It’s been a year since my son and I made pilgrimage to Greece & Mount Athos … and, may I be frank with y’all?
It ain’t easy being a hesychast.
Nope. Not. Easy. Atall.
Let me give you an example …
I was recently finishing up my reading of Elder Ephraim’s book, My Elder Joseph the Hesychast – on the earnest urging of my son – and, boy oh boy, is it ever intense. Not for everyone – that’s for sure. But, a worthy read, nonetheless.
As I was racing toward completion of the 700 page book, I was at my leisure in a local Lebanese restaurant where, sometime ago, I discovered their French Fry Sandwich.
Now now … I know what you’re thinking. French Fry Sandwich???
Y’all. O my. Yes. That’s what I said: French Fry Sandwich … with pickles, slaw, and, well: fries … all wrapped in delicious Lebanese flatbread.
Okay, well, here’s where my asceticism came in handy.
That day, after being served my FF Sandwich …