PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

Silence, Attention, and the Word That Is Equal to God Silence is not an aesthetic preference or a psychological technique. It is the condition in which God speaks Himself. Not information about God, not consolation, not even illumination in the ordinary sense, but a Word that is equal to Himself. Scripture is uncompromising here. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  When God speaks, He does not offer commentary. He gives being. To

"Infans", the God Who Does Not Speak The One through whom all things were made enters the world without words. The Gospel of John tells us that “In the beginning was the Word”  (Jn 1:1), and in the same breath confesses that this Word “became flesh and dwelt among us”  (Jn 1:14). What it does not say, yet what the Church dares to contemplate, is that when the Word became flesh, He became infans : the One who does not speak. The Creator of language chooses silence. The Logos e

“This psalm is spoken in the person of Our Lord Jesus Christ, both head and members… his voice is ours and our voice is also his.” The psalms have become my breath throughout the day. They come unbidden to the lips and rise from places within the heart that had long remained unnamed. What begins as recitation slowly becomes revelation. Their words, ancient and yet new with every utterance, carry mercy like a tide that cleanses and returns again and again. Augustine was right

Lord, I tremble when I see how quickly my heart shifts like wind over water. One moment I burn with love, the next I grow cold. One moment I cling to You, the next I look to myself as if I were enough. This inner instability does not surprise You. You know me. You see the fracture lines within my soul, the way passions tug in opposite directions, the way the memory of Your nearness can coexist with the feeling of abandonment. My heart contradicts itself because it is not yet

The law of the Lord is perfect, it revives the soul. I know this now not as an idea, but as something lived and suffered. That Word has crushed me. It stripped me of every illusion I held about myself: my wisdom, my strength, my so-called holiness. I once thought that the Word of God would make me strong, that it would lift me into light and peace. Instead, it exposed me. It broke me open and showed me what I had never wanted to see. And only there, in that wreckage, did I be

(Meditation Based Upon Psalm 12 Grail Translation) “Help, O Lord, for good men have vanished; truth has gone from the sons of men. Falsehood they speak one to another, with lips that are lying and hearts that are false.” —Psalm 12 (Grail) The psalmist laments the poverty of language in a fallen world.  Words, those sacred vessels given to man to reveal truth, have become the instruments of deceit.  They multiply endlessly, yet reveal nothing.  They promise communion but breed

Meditation Based on Psalm 11 Grail Translation What is it, Lord, that You see when You look upon the heart?  The psalmist tells us: “The Lord is in His holy temple, the Lord, whose throne is in heaven. His eyes look down on the world; His gaze tests mortal men.”   This gaze is not that of an observer, detached and judging from afar.  It is the gaze of the Creator who searches His image within the creature, who longs to see Himself reflected once again in the soul He has fashi