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Part I: St. Paul the Hermit - A Dialogue in the Desert on Psalm 69 and the Ascetical Heart of Christianity
The Seeker and St. Paul the Hermit The desert breathes with the slow rhythm of evening. St. Paul the Hermit sits at the entrance of his cave, the sand warm beneath his hands, the silence heavy and alive. The seeker approaches with hesitation, carrying a psalter worn thin with prayer. Seeker: Father, my soul cries out with the psalmist, “Save me, O God, for the waters have risen to my neck. I have sunk into the mud of the deep and there is no foothold.” This is how I feel when
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 195 min read
Where the Desert Turns Black: A Psalm 37 Cry from the Depths
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
Father Charbel Abernethy
Nov 183 min read
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