Father Constantin Galeriu, The Preacher of fire
When he preached, he often opened his hands. He would open them wide, as if he wanted to embrace the whole sky with them, and with him, the people in the church. In his golden robe, he looked like an eagle ready to soar. That’s how he was remembered. As a great preacher. So great that he seemed to be the only one in the grey atmosphere of Bucharest at the end of the century and the millennium. When you went to church to listen to him, his voice held you in place. It was deep, wide, sweeping, with depths […]