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The Anger No One Wants to Admit - Faith Without Consolation IV
When prayer becomes accusation and love becomes protest “How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?” Psalm 12 (13):2, Grail Translation ⸻ There is an anger that feels forbidden. Not the anger that flares and passes. But the anger that settles into the bones. The anger that grows slowly in the shadow of unanswered prayer. It is the anger no one wants to confess because it feels like betrayal. Because it feels blasphemous. Because it
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 174 min read


When Prayer Feels Like Betrayal - Faith Without Consolation I
On standing before God when the heart cannot follow “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?” Psalm 21 (22):2, Grail Translation ⸻ Series Introduction — Faith Without Consolation There are seasons in the spiritual life when prayer brings no comfort, when God seems silent, and when faith no longer feels like faith. The fathers and modern elders did not hide this reality. They lived it. They wrote of the darkness that strips the soul of every support, not to destroy it, but t
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 146 min read


The Fire That Is Born From Affliction
On the tears that mark the soul’s passage through humiliation into the joy of Christ “Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.” Luke 6:21 ⸻ Synopsis of Tonight’s Group on The Ascetical Homilies of St. Isaac the Syrian Homily 6 paragraphs 24-26part 1 St. Isaac does not flatter us. He does not tell us that the ascetic life is noble. He tells us it burns. He does not tell us it is peaceful. He tells us it wounds. He does not tell us it feels like fulfillment. He tells
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 114 min read


The Oil That Was Never Meant to Convince Anyone
On the hidden glory of a faith that does not know it is being seen “He who lives united with God transforms everything into prayer.” attributed to St. Charbel Makhlouf Glory to Jesus Christ! Yesterday I went into her room for something ordinary. Laundry. Nothing more. The quiet obedience of daily life. The kind of task that disappears as soon as it is done. Her room was as it always is. Still. Worn by suffering. Held together by prayer. The icon of Saint Charbel was there. It
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 93 min read
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