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Thank God for everything!

Thanking God, as the holy fathers write, is the most effective remedy for despondency. The most correct attitude of a Christian is one of gratitude. Only then will our voice be heard in the general choir of Angels and people singing a song of praise to God.

Unfortunately, we have forgotten how to accept gifts. We receive gifts from God for granted and are pettyly depressed that God has not given us something. Therefore, dear friends, let us learn to thank God together.

Let's make a list together of what each of us can thank the Lord for today.

Thank God for everything!

Thank You, Lord, for the gift of Yourself that You have given to me.
Thank you, Lord, for life, the ability to love, make friends, think, breathe.
I thank You, Lord, for all the beauties of the created world - the starry sky, endless fields, mountains rising high, the shining sun, the sound of leaves, the blow of the wind.
Thank You, Lord, for our family and friends.
Thank you, Lord, for the cheerful children's laughter.
Thank you, Lord, for health and strength.
Thank You, Lord, for weaknesses and sorrows.
Thank You, Lord, for the opportunity to pray to You.
Thank You, Lord, for the parents who gave us life.
I thank You, Lord, for Your secret and obvious mercies.
Thank you, Lord, for every moment of joy, for every step in life.
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Glory to Thee, O God, forever.

This list can be continued indefinitely. Everyone will be able to add here their sincere gratitude to God from the heart.

Why is it so important to give thanks?

Thanks to God arises only in a humble heart. If there is no humility, then no matter what mercies the Lord pours out to us, it is not enough for us.

It is very important to thank God and people. And in order to learn to live with a continuous feeling of gratitude, to sanctify all your deeds with humility and gratitude to God, it is useful to follow the advice of the holy fathers and daily, several times a day, say out loud or mentally gratitude to God for everything! If we do not have gratitude to God, we will be worse than animals. The prophet Isaiah says: The ox knows its owner, and the donkey its master’s manger (Isa. 1:3).

Without knowing how to thank, we do not receive other gifts. Isaac the Syrian wrote: “Gratitude from the one who has received the good inspires the Giver (that is, God) to bestow even greater gifts.”

God's love for us cannot allow any evil to come to any person who strives for Him. Everything is allowed by the Lord for the benefit of the person himself, especially when we endure illnesses and severe sorrows. God Himself is “sorry” to punish us, but He is forced to do this out of love for us. It is useful to make it a rule to thank the Lord three times daily for all His love and providence for the human race and for each of us personally.

We must thank God every minute

“Glory to Thee for Thy secret and obvious mercies...”

One of our favorite akathists, entitled with the words that, according to legend, St. John Chrysostom said while dying in exile, can be called a “song of thanksgiving”, an inspired response from its author, the spiritual child of the Venerable Ambrose of Optina - Metropolitan Tryphon (in the world Boris Petrovich Turkestan , 1861-1934) to the call of the Apostle Paul: “Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in everything” (1 Thess. 5:16-18).

Many of the spiritual children and associates of Bishop Tryphon, who suffered for Christ, have already been glorified by our Church as saints.

And the Lord protected Bishop Tryphon, to whom the words of the church chant: “Earthly angel and heavenly man” can be fully attributed, from prisons and camps. But this does not detract from his feat.

During the difficult years for the Fatherland and the Church, the Bishop was one of those whose prayers the Russian Church withstood and defeated its persecutors.

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In 1929, Bishop Tryphon wrote an amazing akathist of gratitude to the Lord, which became his spiritual testament. This akathist has some features that distinguish it from a number of traditional hymns intended for general church use: it is written in modern Russian, and not in Church Slavonic, as was customary, and has a deeply personal character.

In the akathist, Lord Tryphon boldly introduces his “I” into the fabric of the poetic narrative and turns to the Creator from the depths of his heart, from the depths of his earthly existence.

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It is known that this inspired hymn to the Creator and His creation spread throughout Russia for decades through church samizdat, and in the 1970s it was first published abroad.

