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Discerning the Counsel of God When the Soul Wakes from a Dream Epigraph “Yet I was always in your presence; you were holding me by my right hand. You will guide me by your counsel, and so you will lead me to glory.” — Psalm 73 (Grail Translation) The disciple returned after some days. Not at the hour he usually came. Earlier. When the light was thin and the air still cool. He stood again without speaking. The elder did not look up. After a long while the elder said, St. Arsen

Eastern Christian Phronema and the Patience of Truth “Teach your mouth to say what is in your heart.” — Abba Poemen “Do not try to discern the things of God with your intellect, but with purity of heart.” — St. Isaac the Syrian There are moments when reading the Fathers does not console us but unsettles us. Not because they contradict the Gospel, but because they refuse to meet us where we expect clarity to be delivered. A story is told. A silence follows. A tension remains u

Obedience Learned in the Fire of Waiting Lord my God You who see the heart before it speaks You have placed me in a narrow place where there is no path forward and no way back only fire I do not understand this waiting but I offer it to You as one who has nothing else to give Strip me of the haste that is born of fear and of the obedience that seeks reward Do not allow my heart to make peace with comfort or delay If You have commanded me to remain then remain with me lest my

On the Angelic Hunger for Silence, Solitude, and an Undivided Heart Disciple: Abba, my heart has become restless among men. Even when I am loved, even when I serve, something in me remains unsatisfied. Silence calls to me with a force I cannot explain. Is this pride? Am I fleeing love? Arsenius: If it were pride, you would feel enlarged by it. If it were escape, you would feel relieved. Tell me, do you feel either? Disciple: No, Abba. I feel exposed. As though something withi

Remaining Truthful When the Way Forward Is Hidden There comes a moment in the spiritual life when the soul is no longer permitted to advance by expansion, but only by truth. What once felt like calling now feels like silence. What once gave form to identity is gently taken away. This is not abandonment. It is a change of governance. Scripture does not call this failure. It calls it obedience. “Be still and know that I am God” is not spoken to beginners, but to those who have

Desire, Obedience, and the Slow Way Toward God Silence is often imagined as something we enter once the noise of life has been quieted and the conditions are right. Yet wisdom teaches otherwise. Silence is not reached by arranging circumstances but by consenting to the ones given. It is not seized by intensity of desire nor proven by the depth of longing we feel. It is received through patience obedience and trust. The desire for God is holy and real. It is often the first gi

There are moments when an ache rises in me with the precision of a blade. It is not sorrow and it is not despair. It is exile, the mark of being far from a homeland I have never walked, yet cannot forget. There is a certainty that I was fashioned for a Life I have not yet touched, and the distance burns like cauterized flesh. The tasks before me are good. Caregiving. The unseen prayers whispered in a quiet room. The work of Philokalia Ministries offered into the vastness beyo

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