PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

A reflection on hidden fidelity There is a loneliness that does not come from rejection, but from being mis-seen . Not dismissed. Not contradicted. Simply translated into terms that never quite reach the living center of the heart. I speak of desire. What is heard is function. I speak of a love that has grown slowly through silence, repentance, and endurance. A love that is no longer curious or idealistic, but sober and costly. What comes back to me are questions about form,

The disciple found St. Charbel at his work, his hands moving steadily, his lips barely stirring, his eyes resting upon the ground as though the earth itself were an icon to be venerated. The air around him seemed gathered into prayer. Disciple:  Father, I have been thinking much about my life. I feel the weight of the world pressing upon my heart. There is so much suffering, so many causes that demand attention. I fear that my life is too small, too hidden, to matter. St. Cha