By Hieromonk Makarios Maroudas
A few months ago I found myself in an Athonite monastery, and we gathered in the hospice to receive treats for the celebration of the name day of the Abbot of the monastery. Among other things there dominated in the conversation information from the internet about the happenings in the world, about the satanic plans of Masons, politicians, economists, the Pope, and so on and so forth. Complete darkness.
Next to me there was sitting an old monk who was listening attentively without becoming upset, while on the faces of bystanders there could be seen a certain gloom, and he whispered three times: "And where is God? And where is God? And where is God?"
Our souls become darkened because we don't have hope in the providence of God.
Source: Translated by John Sanidopoulos.
