PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

When Silence Becomes the Most Honest Sermon There comes a moment, if grace is merciful and the heart finally yields, when a man sees that much of what he called ministry has been noise, and much of what he called service has been the ego dressed in liturgical fabric. He sees the delusion not in others but lodged in his own marrow. And in that moment he knows that the most loving thing he can do for the Church, for the world, for the souls entrusted to him, is to step back fro

The most dangerous idols are never carved. They breathe. They speak Scripture fluently. They wear vestments and titles and identities we cherish with trembling hands. I have learned this: There is no instinct more subtle or more deadly than the desire to build a name for God that is really a monument to myself. The Fathers speak without flattery. Abba Poemen once said, “A man may seem to be silent, but if his heart condemns others, he is speaking continually.” Silence can be

O Lord, when I stand before You I am stripped of every illusion. There is no incense to veil the truth no gentle choir to drown out the rebellions of my heart. I see the wilderness within me and the barren stones that once I imagined were altars. It has been forty years and I still complain about the manna as though the work of Your hands should conform to the cravings of my tongue. I read of Meribah and Massah and I wince not because they seem distant but because they feel l