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The way of the pilgrim & The pilgrim continues his way


 

By the grace of God I am a Christian man, by my actions a great sinner, and by
calling a homeless wanderer of the humblest birth who roams from place to place. My
worldly goods are a knapsack with some dried bread in it on my back, and in my
breast pocket a Bible. And that is all.

On the twenty-fourth Sunday after Pentecost I went to church to say my prayers there
during the liturgy. The first Epistle of St. Paul to the Thessalonians was being read,
and among other words I heard these—"Pray without ceasing." It was this text, more
than any other, which forced itself upon my mind, and I began to think how it was
possible to pray without ceasing, since a man has to concern himself with other
things also in order to make a living. I looked at my Bible and with my own eyes read
the words which I had heard, that is, that we ought always, at all times and in all
places, to pray with uplifted hands. I thought and thought, but knew not what to make
of it. "What ought I to do?" I thought. "Where shall I find someone to explain it to me?
I will go to the churches where famous preachers are to be heard; perhaps there I
shall hear something that will throw light on it for me." I did so. I heard a number of
very fine sermons on prayer—what prayer is, how much we need it, and what its
fruits are—but no one said how one could succeed in prayer. I heard a sermon on
spiritual prayer, and unceasing prayer, but how it was to be done was not pointed
out.

Thus listening to sermons failed to give me what I wanted, and having had my fill of
them without gaining understanding, I gave up going to hear public sermons. I settled
on another plan—by God's help to look for some experienced and skilled person who
would give me in conversation that teaching about unceasing prayer which drew me
so urgently. For a long time I wandered through many places. I read my Bible always,
and everywhere I asked whether there was not in the neighborhood a spiritual
teacher, a devout and experienced guide, to be found. One day I was told that in a
certain village a gentleman had long been living and seeking the salvation of his soul.
He had a chapel in his house. He never left his estate, and he spent his time in
prayer and reading devotional books. Hearing this, I ran rather than walked to the
village named. I got there and found him.

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"What do you want of me?" he asked.

"I have heard that you are a devout and clever person," said I. "In God's name
please explain to me the meaning of the Apostle's words, 'Pray without ceasing.' How
is it possible to pray without ceasing? I want to know so much, but I cannot
understand it at all."

He was silent for a while and looked at me closely. Then he said, "Ceaseless
interior prayer is a continual yearning of the human spirit toward God. To succeed in
this consoling exercise we must pray more often to God to teach us to pray without
ceasing. Pray more, and pray more fervently. It is prayer itself which will reveal to you
how it can be achieved unceasingly; but it will take some time."

So saying, he had food brought to me, gave me money for my journey, and let me
go. He did not explain the matter.

Again I set off. I thought and thought, I read and read, I dwelt over and over again
upon what this man had said to me, but I could not get to the bottom of it. Yet so
greatly did I wish to understand that I could not sleep at night. I walked at least 125
miles, and then I came to a large town, a provincial capital, where I saw a monastery.
At the inn where I stopped I heard it said that the abbot was a man of great kindness,
devout and hospitable. I went to see him. He met me in a very friendly manner, asked
me to sit down, and offered me refreshment.

"I do not need refreshment, holy Father," I said, "but I beg you to give me some
spiritual teaching. How can I save my soul?"

"What? Save your soul? Well, live according to the commandments; say your
prayers and you will be saved."

"But I hear it said that we should pray without ceasing, and I don't know how to
pray without ceasing. I cannot even understand what unceasing prayer means. I beg
you, Father, explain this to me."

"I don't know how to explain further, dear brother. But, stop a moment, I have a
little book, and it is explained there." And he handed me St. Dmitri's book, on The
Spiritual Education of the Inner Man, saying, "Look, read this page."

I began to read as follows: "The words of the Apostle, 'Pray without ceasing,'
should be understood as referring to the creative prayer of the understanding. The

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understanding can always be reaching out toward God and praying to Him
unceasingly."

"But," I asked, "What is the method by which the understanding can always be
turned toward God, never be disturbed, and pray without ceasing?"

"It is very difficult, even for one to whom God Himself gives such a gift," replied
the abbot. He did not give me the explanation. I spent the night at his house, and in
the morning, thanking him for his kindly hospitality, I went on my way—where to, I did
not know myself. My failure to understand made me sad, and by way of comforting
myself I read my Bible. In this way I followed the main road for five days.

At last toward evening I was overtaken by an old man who looked like a cleric of
some sort. In answer to my question he told me that he was a monk belonging to a
monastery some six miles off the main road. He asked me to go there with him. "We
take in pilgrims," said he, "and give them rest and food with devout persons in the
guesthouse." I did not feel like going. So in reply I said that my peace of mind in no
way depended upon my finding a resting place, but upon finding spiritual teaching.
Neither was I running after food, for I had plenty of dried bread in my knapsack.
"What sort of spiritual teaching are you wanting to get?" he asked me. "What is it
puzzling you? Come now! Do come to our house, dear brother. We have startsi1 of
ripe experience well able to give guidance to your soul and to set it upon the true
path, in the light of the Word of God and the writings of the holy Fathers." "Well, it's
like this, Father," said I. "About a year ago, while I was at the liturgy, I heard a
passage from the Epistles which bade men to pray without ceasing. Failing to
understand, I began to read my Bible, and there also in many places I found the
divine command that we ought to pray at all times, in all places; not only while about
our business, not only while awake, but even during sleep—'1 sleep, but my heart
waketh.' This surprised me very much and I was at a loss to understand how it could
be carried out and in what way it was to be done.

A burning desire and thirst for knowledge awoke in me. Day and night the matter was
never out of my mind. So I began to go to churches and to listen to sermons. But

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however many I heard, from not one of them did I get any teaching about how to pray
without ceasing. They always talked about getting ready for prayer, or about its fruits
and the like, without teaching one how to pray without ceasing, or what such prayer
means. 1 have often read the Bible and there made sure of what 1 have heard. But
meanwhile I have not reached the understanding that I long for, and so to this hour I
am still uneasy and in doubt."

Then the old man crossed himself and spoke. "Thank God, my dear brother, for
having revealed to you this unappeasable desire for unceasing interior prayer.
Recognize in it the call of God, and calm yourself. Rest assured that what has
hitherto been accomplished in you is the testing of the harmony of your own will with
the voice of God. It has been granted to you to understand that the heavenly light of
unceasing interior prayer is attained neither by the wisdom of this world, nor by the
mere outward desire for knowledge, but that on the contrary it is found in poverty of
spirit and in active experience in simplicity of heart. That is why it is not surprising
that you have been unable to hear anything about the essential work of prayer, and
to acquire the knowledge by which ceaseless activity in it is attained. Doubtless a
great deal has been preached about prayer, and there is much about it in the
teaching of various writers. But since for the most part all their reasonings are based
upon speculation and the working of natural wisdom, and not upon active experience,
they sermonize about the qualities of prayer rather than about the nature of the thing
itself. One argues beautifully about the necessity of prayer, another about its power
and the blessings which attend it, a third again about the things which lead to
perfection in prayer, that is, about the absolute necessity of zeal, an attentive mind,
warmth of heart, purity of thought, reconciliation with one's enemies, humility,
contrition, and so on. But what is prayer? And how does one learn to pray? Upon
these questions, primary and essential as they are, one very rarely gets any precise
enlightenment from present-day preachers. For these questions are more difficult to
understand than all their arguments that I have just spoken of, and they require
mystical knowledge, not simply the learning of the schools. And the most deplorable
thing of all is that the vain wisdom of the world compels them to apply the human
standard to the divine. Many people reason quite the wrong way round about prayer,

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thinking that good actions and all sorts of preliminary measures render us capable of
prayer. But quite the reverse is the case; it is prayer which bears fruit in good works
and all the virtues. Those who reason so take, incorrectly, the fruits and the results of
prayer for the means of attaining it, and this is to depreciate the power of prayer. And
it is quite contrary to Holy Scripture, for the Apostle Paul says, 'I exhort therefore that
first of all supplications be made' (1 Tim. 2:1). The first thing laid down in the
Apostle's words about prayer is that the work of prayer comes before everything else:
'1 exhort therefore that first of all ... ' The Christian is bound to perform many good
works, but before all else what he ought to do is to pray, for without prayer no other
good work whatever can be accomplished. Without prayer he cannot find the way to
the Lord, he cannot understand the truth, he cannot crucify the flesh with its passions
and lusts, his heart cannot be enlightened with the light of Christ, he cannot be
savingly united to God. None of those things can be effected unless they are
preceded by constant prayer. I say 'constant,' for the perfection of prayer does not lie
within our power; as the Apostle Paul says, 'For we know not what we should pray for
as we ought' (Rom. 8:26). Consequently it is just to pray often, to pray always, which
falls within our power as the means of attaining purity of prayer, which is the mother
of all spiritual blessings. 'Capture the mother, and she will bring you the children,'
said St. Isaac the Syrian. Learn first to acquire the power of prayer and you will easily
practice all the other virtues. But those who know little of this from practical
experience and the profoundest teaching of the holy Fathers have no clear
knowledge of it and speak of it but little."

