PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

In the dim cell of a mountain hermit, a single oil lamp flickers. The night has been long, filled with psalms and tears. St. Isaac sits near the wall, weakened from illness but watchful. His disciple, a young monk trembling from what he has seen, kneels nearby, unable to find words. ⸻ Disciple:  Father, my heart trembles at what my eyes have witnessed. That brother, how can flesh endure such fire? He struck the ground again and again as though his bones were not his own, as t