Mr. Vitomir Jankovic was born in the Former Yugoslavia in Konjusa, Serbia. He was never certain of his date of birth but knew he was born in 1919. He grew up in a very poor family where "krofne" would have been a once a year specialty for the kids if they were lucky.

During World War II he was a prisoner of war and held captive by the Germans. They put him to work and it was his sense of humour that kept him alive. The Germans would threaten to kill him on a regular basis but his cheery attitude was found to be entertaining by the Germans and they spared him. It also helped that he was as strong as an ox and they did not want to loose him as man power.

After World War II he migrated to Canada and set up a life for himself working in construction as a brick mason. He returned to Yugoslavia in the late 60's and met his wife Jelika. They married in Serbia and gave birth to their son Ljuban, (John). They immigrated right afterwards to Canada and had their second child Leposava, Lepa named after Vitomir's mother.

Vitomir was well known by non-Serbs and Yugoslavas as "Jack". He continued to work in the construction industry his entire life until his retirement.

Jack lived a very simple, modest life and did not ask much from anyone. He loved little kids and little animals and did not care much for today's complicated world.

May God accept him into his heavenly kingdom as we continue to pray for his salvation.

Submitted by Lepa Jankovic

Milica was born Milica Pantelin in Novi Knezevac, Banat, Serbia on April 3, 1925, daughter to Ljubomir and Vidosava. Milica was
sister to Maca, Lela, and Andjelka.

Milica passed away peacefully Wednesday, July 3, 2013. She is sadly missed by her daughter Vukica Nikolic (Tiosav), son
Milos, grandson Strain and great granddaughter Courtney.

Milica grew up in Novi Knezevac and worked at a silk factory as a quality control inspector. In 1943 she was introduced to and
married Sava from nearby Padej. In the spring of 1944, they celebrated the birth of their daughter Vukica.

Milica and Vukica, arrived in Niagara Falls via Halifax in the spring of 1954 after finally being allowed to migrate from Jugoslavia.
In 1955, Sava and Milica celebrated the birth of their son, Milos.

Starting in 1956, Milica worked at the Niagara Parks Commission Refectory (Restaurant) in Queen Victoria Park, Niagara Falls,
Ontario. Afterwards she worked as a chambermaid at the King Edward Hotel and the President Inn, both in Niagara Falls. Milica
retired at age 60 and continued to live as a housewife to Sava and mother to Vukica and Milos. In 2005, her husband of 62
years passed. In 2011, at the age of 86, she moved from her house on McRae Street of 49 years to Oakwood Park Lodge.

Milica enjoyed living a simple life and had many friends while working hard to raise her children and maintain the family home on
McRae Street in Niagara Falls. While in Canada, Milica always kept her family in Novi Knezevac dear to her heart. Milica was an
active member and supporter of the Saint George Serbian Orthodox Church of Niagara Falls and the Serbian Circle of Sisters.

Submitted by daughter and son Vukica Nikolic and Milos Popov.

Milka (Masonovich) was born in Ceklin, Crna Gora on January 17th, 1922. At the age of 7 she immigrated to Montreal with her family. The Masonovich family moved to Holtyre, Ontario where she met her husband Blazo Djonovich. They were married in 1938 and had 7 children, sons Eli , Nick and daughters Lillian, Helen and Stella surviving. Milka was a loving baba to 12 grandchildren.

Milka was an active member of the Kolo Srpskih Sestara and was president of the Kolo for many years. She put her heart and soul into the Kolo and made many lifelong friends. Vjecnaja Pamjat.

Djonovich Family

Metropolitan Christopher was born Velimir P. Kovacevich on December 25th, 1928 in Galveston, Texas. His parents, Petar and Rista, both emigratd from Montenegro. In fact, his monther had just boarded the ship to travel to Texas to meet her future husband when Gavrilo Pincip assasinated Archduke Ferdinand and all ports were closed. Luckily, her ship was allowed to leave to come to America. Velimir was one of 12 children born to Petar and Rista, being the seventh sone of eight boys and four girls. As a young boy, Velimir was also referred to as Chris, being born on Western Christmas. It was clear that from a young age, the hand of the Lord touched him and call him to His service. He was a faithful altar boy to the Russian priest who served the Galveston parish, now one of the oldest Serbian churches on the continent. Even in his pretend play, he would hold services and would enlist his younger brother Blazo to assist in funeral services for dead birds.

While attending Ball High in Galveston, he held several jobs, working before and after school delivering milk and working in a bakery. His older brothers also had him use his advantage as a lefty by entering him in a number of local boxing matches. Upon graduating from high school in 1945, he traveled north to attend the newly established St. Sava Serbian Orthodox Seminary at the Monestary in Libertyville. He first went somewhat farther north to attend the Nashotah House Anglican seminary in Wisconsin. While at the seminary in Libertyville, he was a student of the late Bishop Nicolai Velimirovich. In one of his duties as driver for the local bishop, he visited many of the area parishes, including South Chicago, on a regular basis.

He graduated from St. Sava Monestary in 1949 and moved to Ohio where he attended the Univesity of Akron. It was in Akron that he met his future wife, Milka Raicevich. They married on September 20, 1951, and on November 25th of that same year, he was ordained a deacon in Clairton, Pennsylvania. One week later, he was ordained a priest and installed in his first parish at St. Nicholas Church in Johnstown, PA. In subsequent years, he continued his education and earned a B.A. in philosophy and a masters degree in history from the University of Pittsburgh. It was in Johnstown that two of his children, Petar and Paul, were born. In 1954 he became the parish priest of St. Sava Church in Pittsburgh. His daughter Valerie and son Velimer were born in Pittsburgh. In 1962, he and his family moved to Chicago where he became parish priest of St. Archangel Michael Church. In 1960 he was decorated with the red sash and on Christmas Day in 1964, Bishop Firmilian elevated him to the rank of Protopresbyter. In 1970, he was widowed when Milka passed away at the youg age of 40.

While being a parish priest in Western Pennsylvania and Chicago, Father Vel also served as chaplain to four universities. He assisted his parishes in becoming bilingual in their worship and education programs, and held the postions of secretary to the church Central Council, diocesan director of religious education, director of diocesan summer camp, and editor of two church journals and other publications. He organized the first SOTAYA chapter in South Chicago in 1962, being very active in providing religious education to Sunday School teachers. He was also extremely involved in the defense of the church during the period of schism, spending countless hours translating volumes of church documents from Serbian to English and assisting in the court trials that used these documents.

In 1978, the Holy Assembly of Bishops in Belgrade elected him to the episcopate. After being tonsured and taking the monastic name of Christopher, Patriarch German consecrated him as bishop on Pentacost Sunday. He became the first American born bishop to serve a diocese in North America. As Bishop of Eastern America and Canada, he of course left his South Chicago parish and moved to the diocesan residence in Sewickley, Pennsylvania. Prior to becoming bishop, he earned his Masters of Divinity from Holy Cross Greek Orthodox School of Theology in Massachusetts, and completed all the courses and examinations for the doctorate at the Chicago Theological Seminary. In the Eastern Diocese, Bishop Christopher developed a disocesan wide program in religious education and introduced computerization of all chruch administration and publications. He also represents his church on the Standing Conference of Canonical Orthodox Bishops in the Americas (SCOBA).

In 1991, the Serbian Holy Assembly of Bishops elevated the Midwest Diocese to the status of Metropolitanate and elevated Bishop Christopher to the rank of Metropolitan. In moving to St. Sava Monestary, now the See of the Metropolitanate of Midwestern American and Headquarters of the Episcopal Council and Central Council of the Serbian Orthodox Church in the United States and Canada, Metropolitan Christophers life again took him from the Pittsburgh area to Chicago. In 1997, the Nashotah House, in recognition for his exemplary ministries as parish priest and diocesan bishop, his courageous support for eduction, ecumenism, and the monastic life, his championing of church unity, and his outstanding leadership of the Serbian Orthodox Church in this country conferred upon Metropolitan Christopher, the honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity.

Metropolitan Christopher served as Dean of the St. Sava Orthodox School of Theology, which was re-established in 1986. He was instrumental in getting official recognition from the Illinois State Board of Higher Education for the school, which grants it authority to confer a Bachelor of Divinity Degree. He had worked tirelessly on the administration of the metropolitanate and being the presiding bishop of the Central Council. Monstary Church grounds and cemetery improvements have been major projects under his leadership, as well as the longstanding attempts to bring true administrative unity to the Serbian Orthodox Church on this continent. He has been a frequent visitor to Washington as an official representative of our church to address the break-up and wars in Yugoslavia, and particularly its effect on the churches, monasteries and Serbian faithful in that region.

Metropolitan Christopher has served the church faithfully for almost 60 years while continuing to be a loving father to his children and Djedo to his nine grandchildren.