During this talk, we had almost reached the monastery. And so as not to lose touch
with this wise old man and to get what I wanted more quickly, I hastened to say, "Be
so kind, reverend Father, as to show me what prayer without ceasing means and
how it is learnt. I see you know all about these things."

He took my request kindly and asked me into his cell. "Come in," said he. "I will
give you a volume of the holy Fathers from which with God's help you can learn
about prayer clearly and in detail."

We went into his cell and he began to speak as follows. "The continuous interior
prayer of Jesus is a constant uninterrupted calling upon the divine name of Jesus

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with the lips, in the spirit, in the heart, while forming a mental picture of His constant
presence, and imploring His grace, during every occupation, at all times, in all places,
even during sleep. The appeal is couched in these terms, 'Lord Jesus Christ, have
mercy on me.' One who accustoms himself to this appeal experiences as a result so
deep a consolation and so great a need to offer the prayer always that he can no
longer live without it, and it will continue to voice itself within him of its own accord.
Now do you understand what prayer without ceasing is?"

"Yes indeed, Father, and in God's name teach me how to gain the habit of it," I
cried, filled with joy.

"Read this book," he said. "It is called The Philokalia,1 and it contains the full and
detailed science of constant interior prayer, set forth by twenty-five holy Fathers. The
book is marked by a lofty wisdom and is so profitable to use that it is considered the
foremost and best manual of the contemplative spiritual life. As the revered
Nicephorus said, 'It leads one to salvation without labor and sweat.'"

"Is it then more sublime and holy than the Bible?" I asked.

"No, it is not that. But it contains clear explanations of what the Bible holds in
secret and which cannot be easily grasped by our shortsighted understanding. I will
give you an illustration. The sun is the greatest, the most resplendent, and the most
wonderful of heavenly luminaries, but you cannot contemplate and examine it simply
with unprotected eyes. You have to use a piece of artificial glass that is many millions
of times smaller and darker than the sun. But through this little piece of glass you can
examine the magnificent monarch of stars, delight in it, and endure its fiery rays. Holy
Scripture also is a dazzling sun, and this book, The Philokalia, is the piece of glass
which we use to enable us to contemplate the sun in its imperial splendor. Listen
now: I am going to read you the sort of instruction it gives on unceasing interior
prayer."

He opened the book, found the instruction by St. Simeon the new theologian, and
read: " 'Sit down alone and in silence. Lower your head, shut your eyes, breathe
out gently, and imagine yourself looking into your own heart. Carry your mind, that is,
your thoughts, from your head to your heart. As you breathe out, say "Lord Jesus
Christ, have mercy on me." Say it moving your lips gently, or simply say it in your

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mind. Try to put all other thoughts aside. Be calm, be patient, and repeat the process
very frequently.'"

The old man explained all this to me and illustrated its meaning. We went on reading
from The Philokalia passages of St. Gregory of Sinai, St. Callistus, and St. Ignatius,
and what we read from the book the starets explained in his own words. I listened
closely and with great delight, fixed it in my memory, and tried as far as possible to
remember every detail. In this way we spent the whole night together and went to
matins without having slept at all.The starets sent me away with his blessing and told
me that while learning the prayer I must always come back to him and tell him
everything, making a very frank confession and report; for the inward process could
not go on properly and successfully without the guidance of a teacher.

In church I felt a glowing eagerness to take all the pains I could to learn unceasing
interior prayer, and I prayed to God to come to my help. Then I began to wonder how
I should manage to see my starets again for counsel or confession, since leave was
not given to remain for more than three days in the monastery guesthouse, and there
were no houses near. However, I learned that there was a village between two and
three miles from the monastery. I went there to look for a place to live, and to my
great happiness God showed me the thing I needed. A peasant hired me for the
whole summer to look after his kitchen garden, and what is more gave me the use of
a little thatched hut in it where I could live alone. God be praised! I had found a quiet
place. And in this manner I took up my abode and began to learn interior prayer in
the way I had been shown, and to go to see my starets from time to time.

For a week, alone in my garden, I steadily set myself to learn to pray without ceasing
exactly as the starets had explained. At first things seemed to go very well. But then it
tired me very much. I felt lazy and bored and overwhelmingly sleepy, and a cloud of
all sorts of other thoughts closed round me. I went in distress to my starets and told
him the state I was in.

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He greeted me in a friendly way and said, "My dear brother, it is the attack of the
world of darkness upon you. To that world, nothing is worse than heartfelt prayer on
our part. And it is trying by every means to hinder you and to turn you aside from
learning the prayer. But all the same the enemy does only what God sees fit to allow,
and no more than is necessary for us. It would appear that you need a further testing
of your humility, and that it is too soon, therefore, for your unmeasured zeal to
approach the loftiest entrance to the heart. You might fall into spiritual covetousness.
I will read you a little instruction from The Philokalia upon such cases."

He turned to the teaching of Nicephorus and read, " 'If after a few attempts you do
not succeed in reaching the realm of your heart in the way you have been taught, do
what I am about to say, and by God's help you will find what you seek. The faculty of
pronouncing words lies in the throat. Reject all other thoughts (you can do this if you
will) and allow that faculty to repeat only the following words constantly, "Lord Jesus
Christ, have mercy on me." Compel yourself to do it always. If you succeed for a
time, then without a doubt your heart also will open to prayer. We know it from
experience.'

"There you have the teaching of the holy Fathers on such cases," said my starets,
"and therefore you ought from today onward to carry out my directions with
confidence, and repeat the prayer of Jesus as often as possible. Here is a rosary.
Take it, and to start with say the prayer three thousand times a day. Whether you are
standing or sitting, walking or lying down, continually repeat 'Lord Jesus Christ, have
mercy on me.' Say it quietly and without hurry, but without fail exactly three thousand
times a day without deliberately increasing or diminishing the number. God will help
you and by this means you will reach also the unceasing activity of the heart." I gladly
accepted this guidance and went home and began to carry out faithfully and exactly
what my starets had bidden. For two days I found it rather difficult, but after that it
became so easy and likeable, that as soon as I stopped, I felt a sort of need to go on
saying the prayer of Jesus, and I did it freely and willingly, not forcing myself to it as
before. I reported to my starets, and he bade me say the prayer six thousand times a
day, saying, "Be calm, just try as faithfully as possible to carry out the set number of
prayers. God will vouchsafe you His grace."

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In my lonely hut I said the prayer of Jesus six thousand times a day for a whole
week. I felt no anxiety. Taking no notice of any other thoughts however much they
assailed me, I had but one object, to carry out my starets's bidding exactly. And what
happened? I grew so used to my prayer that when I stopped for a single moment I
felt, so to speak, as though something were missing, as though I had lost something.
The very moment I started the prayer again, it went on easily and joyously. If I met
anyone I had no wish to talk to him. All I wanted was to be alone and to say my
prayer, so used to it had I become in a week.

My starets had not seen me for ten days. On the eleventh day he came to see me
himself, and I told him how things were going. He listened and said, "Now you have
got used to the prayer. See that you preserve the habit and strengthen it. Waste no
time, therefore, but make up your mind by God's help from today to say the prayer of
Jesus twelve thousand times a day. Remain in your solitude, get up early, go to bed
late, and come and ask advice of me every fortnight."

I did as he bade me. The first day I scarcely succeeded in finishing my task of saying
twelve thousand prayers by late evening. The second day I did it easily and
contentedly. To begin with, this ceaseless saying of the prayer brought a certain
amount of weariness, my tongue felt numbed, I had a stiff sort of feeling in my jaws, I
had a feeling at first pleasant but afterward slightly painful in the roof of my mouth.
The thumb of my left hand, with which I counted my beads, hurt a little. I felt a slight
inflammation in the whole of that wrist, and even up to the elbow, which was not
unpleasant. Moreover, all this aroused me, as it were, and urged me on to frequent
saying of the prayer. For five days I did my set number of twelve thousand prayers,
and as I formed the habit I found at the same time pleasure and satisfaction in it.

