PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

To love is to suffer. Everyone says this, yet no one really believes it until the truth begins to bruise the heart. To love the Church, to give yourself over to her with the simplicity of a child and the seriousness of a vow, is to suffer at her hands. They never tell you this in seminary. There are no courses on how to bear praise without pride or how to endure humiliation without despair. They speak of kenosis and self emptying love. They teach the vocabulary. But no format

(Meditation of Psalm 118/119 Grail Translation) “It was good for me to be afflicted, to learn Your statutes.” The psalmist’s words have ceased to be poetry for me; they are blood and breath. I believe them more than I believe in my own existence. For when every certainty was stripped away—reputation, belonging, even the seeming usefulness of priesthood and labor—what remained was the naked truth of God’s love, fierce and unsparing. Affliction has become my teacher, and its la