Father Gavriil, the covetous monk and wise confessor
When I think of my good friend, Father Archimandrite Gavriil Stoica, the first image that comes to mind is his cheerful face on a late December evening in 1958, an evening that I did not know at the time that I would never forget. I was in the hermitage of Ciocanu, near Câmpulung Muscel, and it was quite late when I heard some knocking at the door of the chapel. I opened the door and saw the face of the one who was to be my dear friend for the rest of my earthly life, and whom I have no […]