Vol: 8 Issue: 3
Amshir 1730 / March 2014
They say I am a hermit... His Grace Bishop Macarius All it was is that I left the monastery to go for a walk in the desert. I walked until the evening. The hour was late and I could not find the way from which I came, so I sat down. Night fell and in the midst of this darkness I lost myself in prayer... It was the most joyous I had ever felt in the last nine years of my ascetic life. I thankfully ate the only piece of bread I carried with me when I left the monastery. It was the tastiest I had ever had. Before I went to sleep, I drew around me a circle on the ground, and surrounded it with crosses. I went into deep sleep to wake up in time for early morning praises. The next day, I attempted to return back, but not knowing the exact way, I walked endlessly. By midday I conceded that I had lost my way. I was not disheartened for the only way I care for is the one that leads me to God and for this I left the world‌ I continued to walk until I came across a village from which I could obtain bread and water. However, I had no money for the bread. In the midst of my dilemma, I was approached by an honourable gentleman, who got off his donkey and paid for my bread. When he learnt that I was lost, he offered to help, but I kindly declined. He then insisted I take his donkey to support me along the way, which I accepted. I immediately headed back for the mountain not knowing where to go. I thought to myself, why not live without the monastery, the people and the shelter? Didn’t I leave the world for Christ? This is how I must live the remainder of my life. I settled in a spot which had a few palm trees and built myself a hut from tree branches. I braided palm leaves and sold my work to buy food for myself and my donkey who became my companion. I sold