Early one morning the prayer woke me up as it were. I started to say my usual
morning prayers, but my tongue refused to say them easily or exactly. My whole
desire was fixed upon one thing only—to say the prayer of Jesus, and as soon as I
went on with it I was filled with joy and relief. It was as though my lips and my tongue

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pronounced the words entirely of themselves without any urging from me. I spent the
whole day in a state of the greatest contentment. I felt as though I was cut off from
everything else. I lived as though in another world, and I easily finished my twelve
thousand prayers by the early evening. I felt very much like still going on with them,
but I did not dare to go beyond the number my starets had set me. Every day
following I went on in the same way with my calling on the name of Jesus Christ, and
that with great readiness and liking. Then I went to see my starets and told him
everything frankly and in detail.

He heard me out and then said, "Be thankful to God that this desire for the prayer
and this facility in it have been manifested in you. It is a natural consequence which
follows constant effort and spiritual achievement. So a machine to the principal wheel
of which one gives a drive works for a long while afterward by itself; but if it is to go
on working still longer, one must oil it and give it another drive. Now you see with
what admirable gifts God in His love for mankind has endowed even the bodily nature
of man. You see what feelings can be produced even outside a state of grace in a
soul which is sinful and with passions unsubdued, as you yourself have experienced.
But how wonderful, how delightful, and how consoling a thing it is when God is
pleased to grant the gift of self-acting spiritual prayer, and to cleanse the soul from all
sensuality! It is a condition which is impossible to describe, and the discovery of this
mystery of prayer is a foretaste on earth of the bliss of heaven. Such happiness is
reserved for those who seek after God in the simplicity of a loving heart. Now I give
you my permission to say your prayer as often as you wish and as often as you can.
Try to devote every moment you are awake to the prayer, call on the name of Jesus
Christ without counting the number of times, and submit yourself humbly to the will of
God, looking to Him for help. I am sure He will not forsake you and that He will lead
you into the right path."

Under this guidance I spent the whole summer in ceaseless oral prayer to Jesus
Christ, and I felt absolute peace in my soul. During sleep I often dreamed that I was
saying the prayer. And during the day if I happened to meet anyone, all men without
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concern myself with them much. All my ideas were quite calmed of their own accord.
I thought of nothing whatever but my prayer. My mind tended to listen to it, and my
heart began of itself to feel at times a certain warmth and pleasure. If I happened to
go to church, the lengthy service of the monastery seemed short to me and no longer
wearied me as it had in time past. My lonely hut seemed like a splendid palace, and I
knew not how to thank God for having sent to me, a lost sinner, so wholesome a
guide and master.

But I was not long to enjoy the teaching of my dear starets, who was so full of divine
wisdom. He died at the end of the summer. Weeping freely I bade him farewell and
thanked him for the fatherly teaching he had given my wretched self, and as a
blessing and a keepsake I begged for the rosary with which he said his prayers.

And so I was left alone. Summer came to an end and the kitchen garden was
cleared. I had no longer anywhere to live. My peasant sent me away, giving me by
way of wages two rubles, and filling up my bag with dried bread for my journey. Again
I started off on my wanderings. But now I did not walk along as before, filled with
care. The calling upon the name of Jesus Christ gladdened my way. Everybody was
kind to me; it was as though everyone loved me.Then it occurred to me to wonder
what I was to do with the money I had earned by my care of the kitchen garden. What
good was it to me? Yet stay! I no longer had a starets; there was no one to go on
teaching me. Why not buy The Philokalia and continue to learn from it more about
interior prayer?

I crossed myself and set off with my prayer. I came to a large town, where I asked for
the book in all the shops. In the end I found it, but they asked me three rubles for it,
and I had only two. I bargained for a long time, but the shopkeeper would not budge
an inch. Finally he said, "Go to this church nearby, and speak to the churchwarden.
He has a book like that, but it's a very old copy. Perhaps he will let you have it for two
rubles." I went, and sure enough I found and bought for my two rubles a worn and old
copy of The Philokalia. I was delighted with it. I mended my book as much as I could,

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I made a cover for it with a piece of cloth, and put it into my breast pocket with my
Bible.

And that is how I go about now, and ceaselessly repeat the prayer of Jesus, which is
more precious and sweet to me than anything in the world. At times I do as much as
forty-three or four miles a day and do not feel that I am walking at all. I am aware only
of the fact that I am saying my prayer. When the bitter cold pierces me, I begin to say
my prayer more earnestly, and I quickly get warm all over. When hunger begins to
overcome me, I call more often on the name of Jesus, and I forget my wish for food.
When I fall ill and get rheumatism in my back and legs, I fix my thoughts on the
prayer and do not notice the pain. If anyone harms me I have only to think, "How
sweet is the prayer of Jesus!" and the injury and the anger alike pass away and I
forget it all. I have become a sort of half-conscious person. I have no cares and no
interests. The fussy business of the world I would not give a glance to. The one thing
I wish for is to be alone, and all by myself to pray, to pray without ceasing; and doing
this, I am filled with joy. God knows what is happening to me! Of course, all this is
sensuous, or as my departed starets said, an artificial state that follows naturally
upon routine. But because of my unworthiness and stupidity I dare not venture yet to
go on further and learn and make my own spiritual prayer within the depths of my
heart. I await God's time. And in the meanwhile I rest my hope on the prayers of my
departed starets. Thus, although I have not yet reached that ceaseless spiritual
prayer which is self-acting in the heart, yet I thank God I do now understand the
meaning of those words I heard in the Epistle—"Pray without ceasing."

I WANDERED ABOUT for a long time in different districts, having for my fellow-
traveler the prayer of Jesus, which heartened and consoled me in all my journeys, in
all my meetings with other people, and in all the happenings of travel. But I came to
feel at last that it would be better for me to stay in some one place, in order to be
alone more often, so as to be able to keep by myself and study The Philokalia.
Although I read it whenever I found shelter for the night or rested during the day, yet I
greatly wished to go more and more deeply into it, and with faith and heartfelt prayer
to learn from it teaching about the truth for the salvation of my soul.

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However, in spite of all my wishes, I could nowhere find any work that I was able to
do, for I had lost the use of my left arm when quite a child. Seeing that because of
this I should not be able to get myself a fixed abode, I made up my mind to go into
Siberia to the tomb of St. Innocent of Irkutsk. My idea was that in the forests and
steppes of Siberia I should travel in greater silence and therefore in a way that was
better for prayer and reading. And this journey I undertook, all the while saying my
oral prayer without stopping.

After no great lapse of time I had the feeling that the prayer had, so to speak, by its
own action passed from my lips to my heart. That is to say, it seemed as though my
heart in its ordinary beating began to say the words of the prayer within at each beat.
Thus for example, one, "Lord," two, "Jesus," three, "Christ," and so on. I gave up
saying the prayer with my lips. I simply listened carefully to what my heart was
saying. It seemed as though my eyes looked right down into it; and I dwelt upon the
words of my departed starets when he was telling me about this joy. Then I felt
something like a slight pain in my heart, and in my thoughts so great a love for Jesus
Christ that I pictured myself, if only I could see Him, throwing myself at His feet and
not letting them go from my embrace, kissing them tenderly, and thanking Him with
tears for having of His love and grace allowed me to find so great a consolation in His
Name, me, His unworthy and sinful creature! Further there came into my heart a
gracious warmth which spread through my whole breast. This moved me to a still
closer reading of The Philokalia in order to test my feelings, and to make a thorough
study of the business of secret prayer in the heart. For without such testing I was
afraid of falling a victim to the mere charm of it, or of taking natural effects for the
effects of grace, and of giving way to pride at my quick learning of the prayer. It was
of this danger that I had heard my departed starets speak. For this reason I took to
walking more by night and chose to spend my days reading The Philokalia sitting
down under a tree in the forest. Ah! What wisdom, such as I had never known before,
was shown me by this reading! Giving myself up to it I felt a delight which till then I
had never been able to imagine. It is true that many places were still beyond the
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things I did not understand. Sometimes also, though very rarely, I saw my departed
starets in a dream, and he threw light upon many things, and, most of all, guided my
ignorant soul more and more toward humility.

In this blissful state I passed more than two months of the summer. For the most part
I went through the forests and along bypaths. When I came to a village I asked only
for a bag of dried bread and a handful of salt. I filled my bark jar with water, and so on
for another sixty miles or so.

