PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

The cold of the morning still clung to the stones of the church and to the breath of those who entered. Winter has a way of telling the truth. It exposes the fragility of the body and the ache of the heart. And yet within the walls of this holy temple there was a warmth that did not come from heat or shelter but from love made visible. The love of God that does not retreat from the coldness of the world but enters it and transforms it from within. Among all that was beautiful