door. I opened it and went into the courtyard, which was full of tangerine, orange, and lemon trees, and then made my way toward the staircase. It was an exterior staircase leading upward, with a basement below. I went up the stairs, knocked on the door, and a woman appeared. When she opened the door, I began, as was my custom, “When You were baptized in the Jordan, O Lord…” She stopped me abruptly. Meanwhile, she had been heard, and from the corridor to the right and left, girls began coming out of the rooms.
“I understood—I had ended up in a brothel,” I said to myself.
The woman stepped in front of me to block my way.
“Leave,” she said to me. “It isn’t proper for these girls to kiss the Cross. Let me kiss the Cross, and then please leave.”
I then took on a serious, reproachful tone and said to her:
“I cannot leave. I am a priest—I cannot leave. I came here to bless.”
“Yes, but it isn’t proper for them to kiss the Cross.”
“But we do not know whether it is proper for them or for you to kiss the Cross. Because if God were to ask me and require me to say who is worthy to kiss the Cross—the girls or you—I might say: ‘The girls are worthy to kiss it, and not you. Their souls are better than yours.’”
At that moment she blushed slightly. Then I said to her: “Let the girls kiss the Cross.”
I motioned for them to come closer. I chanted “When You were baptized in the Jordan, O Lord…” more melodiously than before, because I felt a joy within me—that God had arranged things so that I might come to these souls as well.
They all kissed the Cross. They were well groomed, wearing colorful skirts, and so on.
And I said to them: “My children, many years to you. God loves us all. He is very good and ‘makes His rain fall on the just and the unjust.’ We all have Him as our Father, and God cares for every one of us. We only need to take care to come to know Him, to love Him, and to become good. Love Him, and you will see how happy you will be.”
They looked at me with wonder. Something touched their weary little souls.
At the end I said to them, “I am glad that God counted me worthy to come today and bless you. Many years to you.”
“Many years,” they replied, and I left.
"Elder Porphyrios, Life and Words"
(Holy Monastery of Chrysopigi, Chania)
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