I woke up this morning, one year ago, and attended Divine Liturgy at Ostrog, venerating the relics of St Basil. I spent the previous night sleeping as a pilgrim, outside on a mat looking up at the stars.
But the highlight of that day was meeting this man, Fr Nicholas. He’s the abbot of the small monastery Kumenica in Serbia near the Montenegrin border. He exuded the love and service of Jesus Christ in every way imganinable. He accepted us as guests; he embraced us; he, himself, served us - he didn’t order anyone else to do it.
We met him and many of our pilgrims wept joyful tears. Processed with Analog