The greatness of prayer lies in its Essence as divine presence and Divine glorification. The greatness of prayer is Defined by God's limitless love and Willingness to be present in and near us. The greatness of prayer transcends our unworthiness: Through Christ's redemptive work and the Spirit's sanctifying work. The greatness of prayer is a transfiguring act, if We have a deep desire for God's presence, and when We have a real desire to be present with Him. The greatness of

We talk a lot about praying, but why do we do it? Prayer Brings Us Close to the Holy Spirit "Virtues are formed by prayer. Prayer preserves temperance, suppresses anger, restrains pride and envy, draws down the Holy Spirit into the soul and raises man to heaven" (St Ephraim the Syrian, in Moore, Orthodox Prayer , p. 22). Prayer Keeps Us Steady "Hold on to the staff of prayer and you will not fall. And even a fall will not be fatal, since prayer is a devout, persistent coercin

Evil exists. We hear it Speak it See it Touch it and Choose it All day Everyday. Why? Maybe... It makes us feel powerful It's easier than...

Whether you've been hurt by someone close to you or maybe you had a bad experience in church. Perhaps something has unexpectedly changed...

Let us pray for one another! Now is the time to reorient ourselves to the serious task of intercessory prayer. Nativity, Theophany, and...

"The One, Who at all times, and at every hour, both in Heaven and earth, is worshipped, and glorified, O Christ, our God, long-suffering,...

This prayer to the Holy Spirit was written by St. Symeon the New Theologian (949–1022) who saw the Spirit before him. "Come, true light...

I digress, I admit, Too often. It is a failure, My failure, To recognize the limits Of my steadfastness. My heart remains fixed on You. Of course... My mind runs wild and My mouth runs foul. It is the scourge Of the moment Or the curse of a life. Run aground Run astray Run amuck Rampant. Roughshod and Riddled with Rhymes that don't rhyme. Littered with riddles that are Riddled without reason. Reasons that never find a season And seasons without reason. Why these gifts? Why he

With eyes closed, Hands clasped, and On bended knee It rushes over me... The pain of others Reaching out For love and Forgiveness. How am...

With the rising of the sun, You stretch my soul and breathe into my lungs. In the still heat of the noonday, You close my eyes and...