St. Paisios the AthoniteA monk of Mount Athos who died in 1994 and was glorified as a saint in 2015. People still living queued up the mountain to ask his prayers. Proof, if anyone needs it, that the Church is not only claiming saints from the distant past.
St. Paisios the Athonite

Chapter XIV

The Desert and the Mountain

Monks, nuns, the Desert Fathers — and the skulls

In an ossuary on Mount Athos there is a wooden shelf of skulls, each one washed with water and wine, each one inscribed in ink with a man's name and the date he fell asleep. The bones of his arms and legs are stacked along the wall with everyone else's. Three years earlier he was buried in the earth without a coffin, in the robe he was tonsured in, and when the three years were up his brothers opened the grave, gathered what was left of him, carried it inside and wrote on it. A visitor from Ohio finds this appalling. The monk who did the washing finds it comforting, and he can tell you precisely why. Getting from the first reaction to the second is most of what this chapter is for, because the skulls are not an eccentricity at the edge of Orthodox monasticism. They are its argument, made in bone. But a Protestant reader usually arrives with no category for any of it, not for the monk, not for the nun, not for the vow, and certainly not for the shelf, and often with a settled conviction that the whole enterprise is unbiblical escapism. That conviction has to be answered first.

A hermit in an empty landscape*Go, sit in your cell, and your cell will teach you everything.* Abba Moses, to a brother who asked for a word.
A hermit in an empty landscape

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