PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

The Alphabet the Desert Knows and Modern Christianity Has Forgotten We live in a time drunk on credentials. Degrees stacked like armor. Screens glowing with answers that arrive faster than desire can form a question. Artificial intelligence promising mastery without submission. Even theology is often treated this way now, a system to be analyzed, optimized, defended. God spoken about fluently, while remaining untouched. Abba Arsenius stands in the middle of this illusion and

David’s relationship with the Lord was always wrapped in deep love and faith yet carried the weight of weakness and infidelity. The Scriptures do not hide it. They open the heart of a man who could sing to God as few ever could and yet fall as deeply as any man ever has. This reality speaks to me—not simply because I bear his name but because his story has become the mirror in which I see the truth of my own heart. Psalm 89 sings of covenant love that endures through every st

In the dim cell of a mountain hermit, a single oil lamp flickers. The night has been long, filled with psalms and tears. St. Isaac sits near the wall, weakened from illness but watchful. His disciple, a young monk trembling from what he has seen, kneels nearby, unable to find words. ⸻ Disciple:  Father, my heart trembles at what my eyes have witnessed. That brother, how can flesh endure such fire? He struck the ground again and again as though his bones were not his own, as t