Akathist threads at a tearful meeting

Years ago, in an early spring, in one of the villages of Hunedoara, forgotten by the world (but not by its vicissitudes), I met a priest. A servant of Christ, in the truest sense of the word. I had heard people speak of Father Crăciun Opre with great suspicion and respect. I had noticed him, very discreetly and until then, on various spiritual occasions, serving or retiring somewhere to pray in silence… Now I was looking for him to tell me something about his development, what he was hiding behind his always disarming serenity and joy. He was reluctant to […]

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