One of the last ones!

The church is by the sea, next to the beach of the city. Late at night, walkers could see light in one of the small windows. The elder was still confessing until midnight sometimes, until his deep old age.

Fr. Konstantinos Mygdalis, calm and compassionate, with the sweetness of a humble and good person, gave rest to thousands of the faithful

There were few words and these again like small silences. When he answered you, it was as if you were taking him out of his own world, made with the basic ingredient of the blue sky, and here and there feathers from the wings of angels left hurriedly when people came.

In the last years when his health was deteriorating and he could not work alone, we learned some of his "secrets" such as the countless names he mentioned in Proskomidi and the papers with the names he mentioned at home all day (and this was his favorite pastime during the time of his helplessness)

There is a lot that our elder hid from us but also a lot that God "wrote" in his eyes and allowed us to read: Small prayers in the way he looked, stories of holiness near Elder Ephraim of Arizona who was his spiritual father, and Christ, a lot of Christ in the gaze that lightly caressed his interlocutor.

Now that the heavens, which he so longed for, welcomes him, we send a tear for him to the flowers of Paradise, as our tribute, giving thanks for his presence in our days, where the saints are rare. 

He was one of the last!

May he intercede for us!