Toward the end of the summer temptation began to attack me, perhaps as a result of
the sins on my wretched soul, perhaps as something needed in the spiritual life,
perhaps as the best way of giving me teaching and experience. A clear case in point
was the following. One day when I came out on to the main road as twilight was
falling, two men with shaved heads who looked like a couple of soldiers came up to
me. They demanded money. When I told them that I had not a farthing on me, they
would not believe me, and shouted insolently, "You're lying, pilgrims always pick up
lots of money."

"What's the good of arguing with him!" said one of them, and gave me such a blow
on the head with his oak cudgel that I dropped senseless. I do not know whether I
remained senseless long, but when I came to I found myself lying in the forest by the
roadside, robbed. My knapsack had gone; all that was left of it were the cords from
which it hung, which they had cut. Thank God they had not stolen my passport, which
I carried in my old fur cap so as to be able to show it as quickly as possible on
demand. I got up weeping bitterly, not so much on account of the pain in my head as
for the loss of my books, the Bible and The Philokalia, which were in the stolen
knapsack.

Day and night I did not cease to weep and lament. Where was it now, my Bible which
I had always carried with me, and which I had always read from my youth onward?
Where was my Philokalia, from which I had gained so much teaching and
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before having had my fill of them! It would have been better to be killed outright than
to live without this spiritual food. For I should never be able to replace the books now.

For two days I just dragged myself along, I was so crushed by the weight of my
misfortune. On the third I quite reached the end of my strength, and dropping down in
the shelter of a bush I fell asleep. And then I had a dream. I was back at the
monastery in the cell of my starets, deploring my loss. The old man was trying to
comfort me. He said, "Let this be a lesson to you in detachment from earthly things,
for your better advance toward heaven. This has been allowed to happen to you to
save you from falling into the mere enjoyment of spiritual things. God would have the
Christian absolutely renounce all his desires and delights and attachments, and to
submit himself entirely to His divine will. He orders every event for the help and
salvation of man; 'He willeth that all men should be saved.' Take courage then and
believe that God 'will with the temptation provide also a way of escape' (1 Cor.
10:13). Soon you will be rejoicing much more than you are now distressed." At these
words I awoke, feeling my strength come back to me and 'I my soul full of light and
peace. "God's will be done," I said. I crossed myself, got up, and went on my way.
The prayer again began to be active in my heart, as before, and for three days I went
along in peace.

All at once I came upon a body of convicts with their military escort. When I came up
to them I recognized the two men who had robbed me. They were in the outside file,
and so I fell at their feet and earnestly begged them to tell me what they had done
with my books. At first they paid no heed to me, but in the end one of them said, "If
you will give us something we will tell you where your books are. Give us a ruble." I
swore to them that even if I had to beg the ruble from someone for the love of God, I
would certainly give it to them, and by way of pledge I offered them my passport.
Then they told me that my books were in the wagons which followed the prisoners,
among all the other stolen things they were found with.

"How can I get them?"

"Ask the officer in charge of us."

I hurried to the officer and told him the whole story.

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"Can you really read the Bible?" he asked me.

"Yes," I answered, "not only can I read everything, but what is more, I can write
too. You will see a signature in the Bible which shows it is mine, and here is my
passport showing the same name and surname."

He then told me that the rascals who had robbed me were deserters living in a
mud hut in the forest and that they had plundered many people, but that a clever
driver whose troika they had tried to steal had captured them the day before. "All
right," he added, "I will give you your books back if they are there, but you come with
us as far as our halting place for the night; it is only a little over two miles. Then I
need not stop the whole convoy and the wagons just for your sake." I agreed to this
gladly, and as I walked along at his horse's side, we began to talk.

I saw that he was a kindly and honest fellow and no longer young. He asked me
who I was, where I came from, and where I was going. I answered all his questions
without hiding anything, and so we reached the house which marked the end of the
day's march. He found my books and gave them back to me, saying, "Where are you
going, now night has come on? Stay here and sleep in my anteroom." So I stayed.

Now that I had my books again, I was so glad that I did not know how to thank God. I
clasped the books to my breast and held them there so long that my hands got quite
numbed. I shed tears of joy, and my heart beat with delight. The officer watched me
and said, "You must love reading your Bible very much!" But such was my joy that I
could not answer him, I could only weep. Then he went on to say, "I also read the
Gospel regularly every day, brother." He produced a small copy of the Gospels,
printed in Kiev and bound in silver, saying, "Sit down, and I will tell you how it came
about.

"Hullo there, let us have some supper," he shouted.

We drew up to the table and the officer began his story.

"Ever since I was a young man I have been with the army in the field and not on
garrison service. I knew my job, and my superior officers liked me for a conscientious
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drink, and drunkenness became a regular passion with me. So long as I kept away
from drink, I was a good officer, but when I gave way to it, I was no good for anything
for six weeks at a time. They bore with me for a long while,' but the end of it was that
after being thoroughly rude while drunk to my commanding officer, I was cashiered
and transferred to a garrison as a private soldier for three years. I was threatened
with a still more severe punishment if I did not give up drinking and mend my ways.
Even in this miserable state of affairs, however much I tried, I could not regain my
self-control nor cure myself. I found it impossible to get rid of my passion for drink,
and it was decided to send me to a disciplinary corps. When I was informed of this I
was at my wits' end. I was in barracks occupied with my wretched thoughts when
there arrived a monk who was going round collecting for a church. We each of us
gave him what we could. "He came up to me and asked me why I was so unhappy,
and I talked to him and told him my troubles. He sympathized with me and said, 'The
same thing happened to my own brother, and what do you think helped him? His
spiritual father gave him a copy of the Gospels with strict orders to read a chapter
without a moment's delay every time he felt a longing for wine coming over him. If the
desire continued he was to read a second chapter, and so on. That is what my
brother did, and at the end of a very short time his drunkenness came to an end. It is
now fifteen years since he touched a drop of alcohol. You do the same, and you will
see how that will help you. I have a copy of the Gospels which you must let me bring
you.' "I listened to him, and then I said, 'How can your Gospels help me since all
efforts of my own and all the medical treatment have failed to stop me drinking?' I
talked in that way because I had as yet never been in the habit of reading the
Gospels. 'Don't say that,' replied the monk, 'I assure you that it will be a help.' As a
matter of fact, the next day he brought me this very copy. I opened it, took a glance,
and said, 'I cannot accept it. I am not used to Church Slavonic and don't understand
it.' But the monk went on to assure me that in the very words of the gospel there lay a
gracious power, for in them was written what God Himself had spoken. 'It does not
matter very much if at first you do not understand; go on reading diligently. A monk
once said, "If you do not understand the Word of God, the devils understand what
you are reading, and tremble," and your.drunkenness is certainly the work of devils.
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in which a copy of the Gospels is kept holds the spirits of darkness at bay and
becomes an unpromising field for their wiles.' "I forget what I gave the monk. But I
bought his book of the Gospels, put it away in a trunk with my other things, and forgot
it. Some while afterward a bout of drunkenness threatened me. An irresistible desire
for drink drove me hurriedly to open my trunk to get some money and rush off to the
public house. But the first thing my eyes fell on was the copy of the Gospels, and all
that the monk had said came back vividly to my mind. I opened the book and began
to read the first chapter of St. Matthew. I got to the end of it without understanding a
word. Still I remembered that the monk had said, 'No matter if you do not understand,
go on reading diligently.' 'Come,' said I, 'I must read the second chapter.' I did so and
began to understand a little. So I started on the third chapter and then the barracks
bell began to ring; everyone had to go to bed, no one was allowed to go out, and I
had to stay where I was. When I got up in the morning I was just on the point of going
out to get some wine when I suddenly thought—supposing I were to read another
chapter? What would be the result? I read it and I did not go to the public house.
Again I felt the craving, and again I read a chapter. I felt a certain amount of relief.
This encouraged me, and from that time on, whenever I felt the need of drink, I used
to read a chapter of the Gospels. What is more, as time went on things got better and
better, and by the time I had finished all four Gospels my drunkenness was
absolutely a thing of the past, and I felt nothing but disgust for it. It is just twenty
years now since I drank a drop of alcohol.

"Everybody was astonished at the change brought about in me. Some three years
later my commission was restored to me. In due course I was promoted, and finally
got my majority. I married; I am blessed with a good wife, we have made a position
for ourselves, and so, thank God, we go on living our life. As far as we can, we help
the poor and give hospitality to pilgrims. Why, now I have a son who is an officer and
a first-rate fellow. And mark this—since the time when I was cured of drunkenness, I
have lived under a vow to read the Gospels every single day of my life, one whole
Gospel in every twenty- four hours, and I let nothing whatever hinder me. I do this
still. If I am exceedingly pressed with business and unusually tired, I lie down and get
my wife or my son to read the whole of one of the evangelists to me, and so avoid
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book of the Gospels mounted in pure silver, and I always carry it in my breast
pocket."

