To Call Oneself a Christian

For, instead of a fig or an almond or some such thing, vanity and love of honour and love of gain and love of pleasure, and whatever else the evil assembly of the devil places before greedy men instead of sweetmeats, easily bring to light the ape-like souls who, through pretence and imitation, play the role of the Christian and then remove the mask of moderation or meekness or some other virtue in a moment of personal crisis.

Pleasures whose only remaining trace is shame

"These pleasures rule every material pursuit, but the zeal for such things achieves no goal, for there is no way, by nature, of preserving the momentary pleasure which people experience, so that the pleasure which they so zealously acquire is stored away for them. On the contrary, it is as though those who love pleasure... Continue Reading →

Psalm 151, Bright Saturday and The Resurrection

“I was small among my brethren, and youngest in my father’s house: I tended my father’s sheep. My hands formed a musical instrument, and my fingers tuned a psaltery. And who shall tell my Lord? the Lord himself, he himself hears. He sent forth his angel, and took me from my father’s sheep, and he... Continue Reading →

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