PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

I stood today in the quiet movement of a tradition older than memory, where nothing was hurried and nothing was forced. The Liturgy did not seem performed, it breathed. It unfolded like something that had always been, as though the air itself were familiar with the prayers and the walls had already heard them a thousand years over. There was a seamlessness in how the priest lifted his hands, not dramatic, not austere, but with the ease of one who knows that God has always bee