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Job, the Desert Fathers, and the Sorrow That Cannot Be Explained “My only food is sighs, and my groans pour out like water.” — Job 3:24 There are passages in Scripture that feel almost too honest to read aloud. Job’s lament is one of them. He does not begin with theology. He does not begin with endurance. He does not begin by defending God, correcting himself, or forcing hope into language that his heart cannot yet bear. He curses the day of his birth. He wishes darkness had

Speaking of Christ in the Furnace Without Lying About the Fire “In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord.” - Psalm 77:2 There is a way of speaking about God’s providence that feels like a hand pressed too quickly over a wound. “God has a plan.” “It’s all for the best.” “He won’t give you more than you can handle.” To a person whose body is breaking down, whose future has narrowed to medical appointments and fatigue, whose friendships have thinned because suffering makes oth

A Continued Dialogue with St. Arsenius the Great “Why have you come here? If you would be saved, remain where you are.” — St. Arsenius the Great The Disciple: Father, when last we spoke, you told me to remain. I have done so. Yet the longer I remain, the less shape my life seems to have. What once gave coherence has fallen away. I am still here, but I no longer recognize the form of my own life. Abba Arsenius: Good. The old forms were not life. The Disciple: At first I feare