The Mystery of Light in History – The Three Holy Hierarchs

Priest Aleksandar (RTOC)

When time exhales its last breath and its flow ceases, only that which is above time remains. And in that realm where heaven and earth sing with one voice, in the depth where the voices of the saints merge into the liturgy of the unwaning day, three pillars of light stand: three Hierarchs, three paths in one Way, three voices of one Truth.
Their history is not merely written in books, nor are their names inscribed only with ink. They are recorded in the very essence of the Church, in the song sung by angels, in words that do not perish but ascend like incense before the throne of God. St. Basil the Great, St. Gregory the Theologian, and St. John Chrysostom—three faces that shine in uncreated light, three preachers of Truth, three heralds of the living God.
When the world was in turmoil, when heresies surged like dark waves, when human hearts wavered between truth and deception, these three saints arose like thunder from the heavenly firmament. Each of them, distinct in his gift yet equal in spirit, bore a flame that did not consume but illumined.
St. Basil the Great—a warrior for truth, a fire that purifies.
St. Gregory the Theologian—a mystic who heard what human tongues cannot utter.
St. John Chrysostom—a shepherd who shaped human hearts with the word of the living God.
They were not merely men; they became the voice of God in time, a song that echoes through the ages.
These three are not mere historical shadows but three flames still burning in the Heavenly Liturgy.
They stand at the altar above all altars, where there is neither sun nor moon nor night, for there, only the Lamb shines.
And their word, which has not perished but now burns even brighter, calls all of us to enter into that light, to drink from that fountain, to become what they have become—a living flame of God’s Truth.
Let us enter this light. Let us uncover the mystery of the Heavenly Liturgy of the Holy Three Hierarchs.
Behold, time has halted, but their word does not cease.
Three saints, three lights, three golden tongues that sang the same song—now standing in the Heavenly Liturgy, where there is no shadow, where all is light and glory, where truth is not in words but in being itself.
Look!
Do you see the angels gathering, reverently witnessing the Mystery above all mysteries?
Do you see how the heavenly hosts burn with love, how all is united in one harmony, in one voice, in one Name—the Name of Him Who Is?
St. Basil stands as a cherub, with eyes piercing eternity.
St. Gregory, a mystery among mysteries, hears an ineffable melody, one no created mind has ever perceived.
And St. John?
Oh, John Chrysostom, your word has not fallen silent, for now it dwells in the eternal Gospel, in the living word that flows like myrrh over all ages.
The world may change, the earth may perish, but those who have become one with God do not vanish. For God is not the God of the dead but of the living, and they live in Him, in His light, in His truth.
Whoever seeks the truth, let him come to them.
Whoever thirsts for righteousness, let him drink from their lips.
Whoever wanders in darkness, let him lift his eyes—for they still shine, as three beacons guiding through the restless waters of this world.
And we, sinful and weak, what remains for us but to lift up our praise, to sing with fear and love the song the angels sing in the heights:
“Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts! Heaven and earth are full of Your glory; Hosanna in the highest, blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord.”
Pray for us, that we too may one day enter into that light, into that Kingdom where there are no tears, no death, where all becomes one eternal Liturgy.
And who can express the light that shines beyond time?
Who can comprehend the path of a fire that burns yet is not consumed?
Behold, in the space where there is no shadow, in the mystery where all exists as one voice, three lights stand in perfect harmony—three tongues, yet one word; three beings, yet one mind.
From eternity, three golden pillars resound, three angelic voices, three currents of one ocean, three heartbeats of the One Who Is.
Their names are written in the books of time, but their essence is not of this world.
St. Basil the Great holds lightning in his hands and an unquenchable light in his heart; he stands as a prophet in the darkness of time.
Look how his face shines, how his words blaze like a sword that cuts through all impurity!
He fears no emperors; he does not tremble before the threatening gaze of the mighty, for his eyes have long pierced into eternity—what could dust do to him?
His voice is thunder, and his soul is the temple of God, unshakable and holy.
He is the pillar that upholds the Church, the power that shatters the walls of evil.
His hand blesses, but his whip drives out those who defile the sacred.
