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Obedience Learned in the Fire of Waiting Lord my God You who see the heart before it speaks You have placed me in a narrow place where there is no path forward and no way back only fire I do not understand this waiting but I offer it to You as one who has nothing else to give Strip me of the haste that is born of fear and of the obedience that seeks reward Do not allow my heart to make peace with comfort or delay If You have commanded me to remain then remain with me lest my

The Long Yes of the Heart “Remain where you are, and the fire will teach you what obedience truly is.” — Abba Arsenius (after the Desert Fathers) Disciple: Abba, does God at times make us wait for years, even when it seems that He Himself calls with great clarity and directness? Arsenius: Yes, my child. Often He calls quickly, but He leads slowly. Disciple: This waiting confuses me. It feels unlike the story of the rich young man. There, the Lord stands before him, Love Incar

A Dialogue with St. Barsanuphius on Waiting, Purity of Heart, and the Gift of the Holy Spirit Disciple: Abba Barsanuphius, the Lord says, Ask and you shall receive; seek and you shall find; knock and it shall be opened.  I ask, yet often I feel empty. I seek, yet the way seems hidden. I knock, yet the door does not open. What is lacking in me? Barsanuphius: Child, you ask with your lips, but your heart is still learning how to wait. The promise of the Lord is not false. But t

On the Angelic Hunger for Silence, Solitude, and an Undivided Heart Disciple: Abba, my heart has become restless among men. Even when I am loved, even when I serve, something in me remains unsatisfied. Silence calls to me with a force I cannot explain. Is this pride? Am I fleeing love? Arsenius: If it were pride, you would feel enlarged by it. If it were escape, you would feel relieved. Tell me, do you feel either? Disciple: No, Abba. I feel exposed. As though something withi

Remaining Truthful When the Way Forward Is Hidden There comes a moment in the spiritual life when the soul is no longer permitted to advance by expansion, but only by truth. What once felt like calling now feels like silence. What once gave form to identity is gently taken away. This is not abandonment. It is a change of governance. Scripture does not call this failure. It calls it obedience. “Be still and know that I am God” is not spoken to beginners, but to those who have

A Colloquy on Remaining in Mercy When Strength Fails Soul God, what does it mean to remain standing in Your mercy. How do I know that I am loving You or that I am being loved. Not forgotten. Remembered. This feels like uncharted territory, not in thought but in living. I call Your Name in the Silence and nothing answers the way it once did. You say Remain. Yet I feel like a man dying. Strength draining. My eyes are closed. I am breathing, but shallowly. I feel my heart beatin

Ascetic Waiting at the Edge of the World John stands at the edge of the world, neither inside its comfort nor entirely outside its need. He does not flee creation, yet he refuses its consolations. The desert is not his protest but his truth. There, stripped of noise and reputation, his life becomes a single gesture of waiting. Not the waiting of one who delays obedience, but the waiting of one who prepares the way by removing every obstacle within himself that would hinder th

The Unhurried Rhythm of Divine Providence There is a rhythm in the divine life that refuses haste. It moves with a serenity that unnerves us because it is free of all compulsion. When the Scriptures speak of Christ coming in the fullness of time, they unveil something that governs every hidden corner of the spiritual life. The eternal Son did not tear the heavens open in a display of irresistible force. He waited until the Father willed it. He waited until Israel’s long ache

There are moments when an ache rises in me with the precision of a blade. It is not sorrow and it is not despair. It is exile, the mark of being far from a homeland I have never walked, yet cannot forget. There is a certainty that I was fashioned for a Life I have not yet touched, and the distance burns like cauterized flesh. The tasks before me are good. Caregiving. The unseen prayers whispered in a quiet room. The work of Philokalia Ministries offered into the vastness beyo

The disciple came at dusk, the sky bruised with purple and fading gold. He sat at the elder’s feet because the weight in his chest was too heavy to stand beneath. The elder waited. He did not ask why the disciple had come. He could see it in the eyes: sorrow, hunger, and something like fear. ⸻ Disciple:  Father, my heart feels as if it has been split open. Longing burns through me like fire, yet I walk still in the desert, not knowing when or if I will ever cross into rest. S

A Hesychastic Meditation on Psalm 37 (Grail) There are mornings when I wake already in combat. No sound, no movement, only the sudden pressure of thoughts that strike like arrows the moment consciousness returns. As Psalm 37 whispers, “Do not fret because of the wicked,”  I see the enemy clearly: not people, not circumstances, but the shadowed distortions that descend unbidden. The wickedness is within. The torment is unseen. The mind begins its arguments before the body move

Meditation on Psalm 132 Grail Translation For as long as I have worn the priestly stole, the words of this psalm have burned quietly within me: “I will not enter the house where I live, nor go to the bed where I rest. I will give no sleep to my eyes, no slumber to my eyelids, till I find a place for the Lord, a dwelling for the Strong One of Jacob.”  They have always been my compass, an unyielding call to seek a dwelling for God that is not built by hands. Through the years,