The Ascetical Homilies of St. Isaac the Syrian - Homily XVIII, Part I

There is a temptation to read St. Isaac’s description of the ascetic life as though he were outlining a ladder by which we ascend to God through effort. Nothing could be further from his mind. The ascetical life is not an achievement but a preparation. It removes what clouds the eyes of the heart so that grace may reveal what has always been present: the inexhaustible love of God. Isaac begins with struggle. The soul embraces fasting, watchfulness, vigil, prayer, reading, prostrations, and stillness with determination. Yet these labors are never an end in themselves. They are medicine. They quiet the tyranny of the passions and gather together the scattered powers of the soul. Little by little the heart becomes still enough to receive what no human effort can produce. Then grace begins to act in a new way. The mind is granted what Isaac calls the faculty of sight—not physical vision, nor intellectual understanding, but a purified perception of reality. The eyes of the heart begin to open. One starts to see as God sees. The mysteries of faith are no longer merely believed; they begin to be tasted. Scripture becomes transparent with divine life. Every created thing becomes luminous with the presence of the Creator. This is the healing of sight. What is seen first is not extraordinary visions but the overwhelming depth of God’s love. The soul discovers that grace has always preceded it, surrounded it, and carried it. What once appeared ordinary now becomes radiant with mercy. Every remembrance of Christ reveals a love deeper than previously imagined. Every prayer uncovers a tenderness that had always been waiting. From this vision arises what Isaac calls fervor. But this is not emotional excitement or religious intensity. It is the heart set ablaze because it has finally glimpsed something infinitely beautiful. One cannot behold divine love without being drawn toward it. And here wonder is born. Wonder is the soul’s astonishment before a Love that continually exceeds every expectation. It is the childlike gaze restored after years of blindness. The more one sees, the more one realizes how little has yet been seen. Every new glimpse enlarges the heart’s capacity for awe. Wonder, in turn, gives birth to desire. This desire is no longer restless striving for spiritual experiences. It is the quiet longing to remain forever with the One whose beauty has captivated the heart. Desire has been healed because sight has been healed. One seeks God not from fear or obligation but because Love has become irresistible. The tears Isaac describes arise naturally from this transformation. They are the language of a heart becoming transparent before God. As tears deepen into abiding peace, the warfare of thoughts gradually subsides. From this peace comes purity. From purity comes clearer vision. From clearer vision comes still greater wonder. From wonder comes deeper desire. Thus the soul moves, as St. Paul says, “from glory to glory,” or, as the Fathers loved to say, from grace to grace. Even the ascetical practices themselves are transformed. Vigils, fasting, prostrations, and prayer are no longer burdens to be endured but expressions of love. One remains in prayer because one has discovered the Beloved there. Whether prayer multiplies into countless prostrations or becomes gathered into a single wordless contemplation, both are gifts of the same grace working according to the measure God gives. For Isaac, the entire spiritual life is nothing other than the gradual restoration of vision. We do not become different people so much as truly human. The veil over the heart is lifted. We begin to behold the Kingdom already present. We discover that God has loved us long before we learned to seek Him. Every genuine ascetical labor serves this one purpose: that our sight may be healed, our wonder awakened, our desire purified, and our hearts transformed ever more deeply into the likeness of Christ. The journey never ends, for the love that is revealed is infinite. Each grace prepares the soul for another grace. Each glimpse opens onto a greater horizon. And so the heart continues its pilgrimage—not driven by fear, but drawn onward forever by the inexhaustible beauty of Divine Love. --- Text of chat during the group: 00:01:00 Fr. Charbel Abernethy: Page 217 Homily 18 00:04:21 Fr. Charbel Abernethy: https://www.philokaliaministries.org/post/a-new-book-from-city-a-desert-press 00:04:57 Fr. Charbel Abernethy: https://www.amazon.com/Monastic-Heart-Future-Church-Fragmentation-ebook/dp/B0H83PJB6R/ref=sr_1_2?crid=CA7O6MNLKS2B&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.UxrtdZ72KKP0IBe2nG2QKWoekj-tDWub-JRHV70F3o_9D8FKLwu3XJQwvaPRSOwXyoLeEkoM3pnCnEfXghYaecmDIjPMYikocLL4oOyECpNa633QwCLIRNEvGeBomRANfezyyKgZUNE_8KLrXsTDyDINbIELyJ_JDlSyMQ366ADfOF8Ko7V9c8zpgjxI-NXGJ8OXoZir32kRKTRw1hzIvS79rq-XnDOglQHeZ3C0ypk.jSo9ogtwHZA38QhTVKjumOyVWU5SWx0imIAZKw7pOPU&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+monastic+heart&qid=1785019600&sprefix=%2Caps%2C111&sr=8-2 00:06:15 Fr. Charbel Abernethy: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-monastic-heart-and-the-future-of-the-church-charbel-abernethy/1150670922?ean=9798996766413 00:08:19 Aaron: Good evening everyone. Hope you’re all well 00:32:02 Maureen Cunningham: When you see your lack, how do you not have self hate for what you see with in yourself 00:44:45 Ryan Ngeve: Father regarding the last line from the previous paragraph, what purposes does it serve for the tears the overcome a man, leave him, and the come again unceasingly? 00:45:48 James Hickman: Re: the prodigal son, the Father’s fatted calf was always there for either son to enjoy, the fatted calf being the sweet Christ. 00:45:57 Kathryn Rose: Myrrhic tears 00:46:53 James Hickman: The slaughtered fatted calf is like that peace from warfare 00:48:57 Erick Chastain: page #? 01:00:25 David Swiderski: The veil between heaven and earth is thinnest at night. I can't remember the Saint but learned this from someone in Spain in the Picos de Europa looking at the milky way and the sea of Biscay in the distance. I still like to do a vigil looking out a window or outside (in summer) 01:04:19 Aaron: How can one recognise their own limits in spiritual practice so they don’t push themselves beyond what their body can bear? 01:05:07 David Swiderski: I will try. It was a comment from a friend I was so caught up in the moment I cant remember 01:05:19 Julie: Reacted to "I will try. It was a comment from a friend I was so caught up in the moment I cant remember" with 🙏 01:09:02 David Swiderski: My Dad has prostrate issues so he has no problem with that and milk and cookies. In Latin America people don't even have dinner till 11pm but they take naps. Lots of options 01:10:01 Rebecca Thérèse: Before the industrial revolution everyone split the night into two sleeps. Everyone got up at night to work, socialise and visit others. For monks or hermits they were just following social customs rising during the night. Although some still practise this, most of us have different habits of waking and sleeping these days. 01:10:25 David Swiderski: Reacted to "Before the industrial revolution everyone split the night into two sleeps. Everyone got up at night to work, socialise and visit others. For monks or hermits they were just following social customs rising during the night. Although some still practise this, most of us have different habits of waking and sleeping these days." with 👍 01:16:03 Gwen’s iPhone: Get a cat. Better than  rooster. lol 01:16:41 Wayne: Reacted to "Get a cat. Better than  rooster. lol" with 👍 01:16:44 James Hickman: Reacted to "Get a cat. Better than  rooster. lol" with 😂 01:17:03 Erick Chastain: How does one engage in the never-ending torrent of tears he describes? Genuine question 01:17:10 John ‘Jack’: I’m a power napping extraordinaire; 8 min feels like a full night, 🤷🏽‍♂️ 01:21:13 Maureen Cunningham: Grief brings many tears ,the lost of a love one, In time the tears are less it could be years later you still weep but not as much as you did .could the tears  that your speaking of be similar 01:22:26 David Swiderski: It might be a tradition not a saint- Norther Spain is Celtic so a lot in common with Ireland. In the Celtic Christian tradition there’s a saying that heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in “thin places” they’re even closer 01:24:59 una: It is IRish. I grew up with that saying 01:26:04 David Swiderski: Thank you Father. May God bless you, your mother, Ren and her husband and everyone in this group. 01:26:27 Joan Chakonas: Reacted to "Thank you Father. May God bless you, your mother, Ren and her husband and everyone in this group." with ❤️ 01:26:28 Maureen Cunningham: Thank you Blessing, 01:26:46 Rebecca Thérèse: Thank you☺️