Mirko was born to Mane and Draga Smiljanich in 1936. Mane and Draga immigrated to Canada from Lika. Mirko and his sister Mira were the first set of twins born in the Town of Flin Flon, Manitoba.

The family moved to Niagara Falls in 1949. Mirko attended Stamford High School and after graduation, he went to Bolder, Colorado, USA to study mining engineering at Colorado School of Mines.

When Mirko returned to Canada, he was employed by the Iron Ore Company of Canada in Labrador City, Newfoundland.

While on vacation at home in Niagara, he met his future wife (Mara Lalic) in 1964 at the Serbian Day Picnic. Mirko and Mara were married in 1964 in Sudbury, On.
In 1966, they left Labrador City and moved to Niagara Falls.

Mirko was an active member of the St. George Church. He was a founding member of the church choir and sang bass for many years. Mirko held many positions on the church board and was well respected by the church members. He was the property manager for many years and bought a big Ford tractor with a bush hog to cut the church grass among the trees. He would drive the tractor from his home, 10 miles away, as the church could not afford a tractor at that time.

Mirko and Mihailo Kolundzic maintained the grounds, cut down the dead trees, cleared the bush. They spent more time at the church grounds than they did at home. Mirko and Mara were very generous to all fundraising efforts of the church including the building of the church, the church extension, the pavilion and the Tesla Monument. They also donated much of their time and were dedicated members.

Mirko was employed by M.T.O. of the Ontario Government as an inspector for the construction of highways and bridges for 32 years.

Mirko suffered from Cancer and passed away in 2009.
He is sadly missed by his wife Mara and extended family.

Posljednji Pozdrav

Pripala mi je cast da u ime porodice Kolundzic procitam posljednji pozdrav nasem dragom Mihailu, voljenom suprugu, ocu, djedu, bratu, stricu, ujaku, tetku, sinovcu, zetu, prijatelju i prije svega covjeku koji je svoj zivot proveo vjerujuci u Boga. Ovo je beskrajno tuzan trenutak za sve nas jer moramo da se oprostimo od covjeka koji nam je svima bio najbolji primjer kako treba voditi ovozemaljski zivot, nesebicno voljeti, nesebicno pomagati, stvarati, odgajati, raditi i nikad ali bas nikad ne traziti nagradu za to. Mihailu je bilo dovoljno da nas vidi srecne.

Mihailov zivotni put pocinje u jednom malom selu u Dalmaciji, u kamenoj kuci opasanoj zidinama koje su sluzile da i Mihaila i ostalu djecu i zene iz porodice Kolundzica zastite od svih koji toj porodici nisu zeljeli nista dobro. A takvih je u tim krajevima i u ta vremena bilo mnogo. Zidine je podigao Mihailov pradjed Marko sa ciljem da stvori siguran dom za svojih sedam sinova, nevjesta i mnogo unucadi. Na jednom kraju te kuce Mihailov djed Bozidar i baba Marija osnivaju porodicu iz koje je ponikao Mihailov otac Dusan koji je pocetkom tridesetih godina prosloga vijeka ozenio Mihailovu majku Anicu. U toj kuci Mihailo je provodio dane djetinjstva zajedno sa svojim bratom Boskom, sestrama Kosom i Stojom, babom Marijom i ostalom rodbinom. I onda veliki rat, okupatori svih vrsta, otac i stric u zarobljenickim logorima i Mahailo dao djecak dobija odgovornosti najstarije muske glave u kuci. Rat je vec nekako zavrsio, otac se vratio i Mihailo je mogao da nastavi svoje djecacke, momacke i vojnicke dane. Medjutim, kada se vratio iz vojske Mihailo je poceo da razmislja o buducnosti koju u to vrijeme u toj drzavi nije vise video.

I tako jednoga dana, sada vec jako davne 1956, Mihailo se nasao u grupi ljudi koja se uputila na jedan rizican i mukotrpan put preko nekoliko mora i okeana, barkama i brodovima, pesice i vozovima, kroz logore i razne drzave u potrazi za slobodnijim i boljim zivotom. U toj grupi ljudi zeljnih slobode bila je i jedna mlada djevojka po imenu Sofija koja je krenula na taj put sa svojim ocem i starijim bratom. I desilo joj se ono sto se mladim djevojkama desava, zavoljela je jednog mladica po imenu Mihailo. Otac i brat su se vratili u stari kraj, a Sofija i Miahilo su u logoru u Italiji rekli jedno drugom DA, zauvijek.

Sudbina ih je dovela u Kanadu. Dospeli su u Ridzajnu u kojoj su poceli da zaradjuju svoj prvi hljeb. Onako mladima i punim zivota nista im nije tesko padalo. Ni hladna klima ni teski poslovi, ni novi jezik, ljudi i obicaji. Imali su jedno drugo i bili srecni. Uskoro su dobili svoju prvu kcerku Dragicu, koju godinu poslije, sina Dusana, a potom i mladju kcerku Rajku. Prolazile su godine, djeca su odrastala i bila vaspitavana u srpskom duhu i po srpskim obicajima ali uvijek postujuci svoju novu zemlju, Kanadu. Mnogi medju nama ovdje prisutnima, koji znamo kako izgleda doci na novi kontinent, a koji smo ovdje dosli i zatekli svoju rodbinu koja nam je nesebicno pomogla da se snadjemo mozemo samo da zamislimo kako je u ta vremena bilo Mihailu i Sofiji, samima, bez igdje ikog, u novom svijetu. Nakon trinaest godina provedenih u Ridzajni mlada porodica odlucuje da se odseli u Ontario u kojem je u to vrijeme, kao i sad, srpska kolonija bila mnogo brojnija, a i mogucnosti za posao i napredak, vece. U Ontariju je bio i Mihailov stric Dragan koji je Mihailu i Sofiji i od samog pocetka bio pri ruci i pomoci. Doselili su se najprije u St. Catharines, a nedugo potom u Niagaru gdje su i kupili kucu, svima nama dobro poznatu kao uvijek otvorenu i gostoljubivu. Prolazile su godine, Dragica, Dusan i Rajka su odrastali, skolovali se, Mihailo i Sofija su vredno radili, Mihailo u Fordu, a Sofija u domu za njegu starih ljudi. Onda je doslo vreme unucadi, Dragica i njezin suprug Bill dobili su kcerke Vanesu i Aleksandru, Dusan i njegova supruga Susan su dobili sina Isaiju i kcerke Natasu i Larisu, a Rajka i njezin suprug Stevo su dobili kcerku Anicu i sina Iliju. Mihailo i Sofija su bili najsrecniji kad im je kuca puna djece, unucadi, rodbine i prijatelja za Slave, Bozice, Uskrse, a mnogo puta i za spontana okupljanja koja su se u njihovoj kuci desavala vise i cesce nego u bilo kojoj drugoj.

Medjutim jedan aspekt Mihailovog zivota mora da se spomene vise nego bilo sta drugo, a to je Mihailova predanost Bogu, vjeri i Srpskoj Pravoslavnoj Crkvi. Dok je vecina drugih emigranata radila i po dva i vise poslova, overtajm i vekende nastojeci da poboljsaju svoj materijalni status, Mihailo je svaki svoj slobodan trenutak koristio za nesebican i predan rad na crkvenom imanju u Niagari koje je bilo njogov drugi dom. U crkvi je Mihailo nasao smisao svog zivota kojem se beskrajno posvetio. Kao svoje uzore Mihailo je uvijek isticao svoje pretke, Ambrozija Kolundzica, Igumana najpoznatijeg srpskog Manastira Krka u Dalmaciji, Luku Kolundzica, svestinika u cuvenom srpskom selu Strmica kod Knina i Isaiju Kolundzica koji je napustio bogoslovsku skolu da se medju prvima pridruzi srpskoj vojsci u matici Srbiji kada je bilo najteze i krene od Cera i Kolubare do Krfa i solunskog fronta i kao heroj u prvom svjetskom ratu potvrdi slavu svoje porodice. A mi mozemo sa sigurnoscu da kazemo da Mihailo moze ponosno da se pridruzi svojim pretcima jer su i oni kroz citav njegov zivot bili ponosni na njega gladajuci ga odozgo. U srpskoj zajednici u Niagari Mihailo je bio jedan od stubova bez kojih te zajednice ne bi ni bilo. Obavljao je funkcije predsjednika crkveno skolske opstine, blagajnika, upravnika imanja, tutora i svega ostalog sto je zatrebalo. Svaki covjek koji je Mihailo poznavao, bez obzira na naciju i vjeru o njemu ce da prica sa velikim postovanjem i uvazavanjem. Da je ljudi kao sto je Mihailo Kolundzic vise na ovom svijetu problema ne bi bilo, medjutim upravo zato sto ih je tako malo moramo jos i vise da ih cijenimo.

