Сергий Ковригин - ПИСЬМО МАМЕ
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Hello from Jelgava! Hello mother!
How are you doing? How are you?
Sorry that I did not write for a long time,
A lot of things, you know yourself.
But time is always not to catch up,
So I decided to write again.
I write from Jelgava
(There is a city in Latvia,
beautiful, slim, magnificent
and exotic, small).
I want to tell you from the threshold
About the most important thing for me -
About how God met in life
And as now I am!

I often pondered with fortification:
Why and who my life is given to me?
Nothing forever under the moon,
Inadburn and the moon itself.
Life, maybe tomorrow will break
And suddenly the desires of collapse will come.
But even if it costs -
What will happen next: dust and dust?
Surely so many wonders of the world
How much to accommodate the planet,
What is hard to accommodate,
"Nothing" could suddenly generate?
Take the harder year from year to
That the cage created nature,
Which was dead
And suddenly - took and created?!
At least someone imagines
That death randomly life gives rise,
That chaos mind creates
And the case moves everything forward
But I have to believe everything -
What is the void of Arshin to measure!
After all, the mind is full of
And beauty is endowed.
Everything is full of all perfections,
From the micromyr to the shone.
After all, it is obvious: for bliss
Someone God has done everything!
I lived and, like everyone else, a little
In someone believed God
But never knew him
Until he called me.
Was a year when I noticed
That someone was ruled by life,
He was toned and instructed
But who he was, I did not know.
So I lived, without stopping
Looking for a meaning of life, being.
And time, to death, approaching,
Manilo in the Debresions of Lie.
My soul was looking for
And warmth and kindness
But, except in the thoughts of the ideal,
I did not find cleanliness.
My soul wanted to love
But she could not love she
And then she did not know
That the whole sin is amazed.
Happy to be soul dreamed
But be happy could not.
Lived and did not realize
How much evil in her.
Yes, and then I could not immediately
Understand how much infection in it is
That sin it fills all
Plenyt and evil enslaves.
How the dead corpse cannot live
So the heart is sinful - love.

But the mirror revealed me God:
That was the mirror of the soul.
In it to see myself I was able
As it is ... (about though not write!)
That was my Bible.
And here, looking, I saw,
That the whole soul is infected:
First, pride is full,
Vaschevia in it there is a virus,
Microbe touching here,
Negligence, fierce egoism,
Scattered, maximalism;
In it, irritability lived,
Angiveness, stupidity in it was
And also envy hearth -
The souls of my descent enemy;
Plok others criticize
All condemn and blame
Was part of my heart,
Catching in it is imperceptibly evil.
And there was also a lies virus in it,
Fruit fractures;
And money virus in the shower
Like a beachhead on the prience.
Not all that was with me
Villocks listed me ...
There was a sin in each - Mraka Tsveny.
And every sin gives birth to death!
In the darkness of the eternal darkness of the title
Death - separation from God!

God is incomplete light -
No darkness, no shadow in God.
God is perfect love
Jesus spilled blood
There is proof of this.
He saved me! Praise him!
Source of wisdom and forces,
Everything except evil, he created.
He evil love destroy
And darkness will not swallow it!
All the strength of darkness will overcome
God life in itself has.
His land belongs -
He is my protection and shield.
God is the heart of Almighty,
Uncommon and omnipresent.
My Lord is long-suffering,
Good and multi-facing!
My Lord hates evil.
Oh, how lucky to me!
My Lord holy and fair
He was and is forever alive.
He is my Savior, Redeemer,
He is my father, the provider.
God is everything you need gives me.
All harmful he will remove!
Jesus Christ is my healer,
Soul of my liberator.
Lord my life with an excess gave
Exactly as promised.
He is perfect doing joy!
Nes