Oh, Basil, unyielding prophet, your fire is not of this world, yet the world burns in it and is freed from corruption!
St. Gregory the Theologian
Silence.
But not an empty silence, rather the silence from which the Word is born.
He stands within the cloud that beholds the glory of God and hears what human ears cannot grasp.
His tongue flows like a celestial river—deep, clear, yet terrifying to those who cannot navigate it.
When he speaks, minds are set ablaze, hearts soar, spirits tremble before the depth they cannot fathom.
He is not of this world, though he walks in it; his mind has long been immersed in the mystery of the Triune Unity.
Who can understand this man unless the Holy Spirit Himself leads him by the hand?
Oh, St. Gregory, unapproachable luminary, in whose words burns the mystical fire! You are the mind of minds, the voice that surpasses voices, the one who has seen what lies beyond the veil of this world!
St. John Chrysostom—You are the word that bears life
Listen!
Do you not hear?
A voice breaking the silence, but not like a storm—rather like light piercing the darkness.
Oh, how his words are both honey and fire, how love and severity intertwine within them, how hearts tremble at their sound!
He walks the earth, yet does not belong to it.
His mouth is a fountain of living water—whoever drinks from it shall never thirst again.
See how the people gather to hear him, how the angels stand in a circle when he lifts his voice!
For his word is not his own, but the Spirit’s, speaking through him.
Oh, St. John, shepherd who shaped human hearts with the Word, how could we not glorify you? Your words do not perish; they now burn even brighter, like a light that never fades!
One Light, Three Flames
And here they are!
Three lights, yet one light.
Three voices, yet one harmony.
They stand in uncreated light, in that which is not of this age, but of eternity.
They are three tongues of one song, three roars of one river, three sparks of the one Fire that is God Himself.
The world cannot divide them, for they are not three but one in the Spirit.
None is greater, none is lesser.
They are three paths in one Way, three drops in one ocean, three stars in a single night shining above this world.
And now they stand in the Liturgy of the Unwaning Day, in a temple not of stone but of glory.
Where words cease, where all bells fall silent, where hearts pause before the mystery—they still speak.
For their word is from eternity, and it will not end as long as there are those who seek light in darkness.
Oh, Holy Three Hierarchs!
Pray for us, that we may enter the unwaning Light!
Amen. Amen. Amen.
The Mysterious Paths of the Three Saints
Three pillars, three lights, three fires that are not of this age. They came as lightning into the dark night; their words shone like a heavenly hymn; their lives were a testimony to the Truth.
St. Basil the Great – The Fire of Cappadocia
Born in Caesarea of Cappadocia in the year that was not born by chance—329 AD. A child of a holy family, raised in the abundance of spiritual wisdom, enlightened by both human and divine knowledge. His mind, sharp as a blade, unmasked heresies; his heart, like a burning bush, was unquenchable in love for Christ.
He was consumed in toil, fasting, and prayer. And when time had reached its fullness, in 379 AD, his soul departed to where it had long since dwelled—to the light that does not fade.
St. Gregory the Theologian – The Voice That Is Born from Silence
Born in Arianzus, near Nazianzus in Cappadocia, in 329 AD, in the same world that could not comprehend him. His mind, deep as an ocean, immersed in the mystery of the Trinity, beheld what others could not even begin to perceive.
When they called him to power, he fled into silence. When they offered him splendor, he chose tears. And when his time came, in 390 AD, his soul, light as a breath, ascended into the eternal One of whom he had so often spoken.
St. John Chrysostom – The Thunder That Pours Out Honey
Born in Antioch in 347 AD, in the city where the name “Christian” was first spoken. From his early youth, he thirsted for truth, leaving behind all—his studies, honors, and the world’s glory—to become a disciple of Truth.
He spoke, and the world trembled.
Proclaimed Patriarch of Constantinople, yet he was more a soldier of the Cross than a ruler. His word was fire, but it did not merely ignite men—it burned away demonic lies. Thus, he was persecuted, tormented, and exiled. But his last breath in 407 AD was not a cry—it was a hymn: “Glory to God for all things!”
And now, while time continues its course, they stand outside of time, in the Liturgy of the Unwaning Day, in the light that cannot be extinguished.
Three messengers, three witnesses, three pillars—who still call the world into the Truth.
To Him, the Uncreated Light, who dwells in the Mystery above all mysteries, to Christ our God, be glory forever and ever. Amen.


Remember Me, O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, by the Prayers of These Your Saints!