I listened with great joy to this story of his. "I also have come across a case of the
same sort," I told him.

"At the factory in our village there was a craftsman, very skillful at his job, and a
good, kindly fellow. Unhappily, however, he also drank, and very often at that. A
certain God-fearing man advised him, when the desire for drink seized him, to repeat
the prayer of Jesus thirty- three times in honor of the Holy Trinity, and in memory of
the thirty-three years of the earthly life of Jesus Christ. He took his advice and started
to carry it out, and very soon he quite gave up drinking. And, what is more, three
years later he went into a monastery."

"And which is the best," he asked, "the prayer of Jesus, or the Gospels?"

"It's all one and the same thing," I answered. "What the Gospel is, that the prayer
of Jesus is also, for the Divine Name of Jesus Christ holds in itself the whole
Gospel truth. The holy Fathers say that the prayer of Jesus is a summary of the
Gospels." After our talk we said prayers, and the major began to read the Gospel of
St. Mark from the beginning, and I listened and said the prayer in my heart. At two
o'clock in the morning he came to the end of the gospel, and we parted and went to
bed.

As usual I got up early in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. As soon as it began
to get light, I eagerly seized my beloved Philokalia. With what gladness I opened it! I
might have been getting a glimpse of my own father coming back from a far country,
or of a friend risen from the dead. I kissed it and thanked God for giving it me back
again. I began at once to read Theolept of Philadelphia, in the second part of the
book. His teaching surprised me when he lays down that one and the same person at
one and the same time should do three quite different things. "Seated at table," he
says, "supply your body with food, your ear with reading, and your mind with prayer."
But the memory of the very happy evening the day before really gave me from my
own experience the meaning of this thought. And here also the secret was revealed
to me that the mind and the heart are not one and the same thing.

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As soon as the major rose I went to thank him for his kindness and to say good-bye.
He gave me tea and a ruble and bade me farewell. I set off again feeling very happy.
I had gone over half a mile when I remembered I had promised the soldiers a ruble,
and that now this ruble had come to me in a quite unlooked-for way. Should I give it
to them or not? At first I thought: they beat you and they robbed you; moreover this
money will be of no use to them whatever, since they are under arrest. But afterward
other thoughts came to me. Remember it is written in the Bible, "If thine enemy
hunger, feed him," and Jesus Christ himself said, "Love your enemies," "And if any
man will take away thy coat let him have thy cloak also." That settled it for me. I went
back, and just as I got to the house all the convicts came out to start on the next
stage of their march. I went quickly up to my two soldiers, handed them my ruble and
said, "Repent and pray! Jesus Christ loves men; he will not forsake you." And with
that I left them and went on my way.

After doing some thirty miles along the main road I thought I would take a bypath so
that I might be more by myself and read more quietly. For a long while I walked
through the heart of the forest, and but rarely came upon a village. At times I passed
almost the whole day sitting under the trees and carefully reading The Philokalia,
from which I gained a surprising amount of knowledge. My heart kindled with desire
for union with God by means of interior prayer, and I was eager to learn it under the
guidance and control of my book. At the same time I felt sad that I had no dwelling
where I could give myself up quietly to reading all the while. During this time I read
my Bible also, and I felt that I began to understand it more clearly than before, when I
had failed to understand many things in it and had often been a prey to doubts. The
holy Fathers were right when they said that The Philokalia is a key to the mysteries of
holy Scripture. With the help it gave me I began to some extent to understand the
hidden meaning of the Word of God. I began to see the meaning of such sayings as
"the inner secret man of the heart," "true prayer worships in the spirit," "the kingdom
is within us," "the intercession of the Holy Spirit with groanings that cannot be
uttered," "abide in me," "give me thy heart," "to put on Christ," "the betrothal of the
Spirit to our hearts," the cry from the depths of the heart, "Abba, Father," and so on.
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delightful and marvelous. The trees, the grass, the birds, the earth, the air, the light
seemed to be telling me that they existed for man's sake, that they witnessed to the
love of God for man, that everything proved the love of God for man, that all things
prayed to God and sang His praise. Thus it was that I came to understand what The
Philokalia calls "the knowledge of the speech of all creatures," and I saw the means
by which converse could be held with God's creatures. In this way I wandered about
for a long while, coming at length to so lonely a district that for three days I came
upon no village at all. My supply of dried bread was used up, and I began to be very
much cast down at the thought I might die of hunger. I began to pray my hardest in
the depths of my heart. All my fears went, and I entrusted myself to the will of God.
My peace of mind came back to me, and I was in good spirits again. When I had
gone a little further along the road, which here skirted a huge forest, I caught sight of
a dog that came out of it and ran along in front of me. I called it, and it came up to me
with a great show of friendliness. I was glad, and I thought, Here is another case of
God's goodness! No doubt there is a flock grazing in the forest and this dog belongs
to the shepherd. Or perhaps somebody is shooting in the neighborhood. Whichever it
is I shall be able to beg a piece of bread if nothing more, for I have eaten nothing for
twenty-four hours. Or at least I shall be able to find out where the nearest village is.
After jumping around me for some little time and seeing that I was not going to give
him anything, the dog trotted back into the forest along the narrow footpath by which
he had come out. I followed, and a few hundred yards further on, looking between
the trees, I saw him run into a hole, from which he looked out and began to bark. At
the same time a thin and pale middle-aged peasant came into view from behind a
great tree. He asked me where I came from, and for my part I wanted to know how
he came to be there, and so we started a friendly talk.

He took me into his mud hut and told me that he was a forester and that he looked
after this particular wood, which had been sold for felling. He set bread and salt
before me, and we began to talk. "How I envy you," said I, "being able to live so
nicely alone in this quiet instead of being like me! I wander from place to place and
rub along with all sorts of people."

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"You can stop here too, if you like," he answered. "The old forester's hut is quite
near here. It is half ruined, but still quite fit to live in in summer. I suppose you have
your passport. As far as bread goes, we shall always have plenty of that—it is
brought to me every week from my village. This spring here never dries up. For my
part, brother, I have eaten nothing but bread and have drunk nothing but water for
the last ten years. This is how things stand. When autumn comes and the peasants
have ended their work on the land, some two hundred workmen will be coming to cut
down this wood. Then I shall have no further business here, and you will not be
allowed to stay either."

As I listened to all this I all but fell at his feet, I felt so pleased. I did not know how
to thank God for such goodness. In this unlooked-for way my greatest wish was to be
granted me. There were still over four months before next autumn; during all that time
I could enjoy the silence and peace needed for a close reading of The Philokalia in
order to study and learn ceaseless prayer in the heart. So I very gladly stayed there,
to live during that time in the hut he showed me.I talked further with this simple
brother who gave me shelter, and he told me about his life and his ideas. "I had quite
a good position in the life of our village," said he. "I had a workshop where I dyed
fustian and linen, and I lived comfortably enough, though not without sin. I often
cheated in business, I was a false swearer, I was abusive, I used to drink and
quarrel. In our village there was an old dyachok3 who had a very old book on the Last
Judgment. He used to go from house to house and read from it, and he was paid
something for doing so. He came to me too. Give him threepence and a glass of wine
into the bargain and he would go on reading all night till cockcrow. There I would sit
at my work and listen while he read about the torments that await us in hell. I heard
how the living will be changed and the dead raised, how God will come down to
judge the world, how the angels will sound the trumpets. I heard of the fire and pitch,
and of the worm which will devour sinners. One day as I listened I was seized with
horror, and I said to myself, What if these torments come upon me? I will set to work
to save my soul. It may be that by prayer I can avoid the results of my sins. I thought
about this for a long time. Then I gave up my work, sold my house, and as I was
alone in the world, I got a place as forester here and all I ask of my mir4 is bread,
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years now. I eat only once a day and then nothing but bread and water. I get up at
cockcrow, make my devotions, and say my prayers before the holy icons with seven
candles burning. When I make my rounds in the forest during the day, I wear iron
chains weighing sixty pounds next my skin. I never grumble, drink neither wine nor
beer, I never quarrel with anybody at all, and I have had nothing to do with women
and girls all my life. At first this sort of life pleased me, but lately other thoughts have
come into my mind, and I cannot get away from them. God only knows if I shall be
able to pray my sins away in this fashion, and it's a hard life. And is everything written
in that book true? How can a dead man rise again? Supposing he has been dead
over a hundred years and not even his ashes are left? Who knows if there is really a
hell or not? What more is known of a man after he dies and rots? Perhaps the book
was written by priests and masters to make us poor fools afraid and keep us quiet.
What if we plague ourselves for nothing and give up all our pleasure in vain?
Suppose there is no such thing as another life, what then? Isn't it better to enjoy
one's earthly life, and take it easily and happily? Ideas of this kind often worry me,
and I don't know but what I shall not some day go back to my old work."