A onda 1991. desilo se ono sto je Mihailo jos kao mlad covjek osjetio da ce da se desi. Kamena kuca opasana zidinama napadnuta je ponovo. Odoljevala je cetiri godine ali ovaj put zidine nisu izdrzale. Pradjed Marko nije predvidio da ce njegovu kucu da napadaju generali najvece svjetske sile potpomognuti komsijama koji su nekad u toj kuci nalazili i utociste i pomoc. Mihailo i njegova voljena Sofija su tada otvorili svoju kucu, sirom, svim nevoljnicima iz starog kraju bili oni rodjaci ili prijatelji. U njihovoj kuci, izmedju 1991. i 1998. utociste je pronaslo, vjerovali ili ne, preko 90 (devedest) ljudi, zena i djece. Sofija je kuvala za sve, nalazila lijepu rijec za svaku porodicu koja je pronasla spas u njenoj kuci. Mihailo ih je vozio, trazio poslove, ucio ih da voze po kanadskim propisima i ulivao im nadu i samopouzdanje da ce da se snadju i uspiju u novom zivotu. U tome je u ogromnoj mjeri ucestvovao i njigov sin Dusan koji je iako zauzet svojim odgovornostima uvijek nalazio i nalazi vremena da pomogne svima kojima je pomoc potrebna. Mihailova i Sofijina pomoc je djelovala kao amajlija ili brojanica, na sve ljude koji su u njoj potrazili spas. Iz te kuce zavrsavali su se fakulteti, pronalazili poslovi i zapocinjali novi zivoti. Nemoguce je u ovom trenutku izraziti zahvalnost Mihailu i Sofiji u ime svih ljudi kojima su pomogli.

Ali jedno je sigurno. Neko je to odozgo video sve.

A Mihailo bi jos jedino pozelio da jos po koju put sjedne u svojoj basti sa svojom Sofijom, sa prijateljima, Perom i Ankom Mirkovic, Perom i Danicom Kraguljac i pokojnim Dusanom Ratkovicm i da sa njima popije casu crnog vina i prisjeti se starih dana.

I oni koji Mihaila nisu poznavali dovoljno dobro, vjerovatno se pitaju zasto je odlucio da bas sad kad je postigao sve sto covjek u zivotu moze pozeliti da ostvari, ode, sam u novi svijet. A mi koji ga dobro poznamo, znamo da su njegove odluke cvrste i neopozive. Uradio je to zato sto je video da je svoj zadatak ovdje ispunio. I sada gore Mihailo ce prije svih nas da stane pred Svetog Petra koji za Mihaila nekih velikih pitanja nece imati. Vrata su mu otvorena. I mi ovdje prisutni kad mu se jedno po jedno budemo gore pridruzivali imacemo naseg Mihaila tamo da nas primi, ugosti, nauci sta treba da radimo, kako treba da se ponasamo, gdje da dobijemo Social Insurance Number i Health Care Card. Mihailo i gore garantuje za nas.

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Final Farewell,

I have been given the honour, on behalf of the Kolundzic family, to read the last farewell to our dear Mihailo, beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, nephew, son in law, friend and above all a man who spent his life believing in God. This is an immensely sad moment for all of us because we have to say goodbye to a man we all acknowledge to be the best example of how to lead an earthly life, unselfish love, unselfish help, creating, nurturing, and never, but never, seeking a reward for it. For Mihailo it was enough to see us happy.

Mihailo’s life journey begins in a small village in Dalmatia, in a walled stone house, the walls of which were used to protect Mihailo and the women children of the Kolundzic family from those who did not wish them good. And there is in these areas and in those times many that did not. The walls were erected by Mihailo’s grandfather Marko with the aim to create a safe home for his seven sons, his bride and many grandchildren. At one end of the house Mihailo’s grandfather Bozidar and grandmother Marija founded the family from which sprung Mihailo’s father Dushan, who in the early thirties of the last century, married Mihailo’s mother Anica. In that house Mihailo spent his childhood with his brother Bosko, sisters Stanka and Kosa, grandmother Marija and other relatives. And then the Great War, and the arrival of invaders of all kinds. With his father and uncle taken to a prison camp, Mihailo had to take responsibility as the oldest male to head the household. At war’s end, and with the return of his father, Mihailo was able to pursue his childhood, and his young adult years. But when he returned from the army and military service, Mihailo started thinking about the future, which at that time in that place he could no longer see.

So one day, very far back in 1956, Mihailo found himself in a group headed for a risky and arduous journey across several seas and oceans, boats and ships, trains and on foot, through the camps and various countries in search of freer and a better life. In that group of people eager for freedom was a young girl named Sophia who embarked on this journey with her father and older brother. And as happens to young girls, Sophia became fond of a young man named Mihailo. With her father and brother returning to the old country, Sophia and Mihailo remain in the camp in Italy and say YES to each other, forever.

Fate had brought them to Canada. Upon arrival in Regina they began to earn their first loaf of bread. So young and full of life nothing was hard on them. Neither cold weather nor heavy jobs, or a new language, people and customs. They had each other and were happy. Soon they had their first daughter Dragica, a few years later, their son Dushan, and then a younger daughter, Rajka. Years went by, the children were growing up and were educated in the spirit of Serbian custom and tradition, but always respecting the customs of their new country, Canada. Many among us present here, know what it feels like arriving on a new continent. While we came here and found our friends and relatives who unselfishly helped us to gather our footing, we can only imagine how in those times Mihailo and Sophia found themselves without anyone anywhere in the new world. After thirteen years in Regina, the young family decide to move to Ontario, which at that time, as now, the Serbian colony was much more numerous, and opportunities for job advancement much higher. In Ontario resided Mihailo’s uncle Dragan, who from the very beginning and was on hand to help. The family first settled in St. Catharines, and shortly afterwards in Niagara where they bought a house, well known to us as always open and welcoming. Years went by, Dragica, Dushan and Rajka were growing up, and obtaining an education, with Mihailo and Sophia working, Mihailo at Ford and Sofia in the home care of old people. Then it was time for grandchildren, Dragica and her husband Bill with daughters Vanessa and Alexandra, Dushan and his wife Susan have a son Isaiah and daughters Natasha and Larissa, and Rajka and her husband Stevo with their daughter Anica and son Elijah. Mihailo and Sophia were happiest when their house was full of children, grandchildren, relatives and friends during Slava, Christmas, Easter, and many times for spontaneous gatherings that have occurred in their house more often than in any other.

But one aspect of Mihailo's life must be mentioned more than anything else, and that is Mihailo’s devotion to God, religion and the Serbian Orthodox Church. While the majority of other migrants worked two or more jobs, weekend overtime, trying to improve their financial and material status, Mihailo in every free moment would provide selfless and dedicated work on the church property in Niagara Falls that was his second home. In the church Mihailo found the meaning of his life to which he offered endless devotion. Taking after his role models, Mihailo always stressed his ancestors, Ambrose Kolundžić, Abbot of the most famous Serbian monastery Krka in Dalmatia, Luka Kolundžić, Priest in the famous Serbian village Strmica near Knin, and Isaiah Kolundzic who left the seminary and was among the first to join the Serbian army in the homeland of Serbia when it was the hardest, and started from Cera and Kolubara to Corfu and the Thessaloniki front and a hero in World War I, confirming the glory of his family. And we can safely say that Mihailo can be proud to join his ancestors, for they are proud of him throughout his life as they watched him from above. In the Serbian community in Niagara Mihailo was one of the pillars of the community, without whom there may well be no community. He served as President of church school congregation, treasurer, property manager, church warden, and anything else that would be needed. Every man who knew Mihailo, regardless of nationality and religion, will talk about him with great respect and appreciation. If there were more people like Mihailo Kolundzic in this world there would be no problems, however, precisely because they are so few we need to appreciate them even more.

And then 1991, and events happened which Mihailo as a young man felt were going to happen. The stone house surrounded by walls was attacked again. Mihailo’s family succeeded in fending off these attacks for four years, but this time the walls did not hold. Mihailo’s great-grandfather Marko did not foresee that his house would come under attack from the world powers backed by neighbours that had previously found refuge and assistance in that house. Mihailo and his beloved Sophia then opened their house to all the afflicted from the old country that were relatives or friends. In their home, between 1991 and 1998, believe it or not, over 90 (ninety) men, women and children found shelter and a new life. Sophia cooked for all, and there was a kind word for every family who found refuge in her house. Mihailo was driving them, seeking work, teaching them to drive by Canadian regulations, all the time offering them hope and confidence that they would find their way and succeed in their new life. In this effort Mihailo and Sophia were tremendously assisted by their son Dushan who, although busy with his own responsibilities, always found time to help anyone in need. Mihailo and Sophia’s home and assistance acted as a talisman or a rosary, for all the people who sought salvation in it. From their home young people went through college, found jobs and began a new life. It is impossible at this moment to express enough gratitude to Mihailo and Sofia on behalf of all people who they have helped.

