Surviving Siberia's Frost--on Faith

This is a long piece, I know. But please it is well worth the read. Have patience and read the true story below. Thankyou.

Back story: Father Arseny, a Russian Orthodox priest imprisoned in a Soviet work camp, intervenes in a fight to help a young prisoner named Alexei. For "troublemaking," he and Alexei are sentenced to 48 hours in an unheated cell.

Punishment cell No. 1 was a tiny house that stood by the entrance of the camp. In this house was a room for two people where the floor and walls were covered with sheets of metal. The whole room was not wider than three quarters of a yard and two yards long. Outside it was -22ºF and windy, so that it was hard to breathe. You had only to step outside to become immediately numb.

The occupants of the barracks understood what this meant: certain death. Father Arseny and Alexei would be frozen within two hours. Occasionally, someone was sent to it when the temperature reached -21º or -22ºF, but this only for 24 hours. The only ones who stayed alive were those who could jump up and down the whole 24 hours to keep their blood from freezing. If you stopped jumping, you froze. And here it was -22ºF, Father Arseny was an old man, Alexei had just been beaten up, and both men were exhausted.

Father Arseny and Alexei were dragged to the punishment cell and shoved inside. They both fell, cracking their heads against the wall. Father Arseny stood up and said, "So, here we are. God has brought us together.

"We are going to freeze, Father Arseny," moaned Alexei. "We are both going to die. We need to keep moving, to jump up and down, but it is impossible to keep that up for 48 hours. Why don't you say anything, Father Arseny?"

As if from somewhere very far away Father Arseny's voice answered, "I am praying to God, Alexei!" "What's there to pray about when we are going to freeze?" Alexei muttered.

"We are here all alone, Alexei; for two days no one will come. We will pray. For the first time God has allowed us to pray aloud in this camp, with our full voice. We will pray and the rest is God's will!"

The cold was gradually conquering Alexei and he was sure that Father Arseny was losing his mind. Making the sign of the cross and quietly pronouncing some words, Father Arseny stood in the ray of moonlight. Alexei's hands and feet were numbed by the cold; he had no strength in his limbs. He was freezing and no longer cared.

Suddenly Alexei heard Father Arseny's words clearly, and understood that this was a prayer. Alexei had been in church only once, out of curiosity. Although his grandmother had baptized him when he was a child, his family did not believe in God.

But Alexei could clearly hear the words that Father Arseny was saying: "O Lord God, have mercy on us sinners! Through Thine unspeakable mercy save us, have mercy on us and lead us away from this cruel death, because we do believe in Thee, Thou our God." And so the words of prayer poured forth. "O, Lord our God, Jesus Christ! Thou didst say with Thy purest lips that if two or three agree to ask for the same thing, then Thy Heavenly Father will grant their prayer because, as Thou didst say, 'When two or three are gathered in my name, I am among them.'" Alexei was repeating these words after Father Arseny.

The cold had taken Alexei completely; his entire body was numb. But suddenly the cell, the cold, the numbness of his whole body, his pain, and his fear had disappeared. Father Arseny's voice filled the cell, but was it a cell? Alexei turned to Father Arseny and was stunned. Everything around had been transformed. An awful thought came: "I am losing my mind, this is the end, I am dying."

There was a bright light and Father Arseny, dressed in brilliant white vestments, his hands lifted up, was praying aloud. The clothing on Father Arseny was the same as on the priest Alexei had once seen in church.

Alexei saw with surprise that there were two men assisting Father Arseny. Both were dressed in the same bright vestments and both shone with an indefinable white light. Alexei did not see their faces, but sensed that they were beautiful. Father Arseny turned to him and said, "Go, Alyosha! Lie down, you are tired. I will keep praying, you will hear me." Alexei lay down on the metal-covered floor, closed his eyes, and kept on praying.

The words of prayer filled his whole being. All was peaceful and warm. It was important not to forget these words, to remember them all his life. Father Arseny prayed, and the two others in bright garments prayed with him and served him.The only things that remained in Alexei's memory were the words of the prayer, a warming and joyful light, Father Arseny praying...

"Get up, Alexei! They have come for us," said Father Arseny.

In the cell stood an old man in a patched-up vest and a young one in torn clothes with a bruised face. Their faces were calm and their clothing was covered with a thick layer of frost.

