S๐ ๐๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฏ๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฏ
๐๐ฏ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ตโ๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ด
In ancient times, before the Savior came to live among us, even to the holiest of men and women death was a terror; all wept for the dead as though they had perished eternally. But now that the Savior has raised His body, death is no longer terrible; every one of us who believe in Christ trample on death as it were nothing and choose rather to die than deny our faith in Christ. And that devil that once maliciously exulted in our death, now that its pains are loosed and its power emptied, remains the only one truly dead. โ ๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ, ch 27.2
St. Athanasius is one of my heroes!