I heard him with pity. They say, I thought, that it is only the learned and the clever
who are free thinkers and believe in nothing! Yet here is one of ourselves, even a
simple peasant, a prey to such unbelief. The kingdom of darkness throws open its
gates to everyone, it seems, and maybe attacks the simpleminded most easily.
Therefore one must learn wisdom and strengthen oneself with the Word of God as
much as possible against the enemy of the soul.

So with the object of helping this brother and doing all I could to strengthen his faith, I
took The Philokalia out of my knapsack. Turning to the 109th chapter of Isikhi, I read
it to him. I set out to prove to him the use- lessness and vanity of avoiding sin merely
from fear of the tortures of hell. I told him that the soul could be freed from sinful
thoughts only by guarding the mind and cleansing the heart, and that this could be
done by interior prayer. I added that according to the holy Fathers, one who performs
saving works simply from the fear of hell follows the way of bondage, and he who
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path of a bargainer with God. The one they call a slave, the other a hireling. But God
wants us to come to Him as sons to their Father; He wants us to behave ourselves
honorably from love for Him and zeal for His service; He wants us to find our
happiness in uniting ourselves with Him in a saving union of mind and heart.

"However much you spend yourself on treating your body hardly," I said, "you will
never find peace of mind that way, and unless you have God in your mind and the
ceaseless prayer of Jesus in your heart, you will always be likely to fall back into sin
for the very slightest reason. Set to work, my brother, upon the ceaseless saying of
the prayer of Jesus. You have such a good chance of doing so here in this lonely
place, and in a short while you will see the gain of it. No godless thoughts will then be
able to get at you, and the true faith and love for Jesus Christ will be shown to you.
You will then understand how the dead will be raised, and you will see the Last
Judgment in its true light. The prayer will make you feel such lightness and such bliss
in your heart that you will be astonished at it yourself, and your wholesome way of life
will be neither dull nor troublesome to you."

Then I went on to explain to him as well as I could how to begin, and how to go on
ceaselessly with the prayer of Jesus, and how the Word of God and the writings of
the holy Fathers teach us about it. He agreed with it all and seemed to me to be
calmer.

Then I left him and shut myself up in the hut which he had shown me. Ah! How
delighted I was, how calmly happy when I crossed the threshold of that lonely retreat,
or rather, that tomb! It seemed to me like a magnificent palace filled with every
consolation and delight. With tears of rapture I gave thanks to God and said to
myself, Here in this peace and quietude I must seriously set to work at my task and
beseech God to give me light. So I started by reading through The Philokalia again
with great care, from beginning to end. Before long I had read the whole of it, and I
saw how much wisdom, holiness, and depth of insight there was in this book. Still, so
many matters were dealt with in it, and it contained such a lot of lessons from the
holy Fathers, that I could not very well grasp it all and take in as a single whole what
was said about interior prayer. And this was what I chiefly wanted to know, so as to
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This was my great desire, following the divine command in the Apostle's words,
"Covet earnestly the best gifts," and again, "Quench not the Spirit." I thought over the
matter for a long time. What was to be done? My mind and my understanding were
not equal to the task, and there was no one to explain. I made up my mind to besiege
God with prayer. Maybe He would make me understand somehow. For twenty-four
hours I did nothing but pray without stopping for a single moment. At last my thoughts
were calmed, and I fell asleep. And then I dreamed that I was in my departed starets'
cell and that he was explaining The Philokalia to me. "The holy book is full of
profound wisdom," he was saying. "It is a secret treasury of the meaning of the
hidden judgments of God. It is not everywhere and to everyone that it is
accessible, but it does give to each such guidance as he needs: to the wise, wise
guidance, to the simpleminded, simple guidance. That is why you simple folk should
not read the chapters one after the other as they are arranged in the book. That order
is for those who are instructed in theology. Those who are uninstructed, but who
nevertheless desire to learn interior prayer from this book, should take things in this
order. First of all, read through the book of Nicephorus the monk (in part two), then
the whole book of Gregory of Sinai, except the short chapters, Simeon the new
theologian on the three forms of prayer and his discourse on faith, and after that the
book of Callistus and Ignatius. In these Fathers there are full directions and teaching
on interior prayer of the heart, in a form which everyone can understand.

"And if, in addition, you want to find a very understandable instruction on prayer,
turn to part four and find the summarized pattern of prayer by the most holy Callistus,
patriarch of Constantinople."

In my dream I held the book in my hands and began to look for this passage, but I
was quite unable to find it. Then he turned over a few pages himself and said, "Here
it is, I will mark it for you." He picked up a piece of charcoal from the ground and
made a mark in the margin, against the passage he had found. I listened to him with
care and tried to fix in my mind everything he said, word for word. When I woke up it
was still dark. I lay still and in thought went over my dream and all that my starets had
said to me. "God knows," thought I, "whether it is really the spirit of my departed
starets that I have seen, or whether it is only the outcome of my own thoughts,

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because they are so often taken up with The Philokalia and my starets." With this
doubt in my mind I got up, for day was beginning to break, and what did I see? There
on the stone which served as a table in my hut lay the book open at the very page
which my starets had pointed out to me, and in the margin, a charcoal mark just as in
my dream! Even the piece of charcoal itself was lying beside the book! I looked in
astonishment, for I remembered clearly that the book was not there the evening
before, that it had been put, shut, under my pillow, and also I was quite certain that
before there had been nothing where now I saw the charcoal mark.

It was this which made me sure of the truth of my dream, and that my revered master
of blessed memory was pleasing to God. I set about reading The Philokalia in the
exact order he had bidden. I read it once, and again a second time, and this reading
kindled in my soul a zealous desire to make what I had read a matter of practical
experience. I saw clearly what interior prayer means, how it is to be reached, what
the fruits of it are, how it filled one's heart and soul with delight, and how one could
tell whether that delight comes from God, from nature, or from temptation.

So I began by searching out my heart in the way Simeon the new theologian
teaches. With my eyes shut I gazed in thought, that is, in imagination, upon my heart.
I tried to picture it there in the left side of my breast and to listen carefully to its
beating. I started doing this several times a day, for half an hour at a time, and at first
I felt nothing but a sense of darkness. But little by little after a fairly short time I was
able to picture my heart and to note its movement, and further with the help of my
breathing I could put into it and draw from it the prayer of Jesus in the manner taught
by the saints, Gregory of Sinai, Callistus, and Ignatius. When drawing the air in I
looked in spirit into my heart and said, "Lord Jesus Christ," and when breathing out
again, I said, "Have mercy on me." I did this at first for an hour at a time, then for two
hours, then for as long as I could, and in the end almost all day long. If any difficulty
arose, if sloth or doubt came upon me, I hastened to take up The Philokalia and read
again those parts which dealt with the work of the heart, and then once more I felt
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When about three weeks had passed I felt a pain in my heart, and then a most
delightful warmth, as well as consolation and peace. This aroused me still more and
spurred me on more and more to give great care to the saying of the prayer so that
all my thoughts were taken up with it and I felt a very great joy. From this time I
began to have from time to time a number of different feelings in my heart and mind.
Sometimes my heart would feel as though it were bubbling with joy; such lightness,
freedom, and consolation were in it. Sometimes I felt a burning love for Jesus Christ
and for all God's creatures. Sometimes my eyes brimmed over with tears of
thankfulness to God, who was so merciful to me, a wretched sinner. Sometimes my
understanding, which had been so stupid before, was given so much light that I could
easily grasp and dwell upon matters of which up to now I had not been able even to
think at all. Sometimes that sense of a warm gladness in my heart spread throughout
my whole being and I was deeply moved as the fact of the presence of God
everywhere was brought home to me. Sometimes by calling upon the name of Jesus
I was overwhelmed with bliss, and now I knew the meaning of the words "The
kingdom of God is within you."

