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Parched at the Well
When the One Who Gives Living Water Reveals the Poverty of a Religious Identity “My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?” Psalm 42:2 I enter the desert of my own heart and there is no romance in it. It is not the desert of icons or poetry. It is dry, wind worn, stripped of illusion. I know the language of living water. I have preached it. I know the mystery of the Bread from Heaven. I have lifted it in my hands. And yet I fee
Father Charbel Abernethy
4 days ago3 min read
When Faith Becomes Bare Existence - Faith Without Consolation V
When nothing remains but the fact that you are still standing before God “I believed, and so I spoke: I am deeply afflicted.” Psalm 115 (116):10, Grail Translation ⸻ There comes a point where faith no longer feels like belief. It no longer feels like trust. It no longer feels like anything at all. It becomes something quieter. Something harder to recognize. Something stripped of every emotion that once made it visible. It becomes existence. The man still breathes. He still wa
Father Charbel Abernethy
7 days ago3 min read
Delivered
In gratitude for mercy, in repentance for blindness, in hope for the One thing necessary “I love the Lord, for he has heard the cry of my appeal; for he turned his ear to me in the day when I called him.” Psalm 116:1 Grail Translation ⸻ I love You, O Lord, because You have heard me. You have heard me when I did not even know how to pray. You have heard me when my prayer was nothing but exhaustion, nothing but confusion, nothing but silence. You have heard the cry that never r
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 143 min read
The Words That Should Never Have Been Spoken
On the Humiliation of Speaking Without Knowing “Do not boast about your knowledge, for no one knows anything.” Abba Isaiah the Solitary ⸻ It happened so quickly I almost did not see it. Someone spoke. They shared something beautiful. Something real. I could feel the weight of it even before I understood it. But instead of stopping, instead of waiting, instead of asking, I moved to respond. I did not yet understand what they meant. But I spoke anyway. The words came easily. To
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 123 min read
When the Words Begin to Die
On the stripping away of speech and the birth of prayer in hiddenness “Arsenius, flee, be silent, pray always, for these are the sources of sinlessness.” Abba Arsenius ⸻ There comes a point when solitude stops feeling like refuge and begins to feel like exposure. At first, the desert appears to protect you. It removes the noise. It removes the constant friction of personalities. It removes the demands. It gives the illusion that now, finally, you can pray. But then something
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 115 min read
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