During the first publications, the authorship of the akathist was mistakenly attributed to the priest Grigory Petrov, who died in exile. Later, when the appearance of the akathist in print became possible in the homeland, the work of Metropolitan Tryphon, indicating his authorship, became known throughout the church.

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“Glory to God for everything”—these words contain the main spiritual experience of the Russian Orthodox Church during the most severe persecution ever suffered by the Church of Christ in history.

Let us remember that Metropolitan Veniamin (Kazansky) of Petrograd, innocently convicted and sentenced to death, ended his speech with these same words in 1922 at the trial of the confiscation of church valuables.

Christ himself said: “Take courage: I have overcome the world” (John 16:33), and therefore, no matter how difficult and sad the events of earthly history may be, the power of God always prevails.

There is a mortal battle going on, and we know that Christ has already defeated the enemy of the human race, but each of us must also win. The resurrection became possible only after Golgotha. The countless sacrifices for Christ of the new martyrs and confessors of Russia in the bloodiest 20th century in the history of Russia became their victory, which opened the way to eternal life for them.

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The great son of Russia sings about this, thanking God for “all Your known and hidden blessings, for earthly life and for the heavenly joys of Your future Kingdom,” so that, “having multiplied the talents entrusted to us, we entered into the eternal joy of our Lord with victorious praise: Hallelujah!

According to Theodosius Kudryashov, “the main idea of the entire akathist is revealed in the last kontakia and ikos: this is the theme of suffering, the necessary carrying of one’s Cross, rejection of oneself and likening to Christ: “How close You are in the days of illness. You Yourself visit the sick, You bow down at the suffering bed, and the heart talks with You. You bring peace to the soul during times of severe sorrow and suffering.”

The logical conclusion is the chanting and thanksgiving of the Holy Trinity: “O all-good and life-giving Trinity! Accept thanks for all Your mercies and show us worthy of Your benefits, so that, having multiplied the talents entrusted to us, we may enter into the eternal joy of our Lord with victorious praise: Alleluia! Hallelujah! Alleluia!

Thus, Feodosius Kudryashov notes, “the akathist “Glory to God for everything,” so unlike all other akathists, is a literary masterpiece that combines deep faith and the poetic gift of divine inspiration.”

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The akathist “Glory to God for everything” invariably shocks us with the beauty and power of love and gratitude to God for everything that the Lord has created out of His infinite mercy for us sinners, even in this material world where we are only wanderers.

What then will the righteous see in the Kingdom of Heaven?!

Glory to God!

She loved it very much when her name was Verochka. Well, or Vera Pavlovna, at worst. Oh, she despised her last name. Boguslavskaya. It seems to sound beautiful, but in reality it is an empty phrase. Well, no matter who, she wasn’t going to praise God. She hated Him! With every fiber of my soul... The reason for this was “childhood psychological trauma.” It was this that Vera Pavlovna explained her disgust for everything that was connected with religion. No not like this. To everything that was connected with Orthodoxy! Even now, being already an accomplished woman, a well-known surgeon throughout the region, she kept remembering that terrible night...

Verochka ran into the house, took off her felt boots, and tried to quietly walk past Baba Nyura. Did not work out:

- Verka, come here! How many days do you wander past icons without crossing your forehead?

She heard her mother sigh loudly in the next room. What could she, poor thing, do? When dad drowned, life became very difficult for them. Baba Nyura felt like a full-fledged mistress of the house, so she did not stand on ceremony with her daughter-in-law. Vera also got it, although, admittedly, less. Baba Nyura liked to say that “you can still raise her to be a smart girl, unlike her mother.” So she raised me: she frightened me with stories about eternal torment in hell, and forced me to learn prayers by heart. And, most importantly, according to the teachings of Baba Nyura, everything that was good and interesting turned out to be, in fact, a sin! Her mother once sewed her a blouse from a piece of chintz. Beautiful. Red peas! And Grandma Nyura yelled at her so much for this that her mother even cried:

- Yes, what did I do?! Is it really bad if a girl goes to school dressed up?