From having all these and other like feelings I noted that interior prayer bears fruit in
three ways: in the spirit, in the feelings, and in revelations. In the first, for instance, is
the sweetness of the love of God, inward peace, gladness of mind, purity of thought,
and the sweet remembrance of God. In the second, the pleasant warmth of the heart,
fullness of delight in all one's limbs, the joyous "bubbling" in the heart, lightness and
courage, the joy of living, power not to feel sickness and sorrow. And in the last, light
given to the mind, understanding of holy Scripture, knowledge of the speech of
created things, freedom from fuss and vanity, knowledge of the joy of the inner life,
and finally certainty of the nearness of God and of His love for us.

After spending five months in this lonely life of prayer and such happiness as this, I
grew so used to the prayer that I went on with it all the time. In the end I felt it going
on of its own accord within my mind and in the depths of my heart, without any urging
on my part. Not only when I was awake, but even during sleep, just the same thing
went on. Nothing broke into it, and it never stopped even for a single moment,

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whatever I might be doing. My soul was always giving thanks to God and my heart
melted away with unceasing happiness.

The time came for the wood to be felled. People began to come along in crowds, and
I had to leave my quiet dwelling. I thanked the forester, said some prayers, kissed the
bit of the earth which God had deigned to give me, unworthy of His mercy as I was,
shouldered my bag of books, and set off.

For a very long while I wandered about in different places until I reached Irkutsk. The
self-acting prayer in my heart was a comfort and consolation all the way; whatever I
met with it never ceased to gladden me, though it did so to different degrees at
different times. Wherever I was, whatever I did or gave myself up to, it never
hindered things, nor was hindered by them. If I am working at anything the prayer
goes on by itself in my heart, and the work gets on faster. If I am listening carefully to
anything, or reading, the prayer never stops; at one and the same time I am aware of
both just as if I were made into two people, or as if there were two souls in my one
body. Lord! what a mysterious thing man is! "How manifold are thy works, O Lord! In
wisdom hast thou made them all."

All sorts of things and many strange adventures happened to me as I went on my
way. If I were to start telling them all, I should not end in twenty-four hours. Thus, for
example, one winter evening as I was going alone through the forest toward a village
which I could see about a mile away, and where I was to spend the night, a great wolf
suddenly came in sight and made for me. I had in my hand my starets's woolen
rosary, which I always carried with me. I struck at the animal with that. Well, the
rosary was torn out of my hands and got twisted round the wolf's neck. He leapt away
from me, but in jumping through a thorn bush he got his hind paws caught. The
rosary also caught on a bough of a dead tree and he began dashing himself about,
but he could not free himself because the rosary was tightening round his throat. I
crossed myself in faith and went forward to free him, chiefly because I was afraid that
if he tore my rosary away and ran off with it, I should lose my precious rosary. And
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leaving a trace. I thanked God, with my blessed starets in mind, and I came safe and
sound to the village, where I asked for a night's lodging at an inn.

I went into the house. Two men, one of them old and the other middle-aged and
heavily built, were sitting at a table in a corner drinking tea. They looked as though
they were not just simple folk, and I asked the peasant who was with their horses
who they were. He told me that the elder of the two was a teacher at an elementary
school, and the other the clerk of the county court. They were both people of the
better class. He was driving them to a fair about a dozen miles away. After sitting a
while, I asked the hostess to lend me a needle and thread, came over into the
candlelight, and set about mending my broken rosary.

The clerk watched what I was doing and said, "I suppose you have been praying so
hard that your rosary broke?"

"It was not I who broke it," I answered, "it was a wolf."

"What! A wolf? Do wolves say their prayers, too?" said he jokingly. I told them all
that had happened, and how precious the rosary was to me. The clerk laughed
again, saying, "Miracles are always happening with you sham saints! What was there
sacred about a thing like that? The simple fact was that you brandished something at
the wolf and he was frightened and went off. Of course, dogs and wolves take fright
at the gesture of throwing, and getting caught on a tree is common enough. That sort
of thing very often happens. Where is the miracle?"

But the old man answered him thus: "Do not jump to conclusions like that, sir. You
miss the deeper aspects of the incident. For my part I see in this peasant's story the
mystery of nature, both sensuous and spiritual."

"How's that?" asked the clerk.

"Well, like this. Although you have not received the highest education, you have,
of course, learned the sacred history of the Old and New Testaments, as
summarized in the questions and answers used at school. You remember that when
our father Adam was still in a state of holy innocence all the animals were obedient to
him. They approached him in fear and received from him their names. The old man to
whom this rosary belonged was a saint. Now what is the meaning of sanctity? For the

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sinner it means nothing else than a return through effort and discipline to the state of
innocence of the first man. When the soul is made holy the body becomes holy also.
The rosary had always been in the hands of a sanctified person; the effect of the
contact of his hands and the exhalation of his body was to inoculate it with holy
power—the power of the first man's innocence. That is the mystery of spiritual nature!
All animals in natural succession down to the present time have experienced this
power, and they experience it through smelling, for in all animals the nose is the chief
organ of sensation. That is the mystery of sensuous nature!"

"You learned people go on about strength and wisdom," said the clerk, "but we
take things more simply. Fill up a glass of vodka and tip it off; that will give you
strength enough." And he went over to the cupboard.

"That's your business," said the schoolmaster, "but please leave learning to us!"

I liked the way he spoke, and I came up closer to him and said, "May I venture,
Father, to tell you a little more about my starets?" And so I told him about the
appearance of my starets while I was asleep, the teaching he had given me, and the
charcoal mark which he had made in The Philokalia. He listened with care to what I
told him, but the clerk, who lay stretched out on a bench, muttered, "It's true enough
you can lose your wits through reading the Bible too much. That's what it is! Do you
suppose a bogeyman comes and marks your books at night? You simply let the book
drop on the ground yourself while you were asleep, and some soot made a dirty mark
on it. There's your miracle! Eh, you tricksters, I've come across plenty of your
kidney!" Muttering this sort of thing, the clerk rolled over with his face to the wall and
went to sleep. So I turned to the schoolmaster, saying, "If I may, I will show you the
actual book. Look, it is really marked, not just dirtied with soot." I took it out of my
knapsack and showed him. "What surprises me," said I, "is how a spirit without a
body could have picked up a piece of charcoal and written with it." He looked at the
mark and said, "This also is a spiritual mystery. I will explain it to you. Look here now,
when spirits appear in a bodily form to a living person, they compose themselves a
body which can be felt, from the air and the world-stuff, and later on give back to the
elements again what they had borrowed from them. Just as the atmosphere
possesses elasticity, a power to contract and expand, so the soul, clothed in it, can
take up anything, and act, and write. But what is this book of yours? Let me have a

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look at it." He began to look at it and it opened at the sermons of St. Simeon the new
theologian. "Ah, this must be a theological work. I have never seen it before," he said.

"It is almost wholly made up," I told him, "of teaching on interior prayer of the
heart in the name of Jesus Christ. It is set forth here in full detail by twenty-five holy
Fathers."

"Ah, I know something of interior prayer," he answered.

I bowed before him, down to the very ground, and begged him to speak to me
about interior prayer.

"Well, it says in the New Testament that man and all creation 'are subject to
vanity, not willingly,' and sigh with effort and desire to enter into the liberty of the
children of God. The mysterious sighing of creation, the innate aspiration of every
soul toward God, that is exactly what interior prayer is. There is no need to learn it, it
is innate in every one of us!" "But what is one to do to find it in oneself, to feel it in
one's heart, to acknowledge it by one's will, to take it and feel the happiness and light
of it, and so to reach salvation?" I asked.

"I don't know whether there is anything on the subject in theological books," said

he.

"Well, here it is. It is all explained here," I answered, showing him my book again.
The schoolmaster noted the title and said he would certainly have one sent from
Tobolsk and study it. After that we went our different ways. I thanked God for this talk
with the schoolmaster and prayed that God would so order things that the clerk also
might read The Philokalia, even if only once, and let him find salvation through it.

Another time—it was in spring—I passed through a village where I stayed with the
priest. He was a worthy man, living alone, and I spent three days with him. Having
watched me for that length of time, he said to me, "Stay here. I will pay you
something. I need a trustworthy man; as you see, we are starting to build a stone
church here near the old wooden chapel, and I have been looking for some honest
person to keep an eye on the workmen and stay in the chapel in charge of the
offerings for the building fund. It is exactly the thing for you and would just suit your
way of life. You will be alone in the chapel and say your prayers. There is a quiet little
room for a verger there. Please stay, at any rate until the building is finished."

