Today is the memorial of St. John Chrysostom.
Last year I wrote about his life a bit, but to honor his memory presently I offer you this tiny morsel from the pantry of his rich feast of golden words:
“Prayer is an all-efficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine which is never exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a heaven unruffled by the storm. It is the root, the fountain, the mother of a thousand blessings.”