"They're alive?" the Major asked in amazement. "How did they survive here for two days?" "We are alive, sir," said Father Arseny. All looked at each other in amazement. "Search them."

"Come out!" shouted one of the supervisors. Father Arseny and Alexei walked out of the cell. The supervisors removed their gloves and started frisking them. The doctor also removed a glove, put it under Father Arseny's and then Alexei's clothing and, to nobody in particular, said, "Amazing! How could they have survived? It's true, though; they're warm." The doctor walked into the cell, looked around it, and asked, "What kept you warm?"

"Our faith in God, and prayer," Father Arseny answered.

"They are simply fanatics. Send them back to the barracks right away," said one of the supervisors in an irritated voice. As he was walking away, Alexei heard somebody say, "It's amazing. In this cold they should have lived no more than four or five hours. It's unbelievable, considering that it's -22ºF out. You supervisors sure got lucky. There could have been some unpleasantness in store for you."

The barracks met them as if they had risen from the dead.

Everyone asked, "What saved you?"

They both answered, "God saved us."

Women of Grace & Courage-Grand Duchess Ella of Russia

'There will come a time when gifted poets will write verse in praise of the Grand Duchess, her noble soul, her radiant feats, not only ascetic feats but also feats of love and mercy. Her beautiful and noble deeds, will never be erased from the memory of human nobility and mankind will bless her as great, for she was wedded to love'.

These words were written by Abbot Seraphim in recognition of a great soul that was taken from this world too soon by a force of evil in which the world is still recovering, if it ever will.

Grand Duchess Elizabeth(Ella) was the elder sister of Czarina Alexandra both of whom married into the ill fated Romanov Dynasty. Grand Duchess Ella married the very taciturn and difficult Grand Duke Sergei who was known for his tightfisted and often brutal handling of the Russian peasantry. Yet Ella was the exact opposite of her husband and was much loved by all who knew her both Royal and peasant.

The underlying core of both sisters was their deep love of God and family, which was instilled in them by their devoted Mother, Princess Alice, daughter of Queen Victoria of Britain.

Tragedy touched the lives of both Ella and Alexandra at a young age when they lost both their mother and sibling to diptheria. This seemed to bring a forbidding shadow of tragedy which dogged their steps and which would ultimately consume them in its maelstrom.

Though Ella loved her husband Sergei deeply their marriage remained childless, which grieved her heart but even more heartache would come Ella's way when her husband was assassinated outside their palatial home. The Grand Duchess who had just been about to leave and carry out her missions of mercy to the poor and hungry of Russia heard the explosion which tore the body of her beloved husband to pieces.

Grand Duchess Ella then did the unexpected which shocked Russian society, she visited the man who murdered her husband in order that he would repent of his grave sin and his soul would then be saved. Upon talking to the assassin she left him with a Bible and an Icon while she prayed for the soul of this desperate man, she had forgiven the unforgivable.

The death of her husband changed Ella who began more and more to embrace the life of a religious so much so that she soon began her own Relgious Order 'The Convent of Mercy of St Martha and St Mary'. Her mission was to help the poor and destitute of Russia, and they needed the help of this remarkable soul as many Russian people lived and died by their machines as the smell of anarchy wafted through the streets like poisonous tentacles.

It was also soon apparent that a rift had come upon the Hesse sisters as Alexandra failed to heed the warnings of her sister against the despot Rasputin. The rift between the sisters remained unhealed as revolution stirred the masses to turn against their Emporer and his Queen. Despite being warned about her own safety Ella refused to heed the warnings and had determined to stay with the people till the bitter end.

And the end came for Ella and her companions when the Bolsheviks beat her and then threw the broken body of the Grand Duchess Elizabeth with her companions down a cold and dank mine shaft.

The Grand Duchess Ella who was known for her great beauty yet remained without vanity. She was known for her love of the poor and unfortunate yet at times she appeared cold and aloof to her neices and nephews. The remarkable Ella who held the torn and bloodied body of her dying husband, yet forgave his murderer. Ella, the religious Mother who longed to help the poor and yet the one's she loved and longed to help....turned on her.

Ella born a Princess, became a Grand Duchess, died a Saint.