But one thing is certain. Someone has was watching all of this from above.

And Mihailo would still only wish that one more time he could sit in his garden with his Sophia, with good friends, Pero and Anka Mirkovic, Pero and Danica Kraguljac, and the late Dusan Ratkovic, and share with them a glass of red wine and remember the good old days.

And those who did not know Mihailo well enough, are probably wondering why he decided to just now, when he had achieved everything a man could wish for in life to accomplish, he went alone to a new world. However, we who know him well know that his decisions are firm and irrevocable. He did it because he saw that his task in this life is fulfilled. And now Mihailo will be up before all of us to stand in front of St. Peter, for whom no big questions will be asked. The doors to heaven are open to Mihailo. We present here, when we one by one proceed on our journey, we will have our Mihailo there to receive us, and teach us again what to do, how we should behave, where to get a Social Insurance Number and Health Care Card. Even above, Mihailo guarantees for us.

Mihailo, hvala ti za sve, thank you for everything.

Zoran Kolundzic

Orthodox Christians lost a fearless bishop with the death November 15 of Patriarch Pavle, long-time leader of the Serbian Orthodox Church. A man of exceptional humility and a tireless voice for peace in the Balkans, he was widely regarded by his fellow Serbs and many others as a living saint.

Born Gojko Stojcevic in Croatia, orphaned in childhood, he was raised by an aunt. He graduated from a Belgrade gymnasium, then studied at the seminary in Sarajevo. During World War II, he took refuge in the Holy Trinity Monastery in Ovcar. After the war, he worked as a construction worker in Belgrade, then entered monastic life at Blagovestenje monastery in Ovcar where he took the name Pavle. He lectured at Prizen Seminary, then went to Athens for two years of study of the New Testament and Liturgics, writing prolifically on the latter subject.

In 1957, he was ordained archimandrite and later that year consecrated bishop of the Diocese of Raska and Prizen. At this time, he began speaking of the trouble brewing in the Balkans and of the plight of Kosovo. In 1990, he was made Patriarch. (Strips of paper with the names of three candidates were placed on the altar. Two were blown away ( his alone was left; thus his selection.)

One of the most striking indications of his commitment to ascetic life was his refusal to have or use a car. He declared he would own a car only after the last person in Kosovo had one. As a result, he was often referred to as "the saint who walks." As Patriarch, Pavle was noted for appearing late to parish visits because he insisted on taking the bus.

In 1989, at a time when relations between ethnic Albanians and Serbs were getting more tense, he was beaten by a group of Albanians and hospitalized for several months. He refused to press charges against the assailants.

In the years of violent conflict in the Balkans, the western press, ignoring Pavle's words and actions, often accused him of failing to speak out against unbridled Serbian nationalism.

"If we live as people of God," he said in one widely unreported statement, "there will be room for all nations in the Balkans and in the world. If we liken ourselves to Cain who killed his brother Abel, then the entire earth will be too small even for two people. The Lord Jesus Christ teaches us to be always children of God and love one another."

Pavle's desire for inter-ethnic peace in the Balkans was evident and apparent to all who knew or met him. When Jim Forest, as secretary of the Orthodox Peace Fellowship, first met him in 1994, Pavle recalled his long-standing friendships with Jews and Muslim going back to his youth, especially when he lived in Sarajevo. He stressed his readiness "at any moment" to meet with anyone who could help bring the Balkans "a centimeter closer to peace."

While there were Serbian clergy who were partisans in the conflicts that broke up Yugoslavia, Pavle never condoned or authorized anyone to take sides with any group shedding blood or sanctioned any priest's blessing of anyone's weapons. He stated in 1995, "In the context of ongoing events occurring in neighboring republics of former Yugoslavia, the blessing of weapons can only be regarded as sanctioning the use of weapons in a fratricidal war."

On occasion he broke with the Church's tradition of neutrality regarding the government by openly opposing Milosevic.

In the early 90s, Vuk Draskovic, now Serbia's Deputy Prime Minister, was among the first Serbian politicians to accuse the Milosevic government of war crimes. He and his wife were badly beaten and jailed for their stand. In 1993, Pavle wrote to Milosevic pleading for Draskovic's release. In 1997, the Patriarch led an anti-government march, preventing a police attack on protesting students.

In 2000, Pavle called upon Slobodan Milosevic to resign. Once the Milosevic-led government was removed from power, Pavle welcomed the new government.

Patriarch Pavle's contributions to the Orthodox Church are difficult to measure. The amount of material he wrote on various topics such as liturgics and feasts could fill many books. Moreover, he oversaw a Serbian translation of the New Testament in 1984. He was able to heal the Serbian Church's schism with the Free Serbian Orthodox Church and actively sought to heal the schism with the Macedonian Orthodox Church.

The last two years of Pavle's life were spent in hospital while his duties were carried out by Metropolitan Amfilohije. Patriarch Pavle's death was followed by a national three-day period of mourning.

Upon his death, condolences were sent by Pope Benedict, Jewish and Muslim leaders, and leaders representing the entire Orthodox world. Patriarch Bartholomew of Constantinople remarked: "None in this noisy era spoke so softly and yet was heard so widely as he. None spoke less and yet said more. None in our delusional age confronted truth with such calmness as he."

A biography of Bishop Nikolai Velimirovic, published in Belgrade in 1986, bears the title, Novi Zlatoust, A New Chrysostom. Its author, Hegumen Artemije, now a bishop in Kosovo, is not the first to have drawn this comparison. Nearly thirty years earlier, Saint John (Maximovitch), who had been a young instructor at a seminary in Bishop Nikolai's diocese of Zica, had called him "a great saint and Chrysostom of our day [whose] significance for Orthodoxy in our time can be compared only with that of Metropolitan Anthony [Khrapovitsky]. ... They were both universal teachers of the Orthodox Church." In another encomium, Bishop Nikolai's worthy disciple and preeminent Serbian theologian, Archimandrite Justin Popovic, extolled his teacher as "the thirteenth Apostle, the fifth Evangelist."

Bishop Nikolai was born December 23, the feast of Saint Naum of Ochrid, 1880, the eldest of nine children. His parents, Dragomir and Katarina, were pious peasant farmers in the small village of Lelich in western Serbia. As a child, he often accompanied his mother on the three-mile walk to the Chelije Monastery for services, and it was her precepts and saintly example, as he himself later acknowledged, that laid the foundation for his spiritual development.

Sickly as a baby, Nikola never developed a robust constitution, and failed the physical requirements in his application to military academy. With his superior intellectual abilities, however, he gained ready acceptance to the Seminary of St Sava in Belgrade - even before having finished preparatory school. Upon graduating, in 1905, he was chosen to pursue further study abroad, where he earned doctorates from the University of Berne (1908) and from Oxford (1909). Returning home, he became gravely ill with dysentery. He vowed that if the Lord granted him recovery, he would devote the rest of his life to His service. And so it was that later that year he was tonsured at Rakovica Monastery. That same day he was ordained to the priesthood. He spent the following year, 1910, studying in Russia, in preparation for teaching at the seminary in Belgrade. In addition to teaching courses in philosophy, logic, history, and foreign languages (he became fluent in seven), he produced an anthology of homilies that manifest his gift for being able to express profound thoughts in a way that made them accessible to the common man.

With the outbreak of the First World War, Archimandrite Nikolai was sent on a diplomatic mission to England, where he successfully pleaded the cause of the embattled Serbs. In addition, the distinction of his Oxford doctorate helped gain him an invitation to speak at Westminster Abbey. As one Anglican prelate later recalled: "The Archimandrite Nicholai Velimirovich came, and in three months left an impression that continues to this day. His works, 'The Lord's Commandments' and his 'Meditations on the Lord's Prayer' electrified the Church of England. His vision of the Church as God's family, as over against God's empire, simply shattered the West's notion of what it had regarded as the Caesaro-Papism of Eastern Orthodoxy." (Canon Edward West, "Recollections of Bishop Nikolai, Kalendar, Serbian Orthodox Church of USA and Canada, 1979; quoted in Kesich.) Archimandrite Nikolai then took his mission to America, where he enlisted the aid not only of emigrant Serbs, but also of thousands of Croats and Slovenes in their common war with Austria. His spiritual and intellectual strengths made him a very persuasive ambassador for his country, even as he was also - and always - an ambassador for Christ and His Church. Returning home to Serbia in 1919, Archimandrite Nikolai was consecrated Bishop of Zica. The ravages of war had inflicted great physical and emotional damage, and the new bishop applied himself energetically to the work of restoration. He taught religion, helped the poor, established orphanages, and took the helm of the popular spiritual revivalist movement, Bogomljcki Pokret, steering it away from its inclination towards sectarianism. This movement encouraged prayer, the reading of the Bible, and frequent confession and communion. Under Bishop Nikolai's spiritual guidance, its influence spread, and it contributed to a revival of monasticism. Monasteries and convents were restored and reopened, and the flowering of monastic life in turn reinvigorated the spiritual life of the Serbian people as a whole, who responded with esteem and devotion to the leadership of this extraordinarily gifted archpastor.

