PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

The wind moves softly through the palm leaves. The stones are warm with fading sun. In the distance, a cave breathes out the cool air of forty years of prayer. The seeker stands at its entrance, hesitant. St Paul the Hermit emerges with a gentleness that feels older than the world. Seeker:  Father, there is a longing within me that I barely understand, a quiet pull toward stillness and the hermitage. At times my heart cries with the psalmist, “O that I had wings like a dove t

A Hesychastic Meditation on Psalm 37 (Grail) There are mornings when I wake already in combat. No sound, no movement, only the sudden pressure of thoughts that strike like arrows the moment consciousness returns. As Psalm 37 whispers, “Do not fret because of the wicked,”  I see the enemy clearly: not people, not circumstances, but the shadowed distortions that descend unbidden. The wickedness is within. The torment is unseen. The mind begins its arguments before the body move

Turning Toward Silence Like a Flower Toward the Sun “In God alone is my soul at rest My help comes from him.” Lord, when I speak these words, something in me loosens its grip on the world. I feel the soul begin to descend into a place that is not yet silence but is turning toward it like a flower toward the sun. This psalm names a truth I barely dare to whisper: that my heart longs for the stillness that comes only from resting in You alone. Not in certainty. Not in reputatio

A Desert Reflection in Conversation with St. Thomas Aquinas In a recent reflection I wrote on the Evergetinos , I tried to name the scandal many of us feel when we read stories of monks who refuse to defend themselves, who accept theft, insult, or even violence in silence, as if it were a blessing. Everything in our Western formation cries out that this cannot be right. Someone then sent me a series of texts from St. Thomas Aquinas on peace, justice, rights, judgment, scandal