An elderly pilgrim had been told to go see Father Dosifei.

But his name was unusual – hard to remember. So when the old lady happened to run right into the very priest she was looking for – without realizing it – she said:

– Father, could you help me out? I’m trying to find Father Pharisei. Any idea where he might be?

Despondency is when you long to take your soul out for a change of scenery, and it dislikes every view.

Just when you’re about to pray, “Lord, crush the bones of sinners!” – your own bones start aching so bad you don’t know what to say anymore.

It is better to lose five gold coins than to gain thirty pieces of silver.

– Father, I think the smear campaign against the UOC was ordered from the top.
– No, son. It wasn’t from the top. It came from the bottom. Rock bottom.

Two commemoration slips were brought to our altar: for the health of "everyone here" and for the repose of "everyone there".

– How are you doing, Orthodox flock?

– All is well, but we are not despairing.