He walked among us in Omonia, in the center of Athens, in the most bustling part of the city. "Where God had brought me," at the Polyclinic of Athens, amidst the pain of diseases and death. Thirty-three years "like a day"! Unnoticed by the many.

The Professor of Medicine, K. Alivizatos, told him: "My priest, we didn't see you, we didn't know you. Wow, we've had you for so many years and we didn't know you!" From the difficult desert of Kausokalyvia, God sent him to the world, to His "lost sheep," to us!

He brought the light of Christ to the brothels - "our priest." He also wanted to go live with the hippies in Matala, of course without any sins.

"What we read in the Synaxaria, in the Lives of Saints, and we are amazed, we lived it, it was happening next to us." His words were sweet, profoundly theological, poetic, like a novel. A continuous surprise. We rejoice in his words!

His remarkable gift, a unique case, the fruit of immense struggle. "The signs of his holy life are legacies for our entire generation"! A lot of light was sent to us within the darkness where we live. "The light of his star has not yet reached us. We have not understood his word." The cool spiritual breeze of his presence has already begun to blow!

The great crowd is waiting for Saint Porphyrios!