PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

Where the Cry of Forsakenness Becomes the Only Hope “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”  Psalm 22 Tonight the weight is not theoretical. It is not an idea about suffering. It is the ache of it. The loneliness of others presses in. The quiet despair of those who wake up each day and carry what no one sees. The isolation that settles into the bones. I feel it and I include myself among them. There is a strange mercy in being unable to turn back. I cannot rummage through