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Before I Depart to Be No More
I have come to see with frightening clarity how brief this life is. My life is no more than a breath. Yet when I speak these words Psalm 42 rises up in me. As the deer longs for running streams so my soul longs for you my God. My days pass like mist yet something in me thirsts with a hunger that will not die. My soul thirsts for God the God of my life. Even in this brevity something eternal stirs. God’s hand has been heavy upon me. It breaks open the hardness of my heart. It
Father Charbel Abernethy
2 days ago3 min read
A Terrible Mercy
Psalm 94 - The Evergetinos and the Humiliation of Logic There is a moment when the Word of God cuts straight through every illusion we have about righteousness and justice. Psalm 94 does not soften the blow. It names the violence of a world where those who carry the sword of judgment often wield it against the innocent, where injustice hides behind the veneer of legality, where condemnation is drafted on paper but written in blood. Can judges who do evil be your friends? They
Father Charbel Abernethy
7 days ago3 min read
Part II: St Paul the Hermit on “The Modern Ascetic in a Secular Age”
A Discourse from the Desert The cave is quiet after the seeker departs. Night gathers over the sands. St Paul sits in prayer for a long time, then slowly opens his eyes, as if perceiving someone unseen before him. His voice becomes both a whisper and a flame, carrying the weight of ancient wisdom into the age to come. St Paul the Hermit Speaks: Children of this age, listen with sobriety, for the path of asceticism has never been more necessary, nor more obscured, than it is i
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 205 min read
Nothing Left but God: A Psalm in the Ruins of Trust
A Personal Reflection in the Shadow of Psalm 73 There are days when Psalm 73 feels like it was written for the soul that has grown tired from too many years of wrestling with God, with men, and with the hidden places of the heart. The psalmist begins with a truth he clings to almost defensively: Truly God is good to the pure of heart. Yet he immediately confesses the fracture beneath that affirmation. But as for me, my feet came near to stumbling. My steps had almost slipped
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 203 min read
When God Keeps the Soul in His Memory
Synopsis of Tonight’s Group on The Ascetical Homilies of St. Isaac the Syrian Homily 5 paragraphs 24-28 St Isaac reveals a truth that is both luminous and frightening. He tells us plainly that nothing shapes the soul more profoundly than the afflictions God allows. In prosperity, the heart drifts. It forgets that it is a creature, and begins to imagine that the strength of its own hand has gained these things. In comfort, the soul becomes dull. In praise, it becomes intoxicat
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 193 min read
From Gollum to Grace: Seeing Ourselves in the Light of the Saints
Reading the Evergetinos as a Mirror of Who We Are and Who We Are Meant to Be There are moments when reading the Evergetinos that feel like holding a pure and burning coal in the hand. The stories of the saints shine with such goodness and mercy that they seem almost impossible for us. Not because they are irrational or exaggerated but because they reveal a way of being that exposes the poverty of our own hearts. We glimpse in them what the human person becomes when grace has
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 183 min read
The Divine Ethos Beyond Justice: Reading the Evergetinos with Open Eyes
Synopsis of Tonight’s Group on The Evergetinos Hypothesis XXXVIII Paragraphs 10-13 and Hypothesis XXXIV Section A: There are moments when the Evergetinos confronts us with a vision so stark and so luminous that it seems almost uninhabitable. It is not a juridical vision of justice. It is not a measured discourse about the protection of innocents. It does not weigh competing moral claims or concerns about equity or rights. What it reveals is something else entirely. It opens b
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 173 min read
A Meditation on Love, Suffering, and the Folly of the Cross
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
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 133 min read
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