Bishop Nikolai's gifts were also recognized abroad, and in 1921 he was invited again to America, where in just half a year, he delivered more than one hundred lectures, raised funds for his orphanages, and laid the groundwork for the organization of the Serbian Orthodox Church in America. He returned six years later at the invitation of the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace, the American Yugoslav Society, and the Institute of Politics in Williamstown, Massachusetts. After speaking and preaching for three months in various churches and universities, he returned to Serbia, stopping briefly in England, where he spoke prophetically about what he already clearly saw as the ripening conditions for another great war. On April 6, 1941, German troops poured into Yugoslavia, and the government soon capitulated. Serb mortality in the Second World War was less the result of military action than it was of the frightful atrocities committed by the occupying Axis forces and by the Ustashi, a Croatian terrorist organization that collaborated with the Nazis in return for political support. Some 750,000 men, women, and children were massacred, among whom were many priests, monks, and nuns, while thousands more were sent to death camps in Germany. As an outspoken critic of the Nazis, Bishop Nikolai was arrested in 1941 and confined in Ljubostir Vojlovici Monastery until September 1944, when he was sent, together with Patriarch Gavrilo, to the infamous death camp at Dachau. There he witnessed unspeakable horrors and was himself tortured before the camp was liberated by American troops in May 1945.

Meanwhile, the Communist Marshal Tito was consolidating his power in Yugoslavia, crushing or intimidating his opposition and persecuting the Church. As much as Bishop Nikolai wanted to return to his homeland, he knew that if he did, he would be silenced, and he decided, as did thousands of other Serb refugees, to remain abroad, in order that he might more effectively continue to serve his people.

Bishop Nikolai arrived in America in 1946. In spite of health problems, the result of his ordeal in the camp, he resumed an active schedule: travelling extensively, lecturing, teaching, and writing. He spent three years teaching at St Sava's Seminary in Libertyville, Illinois, before settling, in 1951, at St Tikhon's Monastery and seminary in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where he remained until his repose on March 5/18, 1956.

This final chapter of his earthly life gives little evidence of the fact that Bishop Nikolai was now over seventy years old. He taught at the seminary, becoming dean and then rector; he was a spiritual father for both seminarians and monks; he was a guest lecturer at Holy Trinity Monastery in Jordanville, NY, and at St Vladimir Seminary in Crestwood, NY; he received numerous visitors, whom he counselled and encouraged with his grace-filled words; and when he retired at night it was to write - and to pray.

Prayer was Bishop Nikolai's constant companion in life, and it is fitting that when he died he was found in his room in an attitude of prayer. Christians from all over the world gathered for his funeral at St Sava's Serbian Orthodox Cathedral in New York City. He was buried at St Sava's Monastery in Libertyville, next to the monastery church. Bishop Nikolai, however, had always expressed the desire to be buried in his homeland, and twenty-five years later, on April 27, 1991, his relics were transferred to the monastery of Chetinje, to a spot long reserved for him beside the grave of his blessed disciple, Archimandrite Justin Popovich.

In his writings, Bishop Nikolai left a legacy of enduring and inestimable value, and he is to be honored among the great writers of the Church. His four-volume Prologue of Ochrid, which should be familiar to many of our readers, is already considered a spiritual classic. (One Serbian hierarch declared that "the only two books one needs to digest and put into practice to obtain salvation are the Bible and The Prologue of Ochrid" - quoted in Rogich, p. 237.) A second volume of his Homilies has recently been published (Lazarica Press 1998) and these likewise deserve a place in every parish and Orthodox home library. Among his other works available in English are The Life of Saint Sava (SVS Press 1989), The Mystery and Meaning of the Battle of Kosovo (see review p. 12), The Wise Abbess of Ljubostinja (written during his incarceration there in the early '40s), various other writings in the remaining volumes of A Treasury of Serbian Spirituality (Serbian Orthodox Diocese of the United States and Canada 1989), and scattered articles, sermons, and missionary letters. Other works include: Beyond Sin and Death (1914), The Spiritual Rebirth of Europe (1917), Orations on the Universal Man (1920), Thoughts on Good and Evil (1923), The Faith of Educated People (1928), Symbols and Signs (1932), The Faith of the Saints (an Orthodox Catechism in English, 1949), and The Only Love of Mankind (published posthumously in 1958). We look forward to the time when more of these are translated into English.

While the mere facts of Bishop Nikolai's life inspire awe, such a skeletal portrait does not explain his spiritual magnetism and the soul-penetrating power of his writings. These were the fruit of his life-long striving to know and to serve the Truth, which, in turn, kindled a habit of ceaseless prayer and a practiced consciousness of continually abiding in the presence of God. As Saint John Maximovitch relates in his tribute written two years after Bishop Nikolai's repose:

"The young Velimirovich, while growing in body, grew all the more in spirit. As a sponge soaks up water, so he absorbed learning. Not only one but many schools had him as their pupil and auditor. Serbia, Russia, England, France and Switzerland saw him in their lands as a bee collecting nectar. He not only strove to learn much, he also strove to acquire Truth. Firm in the Orthodox faith, he sought to obtain even with his mind that which faith gives. He did not doubt in the truth of faith; rather, he longed to sanctify his intellect with the Truth, and to serve the Truth with his mind, heart, and will. He developed his mind such that with its fruits he nourished not only himself but others as well. As much as he grew in knowledge, so he grew in spirit. ... Constantly pondering the ultimate questions, he gathered wisdom from everywhere - from learning, from nature, from the happenings of everyday life. Most of all he enlightened his soul with the Divine light, nourishing it with the Holy Scriptures and prayer." One of the most useful pieces of advice that Bishop Nikolai received for his own spiritual life came from an Athonite elder. In response to his question, "Tell me, father, what is your chief spiritual exercise?" the elder replied, "The perfect visualization of God's presence." The bishop later related this to others, adding, "Ever since, I tried this visualization of God's presence. And as little as I succeeded, it helped me enormously to prevent me from sinning in freedom and from despairing in prison" (quoted in Kesich, xv-xvi).

Hegumen Artemije, in his biography of Bishop Nikolai, Novi Zlatoust, draws a more complete hagiographical portrait. Written with the same poetic inclination of its subject, the life conveys Bishop Nikolai's universality even as it focuses on his special bond with his Serbian people. Sharing their characteristically passionate nature, he channelled it into an ardent love for his neighbor and zeal for God, effectively communicated in the following excerpts.

Like the God-seer Moses, [Vladika Nikolai] was a great intercessor before God for his people. ... Like the Old Testament Psalmist, our holy Vladika poured out his soul in his works and in prayer. This is especially evident in his "Prayers by the Lake," "The Spiritual Lyre," and "Prayerful Songs." From his poetic inspiration and fervor arose prayers on the level of the Psalms, like the most beautiful flowers of paradise. Vladika Nikolai's spirit of prayer was so powerful that it often threw him to his knees. He was often seen weeping. He was inflamed by divine eros.* His thirst for God was unquenchable; it could be satisfied only with complete union with God. To this end, Vladika prayed everywhere: in church, at home, on the road, in prison, and in the shadow of German bayonets.

Prayer is the basic means not only for purifying the heart but also for enlightening the mind. It is no wonder that the great masters of prayer in the Orthodox Church and her great visionaries are endowed with the gift of prophecy. This was certainly true of Vladika Nikolai. He foresaw and predicted that which many after him saw and felt: that almighty Europe (as he came to know it during the period of his studies) would be transformed into dust if it destroyed its Christian foundation...

Bishop Nikolai's apocalyptic visions concerning Europe were published by our other great contemporary saint, ascetic and theologian, Father Justin, in his book, The Orthodox Church and Ecumenism (Thessalonica 1974). These penetrating visions are the expressions of Vladika Nikolai's view of the last three centuries (18th, 19th and 20th) of European history as a record of the trial of Christ by Europe, where Europe ultimately banished Christ from its midst. After that "trial," Vladika, an equal to the Apostles, declares with sorrow, "My brothers, the argument has been concluded in our time. Christ departed from Europe as he once did from Gadara at the demand of the Gadarenes. And as soon as He left, war, madness, horror, destruction, and annihilation ensued. The pre-Christian Hunic, Lombardian and African barbarism returned, in a form that was a hundredfold more horrible. Christ took His Cross and His blessing, and departed. There remains only darkness and stench..."

