Sunday, November 16, 2025

Zealot Hieromonk Eugenios Dionysiates (1875 – December 9/22, 1961)


A person with a long beard and a cane

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[…] After twenty years of harsh struggles in the strict coenobitic life of Dionysiou [on Mount Athos], where he received the monastic tonsure and the priesthood, he spent thirty years in Piraeus, continuing his labors and assisting the Christians there.

He was a teacher in his homeland of Northern Epirus.

His great asceticism, sacrificial love, and the sweetness of his character made him a loving Spiritual Father to many faithful.

Utterly free from the love of money and completely without possessions, he always lived as a guest.

He never acquired a home of his own.

He slept very little, did not light a fire in the winter, prayed fervently, and kept silence intentionally.

Whatever money was given to him, he distributed as alms.

He often kept vigil.

When he read the exorcism prayers, the demons departed, on account of his great purity and humility.

His great joy was the daily Divine Liturgies in humble chapels.

Those with pure eyes saw him not touching the ground.

His frequent meal was the prosphora from the Proskomide.

He did not abandon his strict ascetic rule until the end of his life.

Beneath his worn-out cassocks, he wore heavy iron chains that had eaten into his flesh.

He slept on a low stool, and for this reason, he had become hunched.

From the journeys and long hours of standing, his feet had begun to rot, yet they never gave off a foul odor.

His friends advised him to visit doctors. With the sweetness that always characterized him, he would reply: “I will go with Saint Anna…”

He loved the Theotokos exceedingly, and her holy mother—the “grandmother” of all the Athonites. He would recite her Salutations many times a day.

It is not without significance that his death came at the dusk of the feast of Saint Anna. That morning he had served his final Divine Liturgy. He exited the holy sanctuary with tears and joy.

On his face one could see the blessed repose from his many labors.

On his lips one could barely hear the final “Rejoice” of the unceasing Salutations to the Ever-Virgin Theotokos. Truly, the mother of the Mother of God received him near her through her intercessions.

To that place where, from his youth, he longed to go and to end his journey—the one long prepared.

Seated on his stool and holding his prayer rope, he ended his life in sanctity.

When the priests wrapped his body in the burial cloth, they saw his wounded feet full of worms and marveled.

From his grave, they beheld light coming forth […]

 

Greek source:

https://imlp.gr/2024/12/11/%CE%B9%CE%B5%CF%81%CE%BF%CE%BC%CF%8C%CE%BD%CE%B1%CF%87%CE%BF%CF%82-%CE%B5%CF%85%CE%B3%CE%AD%CE%BD%CE%B9%CE%BF%CF%82-%CE%B4%CE%B9%CE%BF%CE%BD%CF%85%CF%83%CE%B9%CE%AC%CF%84%CE%B7%CF%82-1875-9/

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