He stood, watching and waiting for the moment his son would come home. He ran to him, burst into tears, embraced him in his filth. Hugged his child that smelled like swine and that had wished his own death. It’s Lent. This past Sunday was the Sunday of the Prodigal Son. Often we talk about … Continue reading The Lost Kid
The Receiving of the Relics of St. Verena
His Eminence Metropolitan Serapion accompanied by His Grace Bishop Abraham and His Grace Bishop Kyrillos celebrated the...