Our holy Vladika also saw through and predicted the suffering of the Serbian people because of their sins:

"Those who educate by blinding rather than by enlightening - what will You do with them, O Lord? They turn Your children away from You, and prevent them from approaching Your Grace, for they say: '"The Lord" is an archaic term of your dead grandparents. It is an old amulet, which your grandparents used to wear but they have died off. We shall teach you how to till the earth, how to fatten the body, and how to dig for gold, which shines more brilliantly than the dead Lord.'... What will You do with these corrupters of Your children, O Lord?"

"I shall do nothing to them, for they have done everything to curse their own seed and breed. Truly, they have prepared a worse judgment for themselves and their people than the scribes and Sadducees. For they had the example of these latter, and failed to learn from it. In their old age, they will hear sabers rattling at their threshold.... It will be worse for them than for the Babylonians, when in their might they used to worship blood and gold.... First will come hunger, such as even Babylon never knew. And then war, for the sake of plundering bread, from which they will return defeated. And then an internecine slaughter and burning of cities and towns. And then diseases, which the hands of physicians will not dare touch..." (Prayers by the Lake).

In another place he writes:

"The leaders of the people are misleading them. What will You do with them, O my Lord?

"They are leading the people astray for their own profit. ... They do not teach the people truth, but feed them lies the year round. They are incapable of doing justice, so instead they intimidate the people by scaring them with a worse injustice of times past. They pillage for themselves and their friends..."

"What will You do with them, O Lord?"

"They have done everything themselves; I have nothing to do but to leave them to themselves. ... They will see their homes in flames, and will flee their own land, hungry and sickly. They will see foreigners in their land, and will beg them for a piece of bread. ... They will hear their names being cursed, and will not dare to show their faces..." (Ibid.) Prayerful and clairvoyant, filled with evangelical love to the point of forgetting himself, Vladika Nikolai was a true father and pastor to his rational flock. And he truly sacrificed his whole self for that flock to protect it from wolves and to preserve it intact. If one of his entrusted sheep left the flock and went astray along the aimless path of heresy or godlessness, Vladika would cry out with tears: "My heart is sick with sorrow, my Lord, and my eyes do not cease to be wet with tears, for many do not taste Thee, but rather seek food for themselves on the fields of hunger" (Prayers by the Lake).

Vladika found time not only to "write and chant," but also to act. And his life was indeed full of activity. In his two dioceses, Ochrid-Bitol and Zica, everything was renewed, regenerated, and developed. It was as if Vladika held a pen in one hand and a hammer and chisel in the other. In his own village of Lelich, he built a "beautiful, glorious memorial church, that the Liturgy of both this world and the [heavenly] be sung in it." As it was with the holy Apostles, he both had nothing and possessed everything. Much wealth came into his hands, only to pass right through them - to where there was misfortune, tears, orphans... He kept nothing for himself. /.../

Vladika became the spiritual father of the entire Serbian Orthodox people. Many turned to him for spiritual counsel: priests and monks, merchants, officers, soldiers, workers and peasants, old and young, Serbs and Russians - all who had any kind of spiritual problem, whether personal or relating to the nation as a whole. Out of this came a spiritual treasury - over three hundred missionary letters. Although these are addressed to specific individuals and contain answers to concrete questions, they are of universal and lasting value. Those who read them will find answers to many of their questions and the resolution of many of their problems, as well as support for zeal for the truth, for the faith, and for God's justice.

Vladika loved the Serbian people, especially the simple people, the peasants; but he did not idealize or idolize his nation. He knew well their sins, and he despised these sins, as a mother despises the festering wounds of her beloved child. What Vladika loved was the image of Christ in the people's soul. For him the Serbian people were Christ-bearers, and servants of God.

Vladika loved the Serbs, his own people, very much, but he did not love them to the exclusion of others. He hated no one; he hated only evil and sin, whether that of his own people or of another. He hated "false Christianity" (vis. "A Necklace of Coral"), which is capable of inflicting the most monstrous crimes in the name of the Blessed Christ. But he did not hate the perpetrators of those crimes. He pitied them, as one pities the gravely ill.

Given Vladika's zeal for God and his evangelical way of life, it is not surprising that he had his opponents and enemies, for, as the Apostle Paul asserts, all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution (II Tim. 3:12). Whenever Vladika labored most for the good of his nation, people were found, inspired by the Evil One, to attack and slander this God-pleaser. And then there arrived the inhuman foreign occupier, who, as a blind weapon of the devil, carried out a brutal and crude persecution of the saintly Vladika through expulsions and imprisonments, jails and camps, inflicting upon him many insults and misfortunes. The suffering and witness of this great ascetic and preacher of the Gospel continued even as he lived out his final years in a foreign land.

Amid these trials, Vladika never became discouraged; he never wavered in his belief in the "final victory of the good." At the end of his life, he was able boldly to repeat the words of the Apostle, I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith (II Tim. 4:7).

No portrait of this holy hierarch would be complete without mention of his humility, that essential spiritual safeguard. A world-class scholar, an internationally recognized statesman, exceptional orator, prolific writer, and gifted spiritual leader, Bishop Nikolai at the same time preserved a childlike guilelessness and simplicity that betokened his otherworldly orientation. Canon Edward West, the Anglican prelate quoted earlier, remarked warmly on this aspect of the bishop's character: "Whether it be a garden party at Buckingham Palace or dining with the Archbishop of Canterbury, or watching with detached pleasure while a group of his beloved Serbs were dancing a 'kolo,' or comforting a widowed 'popadija,' he was always the same beautiful person" (quoted in Kesich, xvii).

Today, when Serbian people are experiencing yet another trial by fire, they can look with hope and prayer to this great and wise shepherd of souls, who is able even now to guide them out of their present misfortune, along the path of repentance and renewal to their heavenly homeland, where he awaits their company in the choir of the saints.

Bosko died peacefully at home on January 15th, 2006 at the age of 75. He was the cherished father of Danica (Diane) Claus and proud grandfather of Jonathan Michael. Bosko was the son of Vido and Joka Masanovich and brother of Rose Reddick (Ford), Olga Papetti (Tony), Nick Masanovich (Diane) and Walter Masanovich (Pat). Predeceased by his sisters Milka Djonovich (2002) , Dara Kovacevich (2011) and his brother Barney Masanovich (2003) . Survived by numerous nieces and nephews. Bosko was an active board member of the St.George Serbian Orthodox Church. He was a Niagara Regional Police Officer for 32 years, retiring in 1990. Memory eternal.

Submitted by : Masanovich Family

Savo was one of the members of the Serbian Church that helped develop the property, volunteered for many events, dedicated countless hours and supported St. George Serbian Church.

At 43 years of age, Savo married Radmila. After 5 years, they had a daughter Andjelka. Savo worked at General Motors for 38 years. Savo had many family in Bjelo Polje and Beograd, where he spoke to frequently by telephone or by mail. Savo also has a niece in Australia Victoria that he finally had the opportunity to meet with when VIctoria and her husband Murray came to Canada on 2009 for a visit.

Savo was a dedicated husband and father and will be missed deeply.

Submitted by Andjelka Sirianni

"For everything there is an appointed season. And a time for everything under heaven. A time for sharing, a time for caring, A time for loving, a time for giving, A time for remembering, a time for parting, You have made everything beautiful in its time. For everything You do remains forever."

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"With the saints give rest, O Christ, to the soul of your departed servant, where there is neither sickness, nor sorrow, nor sighing, but life everlasting. You only are immortal, who has created and fashioned man. For out of the earth were we mortals made, and unto the earth shall we return again, as You commanded when You made man, Saying to me: for the earth you are and to the earth you shall return. Whither, also, all we mortals wend our way, making of our funeral dirge the song: Alleluia, alleluia alleluia."

Archpriest Neil Connaught passed away in Fort Erie, Ontario, Canada on Saturday afternoon, August 26, 2006. Following a memorial service in Niagara Falls, Ontario, on Monday, and the Divine Liturgy and priestly funeral in Lackawanna, New York, on Tuesday, Father Neil will be laid to rest at Holy Trinity Monastery Cemetery on Wednesday, August 30.

Father Neil was an exemplary pastor (and a good friend.) He was born and grew up in southern New Jersey. He was raised in the Roman Catholic faith, in a parish where the liturgical revival was cultivated, in the good old days before Vatican II. He went to historic St Mary's Seminary in Baltimore. He served as a priest in the Ukrainian Catholic Church for several years in Hamilton, Ontario. He then came to the Russian Church Abroad. He was ordained a priest by then-Archbishop Vitaly of Montreal in 1975. He served as second priest at the church of the Protection of the Mother of God in Hamilton, Ontario, where he was loved by his "synodia" of pious elderly people because he loved the liturgical life of the Church and frequently served weekday services.