But Baba Nyura was adamant:

- Look, what did you think! Dress her up like some kind of... Don't spoil my girl! With her outfits... She has no reason to stand out among others! And, if she now has two shirts, then let her give your new thing to someone else! We, the Boguslavskys, have always lived modestly and according to God’s laws! Have you heard, Verka? I wish I could give away the blouse tomorrow!

- Will not give it back! – Verochka shouted.

- Oh, won’t you give it back?! - Baba Nyura squealed, - well then look what I will do with your shameless peas!

And she began to tear it with such frenzy that my mother even stopped crying.

“There’s no sin,” Baba Nyura muttered, having caught her breath, “it was there, but it’s all gone.”

And then my mother, who was usually silent when talking about God, suddenly asked:

- What is sin, Anna Kuzminishna?

Baba Nyura looked at her for a few seconds, and then said irritably:

- These outfits of yours, and all sorts of obscenities - this is a sin!

Since then, my mother has not asked anything more about God. Verochka also tried to keep quiet. Therefore, when it was impossible to slip past Baba Nyura, she obediently went into her room.

“How many days have you not prayed, you damned one?”

“I don’t remember,” the girl lowered her eyes.

“She doesn’t remember,” Grandma Nyura grimaced, “go figure, you don’t forget to go to school!” I know, I know what they teach you there... Everything, but not the main thing! Come on, get on your knees, repent that you don’t listen to your dear grandmother, and you’re still whispering in the corners with your shameless mother. Or did you think that I was very old and couldn’t hear you giggling on the stove?!

Verochka felt that she couldn’t do it anymore. She cannot remain silent when her mother, her quiet, modest and very kind mother, is insulted like this. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists and said firmly:

“Mom is not shameless, and we whisper because you always yell at us!”

“Isn’t your mother shameless?” Baba Nyura laughed, “how shameless she is!” Look how bravely she married my son to herself! She wagged her tail, but he was glad to try - he brought an armless lazy girl into the house! What can she do, your mother?!

“She can do everything,” Verochka whispered, “you just don’t allow her to do anything.”

Baba Nyura rose from her knees, took a towel from the table, soaked it in a bucket of water, and menacingly ordered:

“Quickly kneel down in front of the icon and repent of everything you just said to me.” Otherwise I’m moving the towel over my back so much that it doesn’t seem like enough!

Verochka became scared. So scary that even my head was spinning. Why did the wet towel scare her so much? I raced across the river with the boys, jumped from the roof into a haystack with my friends, even fought with the boys - and it wasn’t scary! And then I got scared... She dropped to her knees, raised her eyes to the icon, and said everything that Baba Nyura told her to say. Betrayed by the mother, therefore. I stood up - my legs felt like cotton wool, my soul felt unbearably heavy. Verochka locked herself in the room with her mother, covered her head with a blanket, and whispered:

- Lord, if You exist, make sure that Baba Nyura stops torturing us! Let her at least fall through the ground, if only all this would stop! At school they tell us that you are not there. But it seems to me that You still exist... Well, please respond! Do something! At least something!

So she fell asleep - all in tears. And in the morning nothing had changed. She kept waiting for a miracle to happen. But the miracle did not want to happen. After school, Verochka came, and mom’s eyes were red again. This means that Baba Nyura reproached her for something again. Verochka still hoped. I still believed... And, in the evening, when Baba Nyura lit the lamp, the girl went up to the icon and said loudly:

- There is no God for you, Baba Nyura. Even if you beat me to death with your towel, I won’t renounce what I said! And don’t you dare force me to pray anymore - I’ll tell Anna Trofimovna everything!

