Glorification of Saint Innocent, Metropolitan of Moscow, Enlightener of the Aleuts, Apostle to the Americas
Troparion — Tone 4
O Holy Father Innocent / in obedience to the will of God / you accepted dangers and tribulations / bringing many peoples to the knowledge of truth. / You showed us the way, / now by your prayers help lead us into the Kingdom of Heaven.
Troparion — Tone 4
You evangelized the northern people of America and Asia, / proclaiming the Gospel of Christ to the natives in their own tongues. / Holy Hierarch Father Innocent, / enlightener of Alaska and all America, / your ways were ordered by the Lord! / Pray to Him for the salvation of our souls in His heavenly Kingdom!
Kontakion — Tone 2
A true celebration of the providence and grace of God / is your life, O Holy Father Innocent, Apostle to our land. / In hardships and dangers you toiled for the Gospel’s sake / and God delivered and preserved you unharmed. / From obscurity He highly exalted you as an example / that the Lord truly guides a man in the way he should go.
Holy, Glorious Apostle Thomas
Troparion — Tone 2
You were a disciple of Christ, / and a member of the divine college of Apostles. / Having been weak in faith you doubted the Resurrection of Christ, / but by feeling the wounds you believed in His all-pure Passion: / pray now to Him, O all-praised Thomas, to grant us peace and great mercy.
Kontakion — Tone 4
Thomas, the faithful servant and disciple of Christ, / filled with divine grace, cried out from the depth of his love: / “You are my Lord and my God!”
Monastic Martyr Macarius of Saint Anne Skete, Mount Athos
Troparion — Tone 1
The image of God was truly preserved in you, O Father, / for you took up the Cross and followed Christ. / By so doing you taught us to disregard the flesh for it passes away / but to care instead for the soul, since it is immortal. / Therefore your spirit, venerable Macarius, rejoices with the angels.
Kontakion — Tone 2
As a venerable and proven ascetic, as an honorable and renowned martyr, / and as a model of the desert life, O most exalted Macarius, / we sing hymns of praise to you, / for you have trampled upon serpents.