Thank you for the website. I was happy to see the Genesis commentaries by St. Ephraim on there. The site is very easy to navigate and I appreciate how not distracting it is like you mentioned.
Thanks 🙏 . There is a saying old is new . We have to teach the world today about old.belief church history to me people are where they are because they lack information about old beliefs church. I take example from my country Uganda
There is a gravity to this piece… it dares to say what must be said: that the Great Commission does not belong to history but to every hour, and that the Cross must still be carried through every threshold, including those guarded by memory and fear.
What moved me most was not the account of conversions or revivals, but the quiet, almost hidden thread that ran beneath them: the conviction that it is not eloquence that converts, nor coercion, nor culture, but the lived shape of holiness. The child healed not by argument but by a priest half-naked on a stove. The old man in prison whose eyes preached more clearly than a thousand sermons. This is the Gospel without amplification. This is Christ in the catacombs again.
Here is no call for conquest, no imperial nostalgia. Only a hard and luminous truth: that neutrality is impossible. A Christian is either salt, or he is swept away by the sea.
Thank you for the website. I was happy to see the Genesis commentaries by St. Ephraim on there. The site is very easy to navigate and I appreciate how not distracting it is like you mentioned.
Thanks 🙏 . There is a saying old is new . We have to teach the world today about old.belief church history to me people are where they are because they lack information about old beliefs church. I take example from my country Uganda
Yes! And what you are doing, dear Father, is the example for everyone else to follow.
I am amazed at my ignorance...I never knew this history 'til I read this. Thank you brother.
There is a gravity to this piece… it dares to say what must be said: that the Great Commission does not belong to history but to every hour, and that the Cross must still be carried through every threshold, including those guarded by memory and fear.
What moved me most was not the account of conversions or revivals, but the quiet, almost hidden thread that ran beneath them: the conviction that it is not eloquence that converts, nor coercion, nor culture, but the lived shape of holiness. The child healed not by argument but by a priest half-naked on a stove. The old man in prison whose eyes preached more clearly than a thousand sermons. This is the Gospel without amplification. This is Christ in the catacombs again.
Here is no call for conquest, no imperial nostalgia. Only a hard and luminous truth: that neutrality is impossible. A Christian is either salt, or he is swept away by the sea.
Thank you for this post ✍🏼 and the history ⏳ included. No thing knew under the sun Amigo.
Keep on Keep'n on... one day at a time.💫 🌐 🔔
Christ is RISEN! ☦️ 🪨✨🕊️