Everyone was afraid of Anna Trofimovna, the director of a rural school. Even Grandma Nyura. Because she was “ideological”. And, it’s dangerous to go against such people... Anna Trofimovna strictly ensured that no one dared to pollute the heads of her students with “religious fairy tales.” I even removed wooden crosses from children with my own hands. But she never touched Verochka Boguslavskaya. Her mother had long ago told her that they lived as decent Soviet people should, but they didn’t listen to Grandma Nyura - what could they take from the old woman? You can't convince them anymore. The director believed her mother and nodded her head in understanding. When Verochka asked why she was doing this, her mother only smiled meekly:

“She’s quite old, why should we collect kites over her head?”

- Of course, old lady! – Verochka was indignant, “she doesn’t consider you a person, and you’re shielding her!”

Mom only sighed sadly, but still did not want to share her troubles with Anna Trofimovna. So, when Verochka threatened that she would tell the director about everything, Baba Nyura muttered through her teeth:

- Raised... You are a Judas, Verka. Underwater snake. Just like your quiet mother...

The girl was still waiting for them to start beating her. But Baba Nyura, as if nothing special had happened, knelt down and began to whisper her usual prayers. Verochka even thought that there was a smell of freedom in the house. It turns out it's so simple! Why was she afraid to object to Baba Nyura before?..

- Mom, did you hear? How do I like her, huh?!

Verochka was feverish. She pressed herself close to her mother, who was knitting something, and tried to meet her eyes. But for some reason my mother was silent.

- Aren't you happy? – the girl was surprised, “She’ll definitely leave us behind now, I’m telling you!”

- Daughter…

Mom finally looked up, and Verochka saw small tears running down her face, leaving behind winding paths on her haggard face.

- Daughter, not everything is so simple...

Verochka sat without moving. She was always sure that mom and dad didn’t believe in God. They never prayed, didn’t go to church, and in general Baba Nyura called them “non-Christs.”

- Verochka, you can’t judge faith like that. One person at a time. Understand?

“No,” the girl admitted honestly.

Mom sighed for a long time, collecting her thoughts, but... she never explained anything to her. I could not. I couldn't find the right words. And Verochka remembered that damned night for the rest of her life - when, frightening her with a wet towel, they forced her to betray her own mother, and God... did nothing. Didn't help at all. From then on, she hated Baba Nyura, her faith, and, at the same time, her last name. By the way, after that incident, Baba Nyura really began to behave more quietly. She shouted at my mother less and less, and no longer forced anyone to pray...

Verochka grew up to be a strong person. Now she is Vera Pavlovna Boguslavskaya - a doctor who is adored by patients, a friend who can be relied on, and who will never betray. Never ever…

- Vera Pavlovna, what a beauty you are! - the nurse Marina flew into the staff room, - And why won’t anyone marry you?!

This girl always amused Vera. There was some special simplicity about her, which for some reason made my heart feel warm and joyful.

- What makes you think, Marina, that they won’t take me? They even take it! At least line up the gentlemen. This, my dear, I don’t want to tie my hands and feet. I still have my doctoral dissertation ahead of me! Oh, you’ll get married, and that’s it! It's gone. Instead of science, wash your socks, instead of operations, cook borscht.

But Marina was not going to give up:

- But, after all, there are married surgeons! And nothing! At work they use a scalpel, and at home they cook borscht.

Vera Pavlovna burst out laughing:

- So they are multifunctional! I can not do that. I need to do one thing.

The nurse looked at her watch and realized:

- Oh, it’s time for me to go home! Why did I come to you? Maybe you should look at my neighbor's son? The boy had a congenital injury...

Vera nodded:

- Of course, I'll take a look. Let them come.

Marina thanked her and, pulling the door handle, muttered:

“It’s okay, Vera Pavlovna, you just don’t know how to love yet... God willing, you’ll understand this, and you’ll have a family.” You are no more than forty years old...

And she jumped out of the staff room, without waiting for objections. Ah, Vera took a mirror out of her purse and began to study her face. She, of course, is already “very” over forty, but so far there are no deep wrinkles. The skin looks fresh without any foundation. Eyes... The eyes are perhaps too serious. But that's not bad, right? Maybe she really still has everything ahead?..

