A Need for a Face

I fell ill before the feast, then once again after it. Both times, I was overpowered by the viruses that are filling the world nowadays. Between one illness and another, my companion, the brother priest together with whom I serve one parish, fell ill. People say that, after “Covid” (I do not know if it may be said after it), the world will not return, without cost, to what it used to be. Never mind! What it did to us was significantly costlier! I described the priest, the brother, as a companion, my companion, in order to pave the way for mentioning Metropolitan George Khodr, whom I have not yet been able to visit during the feast days. The brother-companion, especially in these recent years, has become my companion to him. His illness has also delayed our visit. Illness is a punisher. Visiting Metropolitan George is a need for us. Today, I am talking about his face, about the need to see his face. When he was in the ministry, his words would take us to far places. After he grew old and his words became scarce, traveling started coming to us from the face and from a few of his remaining words. I have a need for traveling!