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The Weariness That Comes at Sixty
There comes a point in life when a man realizes he is tired. Not depressed. Not hopeless. Not wishing for death. Simply tired. Tired in his mind, tired in his body, tired in his soul. He looks back and sees years of striving. Years of carrying responsibilities, meeting expectations, building projects, teaching, caring for others, solving problems, remaining accessible, pushing himself forward through discipline and determination. Much of it was good. Much of it served others.
Father Charbel Abernethy
Jun 172 min read
Vessel of Fire
The heart was not made merely to survive, but to become spacious enough for the Spirit of God. “As much as the soul goes forward and progresses, so much does it thirst for God.” — St. Isaac the Syrian There is a dangerous temptation in the spiritual life: To desire relief more than God. We ask for peace. We ask for clarity. We ask for healing. We ask for answers. We ask for some inward quieting of the storm. Yet the saints often desired something deeper and far more terrible.
Father Charbel Abernethy
May 193 min read
To Remain Is to Die
Consent without understanding, without possession, without self “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” — Saint Peter There is a point where the spiritual life stops rewarding you. Not because God has withdrawn. But because you are no longer allowed to live from yourself. What once gave you a sense of direction begins to fail. What once sustained your prayer becomes dry. What once confirmed your identity no longer speaks. And you are left with somethi
Father Charbel Abernethy
May 14 min read
The Sin of “Not Enough”
When the Heart Turns Manna into Dust “Can God spread a table in the wilderness?” — Psalm 78 There is a moment in the psalm that should make us uneasy. Not because it speaks of rebellion in some distant people, but because it speaks with such painful accuracy about us. God gives. And it is not enough. He opens the rock. Water flows. It is not enough. He rains down manna. Bread from heaven. It is not enough. He leads, protects, feeds, sustains. And still the murmur rises like a
Father Charbel Abernethy
Apr 303 min read
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