She sighed and put the mirror back in her purse. What Marina was right about was that she did not know how to love. Good disposition, friendliness, responsibility - all this was inherent in her. But in order to love someone, this never happened to her. Vera was sure that only a few were truly capable of love. And, to be honest, love only brings grief. This is true. It is truth. This is what people are so afraid to admit... Take my mother, for example. This is a holy man! That's who really knew how to love!

Mom loved her untimely departed husband. She loved so devotedly and selflessly that Baba Nyura sometimes called her “blessed.” He drowned when Verochka was very little. But my mother lived as if he had never disappeared. She even wrote letters to him... Then, when there were too many of them, my mother burned them. And every day she tirelessly repeated his name. As if he were nearby, as if he were alive... She did not let Verochka forget about her father. Every now and then she said: “Dad wanted you not to cut your braid, daughter,” or “Your father, Verochka, also really loved looking at sunsets.” But how unbearably painful it was for her! And who can count how many tears she shed, remembering how happy she was with her husband? Is this kind of love necessary? Is she worth such torment?!

Mom undoubtedly loved Verochka. She was very meek and never raised her voice to her. If Verochka played a prank or did something completely out of the ordinary, her mother would look at her with her huge gray eyes. And there was so much pain and melancholy in them that Verochka wanted to fall through the ground! It would be better if she screamed, it would be better if she even whipped her with a twig! But my mother loved and suffered in silence. How much she, poor thing, suffered because of her daughter’s tricks...

It’s hard to believe, but mother, it seems, even loved Grandma Nyura. It was she who examined her mother-in-law, who had made her suffer for so many years. Vera could not understand how this was possible. She remembered how happy she and her mother were when Vera was given living space in the city. While she was studying, she lived in a dormitory, and every time her heart sank with pain, remembering that her mother was left with the quarrelsome woman Nyura. Then, of course, she moved her to her place. But as soon as Baba Nyura’s neighbor sent a telegram, mom rushed back to the village. She left to look after a woman who probably never said a kind word to her in her entire life. Vera then cried:

- What is this, mommy?! You endured it for so many years, and now, finally, freedom...

- What are you talking about, daughter! Freedom is when grievances do not drag your heart down. This is freedom. Oh, don't worry about me! My duty is to look after my husband's mother. You know, your dad always respected his parents, and I need to repay my debt too.

“What debt?!” Vera did not calm down, “What are you thinking, mom?”

- We all must, Verochka... We all must love each other.

Yes, who needs such love? How much pain it causes, how much misfortune!

She is gone. For more than five years she had to take care of Grandma Nyura, who had a stroke. And, the saddest thing is that my mother outlived her mother-in-law by only a few months. She fell ill herself... Although Vera was a doctor, she could not help her. Dying, my mother asked:

- Verochka, forgive Grandma Nyura. She is a difficult person... She has suffered a lot of grief. Maybe that’s why she was so embittered. Forgive her, daughter. Do you know how she died? Do you know how I repented in my last hour?..

But Verino’s heart remained stone. No. She doesn't want to be like her mother. She can't do that. Can't handle it. Can't stand that much pain.

- Verochka, call my father to me. I also want to repent.

She did not dare to disobey, but her soul screamed: “Does she have anything to repent of?!” And, in front of whom? To whom to repent?! Before God, who sent her such a difficult fate? Where was He when Dad was drowning? Why did He allow Baba Nyura to offend her for so many years? Her - this holy man!

Mom died, having received communion for the first and last time in her life... But this did not change anything. Vera Pavlovna Boguslavskaya still hated God, Orthodoxy and her last name.

- Hurry up, Vera Pavlovna! - one of the nurses shouted, throwing open the door, - They brought the boy there after the accident! The guy will have to assemble it piece by piece!