His wife, Matushka Anne, was a native of Hamilton. Soon Fr Neil began to serve the tiny parish of St Nicholas in Buffalo, New York. He and Matushka moved to the border town of Fort Erie, Ontario, to be near the parish. For most of the rest of his years St Nicholas Church was his life. He endured many difficulties. He had to deal with refractory parishioners, although most of his people held him in love and esteem. His health was never good, especially because he suffered from diabetes. Nevertheless, he was very active. For some years he would often travel to Holy Trinity Monastery, where he loved to attend or celebrate the divine services in the monastic setting.

In Buffalo he was unflagging in celebrating services and particularly zealous in visiting the sick. He would spend long hours typing up services to make them easier for choir members to sing. He made sure his monthly schedule of services was always available in both Russian and English. He took pains to read Russian sermons to his flock. Even though he didn't speak Russian fluently, he regularly served in Church Slavonic. His main concern was the well-being of his parishioners. He tried, with some success, to attract a few new people to the little parish. As time went on, he and Matushka were what kept the church going. They spent countless hours cleaning and caring for the church. The parish may have numbered some twenty-five people, yet for Fr Neil it was a full-time job, and he worked even to the point of exhaustion. There weren't many children around, but the few who came found in Fr Neil and Matushka ready and good teachers of the Orthodox faith.

Father Neil cultivated good relations with all Orthodox churches. He frequently visited the neighbouring Serbian Orthodox Churches, and at times he filled in as a supply priest or acting rector. He had some Serbian parishioners, and frequently joined them in Slava celebrations. He was on good terms with local clergy of the Roman Catholic, Ukrainian Catholic and Polish National Catholic Churches, because he was a good person, a good friend and a good neighbour, always ready to help anyone and everyone. His care extended to little dogs and cats, too.

Fr Neil was very devoted to the Most Holy Mother of God and to good Saint Anne. He frequently celebrated the Liturgy of the Presancitfied Gifts in Great Lent, even though few people attended. Father Neil began his final podvig in May of 2001. He suffered a stroke, from which he only partially recovered, and then later in the year a more serious stroke, which left him completely paralysed and bed-ridden. For the last five years Fr Neil was cared for by his devoted Matushka Anne at home - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Unable to eat normally, he had to be given a feeding tube. He would show by some sign that he was aware of his surroundings, particularly when he was visited by a priest or bishop. His sick room was filled with prayer, icons, recordings of church services. Finally, purified like gold in the fire by unimaginable sufferings, he left the frail tabernacle of the body and has doubtless entered into the joy of his Lord.

Please remember Archpriest Neil in your prayers. Remember also Matushka Anne, who shared his parish labours and then selflessly became his nurse. Father Neil and St Nicholas Church were her whole life, and now she will have to adjust to a new life, with God's grace.

Hieromonk German Ciuba

"The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.Where there is hatred, let me sow love;where there is injury, pardon;where there is doubt, faith;where there is despair, hope;where there is darkness, light;and where there is sadness, joy.O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seekto be consoled as to console;to be understood as to understand;to be loved as to love.For it is in giving that we receive;it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life." - St. Francis of Assisi

"23rd Psalm The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."

The 23rd Psalm: "The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

Zivko used to say that from Plavanj one could see the whole world plus two villages. In 1973 Zivko moved to Niagara Falls On. Upon his arrival to Niagara Falls he was accepted as a Church member and Chanter and later held the position of Church secretary and was an active choir member. After his retirement he would go to his Plavanj to enjoy his summers there. The heart stopped of one believer and principal man. He passed away on Ivanjdan (Birth of St. John the Baptist) in his 87th year of life. His example of respect towards others and his positive soul will remain.

Zeke Yovanovich

"When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little... but not too long, And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once was shared Miss me...but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And I am on my way. The drama began when we were first born I've finished my part in the play. When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds Miss me...but let me go."

"When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little... but not too long, And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once was shared Miss me...but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And I am on my way. The drama began when we were first born I've finished my part in the play. When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds Miss me...but let me go."

"We do not lose the one’s we love, they only go before. Where there is everlasting life, and sorrow is no more. And there the soul shall always live, and peace is everywhere. We do not lose the one's we love God takes them in His care."

"God saw you were getting tired,And a cure was not to be.So he put his arms around you,And whispered, “Come to me”. A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands now rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us,He only takes the best."

"God hath promised Strength for the day, Rest for the labor, Light for the way, Grace for the trials, Help from above, Unfailing sympathy Undying love"

"We miss thee from our home, dear We miss thee from thy place. A shadow o'er our life is cast. We miss the sunshine of thy face We miss thy kind and willing hand. Thy fond and earnest care. Our home is dark without thee We miss thee everywhere. AT REST! "

"The Lord’s Prayer Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory, forever and ever, Amen."

"With the Saints give rest, O Christ, to the soul of Your servant, where there is neither sickness nor sorrow, and no more sighing, but life everlasting."

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference."

WITH HEAVY HEARTS AND SORROW WE ANNOUNCE THE PASSING OF OUR HUSBAND AND FATHER MILAN MICO MARIJAN ON FRIDAY, JULY 31, 2015. MILAN WAS BORN IN A FAMILY OF SERB NATIONALISTS IN LIKA TO BRANKO AND ANKA MARIJAN, AMONGST HIS BROTHERS DJORDJE, MARINKO, DUSAN AND SISTER MILICA. HIS FATHER DIED IN BATTLE DURING W.W. II AND HIS BROTHERS EMIGRATED WITH THE ROYAL SERBIAN ARAMY (CETNIKS), LEAVING MILAN, DUSAN AND HIS MOTHER ANKA TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES. THROUGH THIS ENVIRONMENT HE FORGED A SENSE OF INTEGRITY AND STOIC ATTITUDE TO HIS WORLD AND ITS SURROUNDING. FROM THIS HE GAVE OUR ENTIRE FAMILY THE TOOLS TO COPE THROUGH THICK AND THIN, FOR THIS WE ARE ETERNALLY THANKFUL. HE MARRIED HIS TRUE LOVE MILICA MARIJAN IN 1961. IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES THEY IMMIGRATED TO CANADA AND BUILT A PROSPEROUS AND TRANQQUIL LIFE. DAD RETIRED, DABBLED IN THE GARDEN, HAD DRINKS WITH HIS FRIENDS, MADE HIS OWN SLJIVOVICA AND TRAVELLED TO HIS HOME IN PODUM LIKA AND VINCA, SERBIA ANNUALLY. HE LOVED HIS FAMILY HERE AND IN SERBIA, LOVED POLITICS AND LOVED THE PRICE IS RIGHT. HE ADORED HIS GRANDKIDS SASHA, ALEKSA, SOFIA AND STEFAN AND THEY ADORED HIM. PREDECEASED BY HIS THREE RROTHERS AND SISTER, HE LEAVES BEHIND) HIS WIFE OF 53 YEARS MILICA. HIS SON GEORGE (DJORDJE) AND HIS DAUGHTERS DUNYA (DUNJA) AND BIANCA (BRANKA), GOOD FRIENDS, A LARGE FAMILY HERE AND IN SERBIA, LIKA AND SCATTERED WORLD WIDE. DEAR DAD, WE WILL MISS YOU AND NEVER FORGET YOU. YOUR BELIEFS AND LIFE STORY WILL LIVE ON IN THE HEARTS AND SOULS OF YOUR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN. LOVE YOU, BE AT PEACE AND UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.

"God saw you were getting tired,And a cure was not to be.So he put his arms around you,And whispered, “Come to me”. A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands now rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us,He only takes the best."

A father is a teacher with a gentle, guiding hand; he is someone very special, who is quick to understand. A husband is a soulmate, with a faith that’s real and strong; a shoulder you can lean on, when anything goes wrong. Bude was a warm and loyal friend, who's heart was full of love; he will forever guide us, with hope, from above.

"Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel God, with great wisdom you direct the ministry of Angels and men. Grant that those who always minister to you in heaven, may defend us during our life on earth. Amen"

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect,give rest to the souls of Thy servants, O Saviour,keep it safe in that life of blessednessthat is lived with Thee.In the place of Thy rest, O Lord,where all Thy saints repose,give rest to the soul of Thy servant,for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"23rd Psalm The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."

"THE HAIL MARY Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen."

