A certain brother was tormented for a full nine years by an thought. Each day he wept and said, in reproach of himself: I am to blame for this. I will lose my soul. He struggled arduously. In vain, however. It was impossible to get rid of his thought. In the end, his resistance yielded. He fell into desperation. I have now lost my soul, he thought. Why should I stay in the desert for no reason? I will return to the world. So it was that he set on his way for the city. But as he was walking heavy-hearted, he heard a voice behind him: O unfortunate man! Is this how you trample on the wreath of unfading flowers which you have been weaving, with your patience for nine years? Go back to finish it! The balm of consolation flowed over the brothers heart. With a steadfast pace he now set himself on the road back to the desert. And our good God made his thought vanish. +Evergetinos
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 16:16:42 +0000
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