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| Saint Sophrony with the Lord Jesus Christ. Orthodox monastery of all Celtics Saints. England. |
Unable to
glimpse the divine truth in the destinies of mankind, of people in general, and
tormented by my own dark ignorance, I was like a small, utterly helpless child.
Feeling that there was something that I had to understand, I writhed
impatiently and looked to God for help. And the Lord took pity on my ignorance
and was not angry at my temerity but like a mother had compassion on me and was
quick to respond. And this not once but over and over again. In like manner He
had handled Job who suffered so much and protested so stormily.
I remember one
such happening, which occurred in France, in the early twenties - before my
departure to Mt. Athos in 1925. I wept and prayed to God: “Find a way to save
the world - to save all of us, we are all defiled and cruel.” I would pray with
particular fervor for the “little ones”, the poor and oppressed. Towards
morning, with my strength waning, my prayer would be disturbed by the thought
that if I grieve for mankind with all my heart, how is it that God can look on
indifferently at the pain and torment of millions of beings whom He Himself had
created? Why does He allow the innumerable instances of brute force in the
world? And I would turn to Him with the insane challenge, “Where art Thou?” And
in my heart I heard: “Was it you who was crucified for them?”… The gentle words
uttered by the Spirit shook me to the core - He Who was crucified had answered
me as God.



