"O God, The Creator and Redeemer Of All the Faithful, Grant to the Souls Of Thy Servants departed The remission of all their sins That through pious supplications They may obtain the pardon Which they have always desired Who livest and reignest World without end. Amen."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

Mitar was born in Stari Bar, Crna Gora on March 8th, 1924. He left Yugoslavia in 1948 and immigrated to Canada in 1951, leaving behind his mother, 2 brothers and two sisters. Even though they lived miles apart for 55 years, they still enjoyed a close relationship. Mitar moved to Niagara Falls in 1955 and married Ljubica Djonovich in 1960. They enjoyed 43 years of marriage and had two children, Danica and Danilo and one grandchild, Stephen.

Mitar was a long time member of the St. George Church and held positions on the Board as Vice President and President. He was a member of the choir for many years and cherished the friendships he made through his involvment with the church. Mitar was a man of strong convictions and is someone others could always trust and depend on. He was a loyal husband, a dedicated father and shared a special bond with his children. The memories we've shared and the lessons he taught us from the start will always be with us wherever we go, because like him, they will be kept in our hearts. Vjecnaja pamjat.

Mirovich Family

Blazo was born in the village of Crmica, Crna Gora on March 7th, 1906. He came to Canada in 1926 at the age of 20 and worked in the mines in Kirkland Lake. He married Milka Masonovich in 1938 and resided in Holtyre, On. They had 7 children, sons Eli , Nick and daughters Lillian, Helen and Stella surviving. He was a loving Jedo who was adored by his 12 grandchildren. They moved to Niagara Falls in 1946 and purchased a home and 12 acres of farmland. The doors of the Djonovich home were always open to the Serbian community. Blazo was a long time, founding member of the St. George Church and worked very hard on the grounds and construction of the church. Church was very important to Blazo and he bestowed the Kumstvo of the St. George Church to his son Eli Jonovich. Blazo was a hard worker with strong principles and values. Vjecnaja Pamjat.

Djonovich Family

Sava was born in Padej, Banat, Serbia on January 27, 1920, son to Nedeljko "Lala" and Djurdjina who both attended and worked at Padej's Saint Nicholas Orthodox Church. Nedeljko was tutor and pojac. Sava was brother to Milivoj, Ivanka, and Andjelka

Sava passed away peacefully with family members and friends at his side on Friday, December 16, 2005. He is sadly missed by his wife Milica, daughter Vukica Nikolic (Tiosav), son Milos, grandson Strain and great granddaughter Courtney.

Mr. Sava Popov grew up in Padej and worked with his family tending sheep, fruit, and vineyards. The Popov name was a well known name in the Padej area. In 1943 he was introduced to and married Milica from nearby Novi Knezevac. In the spring of 1944, they celebrated the birth of their daughter Vukica.

In the summer of 1944 Sava joined the Dobrovoljci (Ljoticevci) army. Later that year, Sava left Serbia and lived in a refugee camp in Italy. In 1945, Sava left Italy and traveled to Manchester, England where he became a British subject and lived and worked for 7 years. In 1952, Sava arrived in Toronto, Canada. After traveling about Canada he settled in Niagara Falls, Ontario to work in the tunnels of the Sir Adam Beck Generating Station. Sava later worked in the tobacco fields of New Delhi and the Norton Company in Chippawa before becoming an iron worker "rod man" in the Niagara area until his retirement in 1975.

Sava's wife and daughter, Milica and Vukica, arrived in Niagara Falls via Halifax in the spring of 1954 after finally being allowed to migrate from Jugoslavia. In 1955, Sava and Milica celebrated the birth of their son, Milos.

Sava worked hard and lived a simple life while always helping others and being and active member and supporter of the Saint George Serbian Orthodox Church of Niagara Falls.

Submitted by daughter and son Vukica Nikolic and Milos Popov.

"Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen."

"Grieve not for me, nor mourn the while, for happier would I be to see you smile. Let no tears fall since I have passed away, but miss me and remember me each day. Live your lives as I would want you to, and treat thy fellow man as I would do. And when your time has come, your lives be through, I shall be waiting here for each of you."

"God saw you were getting tired,And a cure was not to be.So he put his arms around you,And whispered, “Come to me”. A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands now rest.God broke our hearts to prove to us,He only takes the best."

"Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep—I am the thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glints in snowI am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle, autumn rain.As you awake with morning’s hush,I am the swift, up-flinging rushOf quiet birds in circling flight,I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry— I am not there, I did not die."

"God looked around his garden, and He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest, God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain, He knew that you would never get well on earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. So he dosed your weary eyelids and whispered “peace be thine”. It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone, For part of us went with you, the day God called you home."

"Do not mourn for me, for I have not left you. Look in the eyes of my children and grandchildren and you will find me there."

Passed away peacefully, at the age of 85, on Saturday January 27, 2018 at the St. Catharines General Hospital. Beloved wife of the late Petar (1990). Loving mother of George (Anne) and Rajko. Dear grandmother of Alexander and Alexis. Sister of Rada Vrakela (Mile); dear aunt to their children Milica (Zoran) and Stevan (Irene) and many other nieces and nephews from around the world. Godmother to Simica, Ljubica, Radmila and Jovan. Predeceased by her sisters Mika, Ljubica and brothers Milan and Stevo. For over 40 years, Milka was the owner and operator of the Belleview Tavern. She was hardworking, tough, courageous, and Silvertown’s “Dear Abby” - dispensing advice whether you wanted to hear it or not! She was famous for her cooking, her patience with ‘those less fortunate, and the generosity of her indomitable spirit. As a young woman, she defied her family and flied communist Yugoslavia. She traversed hundreds of kilometers by foot fo follow her true love Petar, into Austria. They were married in Salzburg, emigrating to Canada with the help of the Red Cross in 1957. While in the internment camp, she showed her entrepreneurial bent by taking in laundry and working at the local farms to earn money. After arriving in Montreal by ship, they lived and worked in Toronto and Hamilton. They both worked hard but she worked three jobs (full time factory, evenings worm picking and weekends as catering help), rented all the spare rooms in their house to bachelors (and cooked for them). They saved and invested in real estate, and then bought the Belleview Tavern and moved to Niagara Falls in 1974. She loved her Belleview and the wonderful patrons who passed through the doors. She also remembered almost every single one of them. A great memory. A great lady.

Passed away at the St. Catharines General Hospital, after a courageous battle with lymphoma, on Monday November 14, 2016 i ln his 86th year. Dearly beloved husband of Milica for 56 years. Dear father of George and his wife Joanne of Grimsby and Nenad and his wife Nichole of Pittsburgh, beloved Deda to four granddaughters: Sarah, Georgia, Daniela and Mara. Much loved brother of Nikola and his wife Sonja. Beloved Cica to nephews Sasha and Ognjen and their families. Beloved brother to Srpko, Marta, Nada and their families in Europe. Will be missed by many dear Kumovi, cousins, friends and neighbors in North America, Europe and Australia. Predeceased by his parents Simo and Milosava and his brother Milan. Kosta was a long time devoted member of St. George and St. Archangel Michael Serbian Orthodox Church in Niagara Falls, St. Nicholas Serbian Orthodox Church in Hamilton, the Serbian League of Canada and the Organization of Serban Chetniks “Ravna Gora".

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Grieve not for me, nor mourn the while, for happier would I be to see you smile. Let no tears fall since I have passed away, but miss me and remember me each day. Live your lives as I would want you to, and treat thy fellow man as I would do. And when your time has come, your lives be through, I shall be waiting here for each of you."

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"DAILY POEMBy F. A. Hardwicke A Happy Family Meet Emil; note his shoulders square; His sympathetic eye; A chance to lend a helping hand He will not let pass by! Successful Le; has many friends For he has won respect; His word's his bond - a promise made He never will neglect! His wife; she has a beauteous charm; If you, her chance to meet, With welcome smile and pleasant word She always will you greet! Her name is Anne; she's popular And that's quite rightly so. To friends she's even loyal Her eyes with kindness glow! They have two sons; the older one It's “Emil", number two; He's musical, piano plays, Piano-accordion, too! And Nicky; he's the younger, He's the family’s pride and joy; Just see him when he romps and plays; ‘Tis fun without alloy! O, may the Powers above protect And this fine family bless, Give best of health to each of them, Long life and happiness. Niagara Falls Review, Friday, November 25, 1948"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"God gives us love, something to love he lends us."

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"Ја сам Васкрсење и живот: који верује у Мене, ако и умре, живеће. И сваки који живи и верује у Мене, неће умријети вавијек. (Јн. 11, 25-26)"

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."

"With the spirits of the righteous made perfect, give rest to the soul of Thy servant, O Saviour, and keep it safe in that life of blessedness that is lived with Thee. ln the place of Thy rest, O Lord, where all Thy Saints repose, give rest to the soul of Thy servant for Thou alone art the Friend of Man."