Tonight we do not gaze upon an ancient icon painted in egg tempera on cypress wood. We contemplate a living icon, a photograph that has already begun to shine with uncreated light: Blessed Hieromonk Seraphim (Rose) of Platina, reposed September 2, 1982, at the age of forty-eight. In the black-and-white image most of us know, he stands in a simple riassa, his beard still dark, his eyes looking straight through the camera, through you, into eternity. There is no halo yet, but if you have prayed in front of that photograph, you know the halo is there all the same.