The heart beat steadily. It took literally a second to concentrate and feel that my body seemed to have turned into a stretched string. Now anything could happen: even a fire, even a flood. She had complete control over every cell of her body. Vera knew that in the coming hours she would not feel pain in her back or fatigue in her arms. She won’t even notice how someone else’s hands will carefully touch her forehead to remove beads of sweat. There will be absolutely nothing. Except for the man on the operating table, for whom she is responsible.

But this time something went wrong. Suddenly she felt... sorry for this thin boy, who was still too young to die. My heart sank treacherously. Just for a moment. But this was enough to make Vera scared. It should not be! No feelings! No emotions! She can't afford it! Not now, not now...

- Vera Pavlovna?

The nurse looked at her with concern.

- Scalpel.

Why did the voice tremble? What happens in the end?!

And then she understood. She suddenly clearly felt that she could do absolutely nothing. The boy will die. The injuries are too severe. And, even if she stands at this table for several days, she will not be able to change anything. Oh, she wanted it so much... She wanted to help him so desperately!

— Clamp.

She continued to do what she was supposed to do, but some unfamiliar feeling prevented her from fully concentrating on her work. Suddenly a strange thought pierced my consciousness: “You know that you can’t handle it alone.” For at least half an hour she tried to fight herself, but... someone else’s life was at stake. Gritting her teeth, Vera said to herself: “Help me. Help me, and I will also do something for You.”

It was the third hour of the operation. She seemed to have hope...

"Please! Help again! If he survives, I will praise You every time I enter the operating room.”

Minutes ticked by. Her usual calmness was returning to her. Everything worked out... The boy will still live, he will still run...

“Vera Pavlovna, his father can’t find a place for himself behind the door.”

- Now…

She took a few deep breaths and walked out to meet a disheveled man pacing the corridor:

- Everything is fine, do not worry. The operation was difficult, but now everything is behind us.

The man looked her straight in the eyes:

- He…

“Everything is fine, I’m telling you,” Vera smiled joyfully, “he’ll walk!”

The boy's father leaned back against the wall, tears flowing from his eyes:

- I have no one except Mishka. My wife died five years ago. He and I were left completely alone. I didn’t finish watching it, I was afraid to prohibit the purchase of a scooter. The old fool, he thought he would be angry with me for this, and would leave the house...

Vera looked at him without blinking. She had the right to hear it all. She had the right to suffer and rejoice with this stranger. And my heart ached and rejoiced at the same time. Such a strange, wonderful feeling!

“I prayed all the time,” the man wiped his tears, “And for you, doctor, I also prayed.” I asked the Lord to help you in everything. So as not to leave you. Thank God for everything. God bless!

She closed her eyes and whispered quietly:

- God bless.

Natalya Klimova

Suffer for others

By suffering and dying for another, I show the importance of the one for whom I suffer, and thereby speak of his glory, glorify him. The more I serve others, the more I humble myself, the greater the glory from God for me and for the brothers.

By humiliating myself, admitting that I am unable to do something, I testify that Jesus, who lives in me, can do it. And my works according to His will are the fulfillment of His Word to transform me into the image of His Son.

Open face, like in a mirror

Here we see the way of being transformed into the glory of the Lord in the face of Jesus. When we look in the mirror and see NOT OURSELVES, but Him. As we have already said, we are glorified by God through the Son when we achieve our destiny to be conformed to the image of Jesus.

Again, this is His plan. And it does not consist in us changing ourselves, exhausting ourselves. No! We must see the glory of God in the mirror, and then the spiritual law will work in us, then we will be transformed into the image of Christ. Sins will disappear, the love of God will increase in us, the power of God will be demonstrated, the devil will flee, and our ministry will abound in glory beyond the glorious ministry of Moses. This will be the glory from God

God with a capital or a small letter - which is correct?

