He walked among us in Omonia, in the center of Athens, in the busiest part of the city. "There where God had brought me," in the Athens Polyclinic, amidst the pain from illnesses and death. Thirty-three years "like a day"! Unnoticed by many. The professor of Medicine K. Alivizatos told him: "Father, we did not see you, we did not know you. Oh, oh, oh, we had you for so many years and we did not know you!"

From the rugged desert of Kavsokalyvia, God sent him to the world, to His "lost sheep," to us! In the brothels, "our own priest" brought the light of Christ. He even wanted to go live with the hippies in Matala, without, of course, sins. "What we read in the Synaxaria, in the Lives of Saints and are astonished by, we lived, they happened next to us." His words were sweet, deeply theological, poetic, like a novel. A continuous surprise. We rejoice in his words! His amazing gift, a unique case, the fruit of excessive struggle. "The signs of his holy life are legacies for our entire generation"!

We were sent much light in the darkness where we live. "The light of his star has not yet reached us. We have not understood his words." The fresh spiritual breeze has already begun to blow! Many people are waiting for Saint Porphyrios!