PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

Morning had not yet broken, but something in the darkness felt thinner, as if the night had been stretched to its limit. I sat where I always do, half-in shadow, half-in longing, waiting for God and not knowing why. St. Sophrony stood near, as though he had never left. ⸻ Disciple:  Father, you spoke of despair as a threshold. If that is so, then what stands beyond it? What comes after the breaking of the heart? Where is resurrection found? St. Sophrony:  Resurrection is never