Answered by Yesenia Pavlotski, linguist-morphologist, expert at the Institute of Philology, Mass Information and Psychology of Novosibirsk State Pedagogical University. - Thank God I passed this exam! - Do not take the name of the Lord in vain...

Surely our reader has happened to be a participant or witness of such (by the way, extremely common) dialogue. Let's face it, a prescription from the religious-cult area in the form of the third commandment of God's law is an unexpected response to an expression of relief and joy. And so, academic success faded, giving way to confusion and embarrassment over what was said.

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Let's figure out why we shouldn't be embarrassed and ashamed for thank God, God and God.

The question of using the word god in general is very complex, since the word is contextual. This means that the correctness of its spelling (uppercase or lowercase) depends on the type and style of the text in which it is used; on the intention of the speaker and his role; and, finally, on what part of speech is in front of us.

There is such an optical toy device - a kaleidoscope. A tube with which you can observe rapidly changing beautiful color patterns. Here, the morphology is like a “tube with multi-colored pieces of glass”: I turned it a little and everything miraculously changed. Dining room is a noun, and dining room (spoon) is an adjective; so - a conjunction close to the introductory word, and so - a conjunction + pronoun, and this despite the fact that the word can be an adverb, a conjunction, a particle and an introductory word, depending on the environment in which it will be located. In the statement “he called me only once” the word one is not at all the same as in the statement “one person once told me...”.

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The word god also behaves differently and has different functions.

If a person is in church and says in prayer: “God, help me!” — before us is the believer’s appeal to the personified Absolute.

If someone, for example, is upset and exclaims: “...God! As much as possible!”, then we have an interjection, and not an address at all, and there is absolutely no point in writing it with a capital letter - even despite the fact that this interjection actually comes from an address to the object of worship.

But here we have the expression “Everything is not thank God” - here thank God is used as a member of a sentence in the meaning of “safely”. And here, too, no capital letter is required.

When it comes to the combination thank God/god, context plays a crucial role. The choice of writing depends precisely on what is in front of us - a common colloquial expression or sincere gratitude.

In our first example, “Thank God I Passed This Exam!” in the context the introductory combination is realized in the meaning 'fortunately'.

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Arkady Milchin, candidate of philological sciences, editor, points out the need to correctly use stable combinations with the words god, lord:

“In numerous stable combinations that are constantly used in colloquial speech without direct connection with religion, God (and also Lord) should be written with a lowercase letter. These include: (not) God knows or (not) God knows (who, what, which) - about someone, something not very important, significant; God (Lord) knows him - unknown, I don’t know; God be with him (her, you, you), (don’t) God forbid, for God’s sake, God kill me, as God puts it on my soul, God forbid (God), offended by God, forgotten by God, to God in heaven, not to believe neither God nor the devil, don’t drive God into the forest if he got into a hut, etc.”

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We also use the word god (with lowercase) in the meaning of 'one of many gods' - for example, the gods of Olympus, the god Svarog.

We use the word God (with capital letters) when directly referring to a single, specific and only supreme being, including when addressing him. Of course, this usage is predominantly found in religious texts. If the context has no connection with religion, the word god is written with a lowercase letter.

These are the linguistic patterns and rules formulated today.

As for the third commandment, more or less close to the source, its interpretation among the people boils down to the prohibition of mentioning God (the specific and only one) in inappropriate situations, even if his name is used as an interjection. From the point of view of a religious person, such word usage is not justified by any of the contexts, since for him this name is sacred.

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That is why, with all that has been said, the issue of using the word god cannot be resolved by simply turning to the dictionary.

You can use the “right to interjection” and refer to linguistic patterns when communicating with a person who sees the world differently; one can defend the right to express indignation with the word “God lord!” and even combine the word “god” with taboo, abusive language - and each time note with superiority that (haha, checkmate) is an interjection, stopping the prepared third commandment.

It all depends on your goal and attitude towards your interlocutor. However, if you wish, you can find other words and means of expression if your primary goal is respect for a person who may be different from you and have different values.