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For a long while I refused, but in the end I had to yield to the good priest's
begging, and I stayed there till the autumn, taking up my abode in the chapel. At first
I found it quiet and apt for prayer, although a great many people came to the chapel,
especially on holidays, some to say their prayers, some because they were bored,
and others again with the idea of pilfering from the collection plate. I read my Bible
and my Philokalia every evening, and some of them saw this and started talking to
me about it or asked me to read aloud.

After a while I noticed that a young village girl often came to the chapel and spent
a long while in prayer. Listening to her whisperings, I found that the prayers she was
saying were some of them strange to me, and others the usual prayers in a garbled
form. I asked her where she learned such things, and she told me it was from her
mother, who was a churchwoman, but that her father belonged to a sect which had
no priesthood. Feeling sorry for her, I advised her to read her prayers in the right form
as given by the tradition of holy church. Then I taught her the right wording of the
Lord's Prayer and of the Hail Mary, and finally I advised her to say the prayer of
Jesus as often as she could, for that brought one nearer to God than any other
prayer. The girl took note of what I said and set about it quite simply. And what
happened? A short time afterward she told me that she was so used to the prayer
that she felt it draw her all the time, that she used it as much as she could, that she
enjoyed the prayer at the time, and that afterward she was filled with gladness and a
wish to begin using it again. I was glad of this and advised her to go on with it more
and more.

Summer was drawing to a close. Many visitors to the chapel came to see me
also, not only to be read to and to ask for advice, but with all sorts of worldly troubles,
and even to ask about things they had mislaid or lost. Some of them seemed to take
me for a wizard. The girl I spoke about also came to me one day in a state of great
distress and worry, not knowing what to do. Her father wanted to make her marry a
man of his own religion, and they were to be married not by a priest but by a mere
peasant belonging to the same sect. "How could that be a lawful marriage—wouldn't
it be the same thing as fornication?" cried the girl. She had made up her mind to run
away somewhere or other.

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"But," said I, "where to? They would be sure to find you again. They will look
everywhere, and you won't be able to hide anywhere from them. You had better pray
earnestly to God to turn your father from his purpose and to guard your soul from sin
and heresy. That is a much sounder plan than running away."

Thus time passed away, and all this noise and fuss began to be more than I could
bear, and at last at the end of summer I made up my mind to leave the chapel and go
on with my pilgrimage as before. I told the priest what was in my mind, saying, "You
know my plans, Father. I must have quiet for prayer, and here it is very disturbing and
bad for me, and I have spent the whole summer here. Now let me go, and give your
blessing on my lonely journey."

But the priest did not want to let me go and tried to get me to stay. "What is there
to hinder your praying here? Your work is nothing to speak of, beyond stopping in the
chapel. You have your daily bread. Say your prayers then all day and all night if you
like, and live with God. You are useful here, you don't go in for silly gossip with the
people who come here, you are a source of profit to the church. All that is worth more
in God's sight than your prayers all by yourself. Why do you always want to be
alone? Common prayer is pleasanter. God did not create man to think of himself
only, but that men should help each other and lead each other along the path to
salvation, each according to his strength. Think of the saints and the fathers of the
church! They bustled about day and night, they cared for the needs of the church,
they used to preach all over the place. They didn't sit down alone and hide
themselves from people."

"Everyone has his own gift from God," I answered. "There have been many
preachers, Father, but there have also been many hermits. Everyone does what he
can, as he sees his own path, with the thought that God Himself shows him the way
of his salvation. How do you get over the fact that many of the saints gave up their
positions as bishops or priests or the rule of a monastery and went into the desert to
get away from the fuss which comes from living with other people? St. Isaac the
Syrian, for instance, fled from the flock whose bishop he was, and the venerable
Athanasius of Athos left his large monastery just because to them these places were
a source of temptation, and they sincerely believed our Lord's saying, 'What shall it
profit a man if he gains the whole world and lose his own soul?'"

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"Ah, but they were saints," said the priest.

"And if," I answered, "the very saints took steps to guard themselves from the
dangers of mingling with people, what else, I ask you, can a feeble sinner do?"

So in the end I said good-bye to this good priest, and he, out of the love in his
heart, set me on my way.

Some half-dozen miles farther on, I stopped for the night at a village. At the inn
there I found a peasant hopelessly ill, and I advised those who were with him to see
that he had the last sacraments. They agreed, and toward morning sent for the parish
priest. I stayed there too, because I wanted to worship and pray in the presence of
the holy gifts, and going out into the street, sat down on the zavalina5 to wait for the
priest to come. All at once I was astonished to see running toward me from the
backyard the girl who used to pray in the chapel.

"What brings you here?" I asked.
"They had fixed the day of my betrothal to the man I told you of, so I left them." And
kneeling before me she went on. "Have pity on me: take me with you and put me into
some convent or other. I don't want to be married, I want to live in a convent and say
the Jesus Prayer. They will listen to you and take me."

"Goodness!" I exclaimed, "And where am I to take you to? I don't know a single
convent in this neighborhood. Besides, I can't take you anywhere without a passport.
For one thing, you wouldn't be taken in anywhere, and for another it would be quite
impossible for you to hide nowadays. You would be caught at once and sent home
again and punished as a tramp into the bargain. You had far better go home and say
your prayers there. And if you don't want to marry, make out you are ill. The holy
mother Clementa did that, and so did the venerable Marina when she took refuge in
a men's convent. There are many other cases of the same thing. It is called a saving
pretense."

While all this was happening and we sat talking the matter over, we saw four men
driving up the road with a pair of horses and coming straight toward us at a gallop.
They seized the girl and put her in the cart, and one of them drove off with her. The
other three tied my hands together and haled me back to the village where I had
spent the summer. Their only reply to everything I said for myself was to shout, "We'll
teach the little saint to seduce young girls!"

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That evening they brought me to the village court, put my feet in irons, and lodged
me in jail to await my trial in the morning. The priest heard that I was in prison and
came to see me. He brought me some supper and comforted me, saying that he
would do what he could for me and give his word as a spiritual father that I was not
the sort of person they thought. After sitting with me for a while he went away.

The magistrate came late in the evening, driving through the village on his way to
somewhere else, and stopped at the deputy's house, where they told him what hat
happened. He bade the peasants come together, and had me brought to the house
which was used as a court. We went in and stood waiting. In comes the magistrate,
blustering, and sits down on the table with his hat on. "Hi! Epiphan," he shouts, "did
the girl, this daughter of yours, run off with anything from your house?"

"No, sir, nothing," was the answer.

"Has she been found out doing anything wrong with that fool there?"

"No, sir."

"Well then, this is my decision and my judgment in the matter: you deal with your
daughter yourself, and as for this fellow we will teach him a lesson tomorrow and
throw him out of the village, with strict orders never to show his face here again. So
that's that."

So saying, he got down from the table and went off to bed, while I was taken back
to jail. Early in the morning two country policemen came, flogged me, and drove me
out of the village. I went off thanking God that He counted me worthy to suffer for His
name. This comforted me and gave still more warmth and glow to my ceaseless
interior prayer. None of these things made me feel at all cast down. It was as though
they happened to someone else and I merely watched them. Even the flogging was
within my power to bear. The prayer brought sweetness into my heart and made me
unaware, so to speak, of everything else.

A mile or two farther on I met the girl's mother, coming home from market with
what she had bought.

Seeing me, she told me that the son-in-law to be had withdrawn his suit. "You see,
he is annoyed with Akulka for having run away from him." Then she gave me some
bread and patties, and I went on my way.

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The weather was fine and dry and I had no wish to spend the night in a village. So
when I came upon two fenced-in haystacks as I went through the forest that evening,
I lay down beneath them for a night's lodging. I fell asleep and dreamed that I was
walking along and reading a chapter of St. Anthony the Great from The Philokalia.
Suddenly my starets overtook me and said, "Don't read that, read this," and pointed
to these words in the thirty- fifth chapter of St. John Karpathisky: "A teacher submits
at times to ignominy and endures pain for the sake of his spiritual children." And
again he made me note in the forty-first chapter, "Those who give themselves most
earnestly to prayer, it is they who become the prey of terrible and violent
temptations." Then he said, "Take courage and do not be downcast. Remember the
Apostle's words, 'Greater is he that is in you than he that is in the world.' You see that
you have now had experience of the truth that no temptation is beyond man's
strength to resist, and that with the temptation God makes also a way of escape.
Reliance upon this divine help has strengthened holy men of prayer and led them on
to greater zeal and ardor. They not only devoted their own lives to ceaseless prayer,
but also out of the love of their hearts revealed it and taught it to others as
opportunity occurred. St. Gregory of Thessalonika speaks of this as follows: 'Not only
should we ourselves in accordance with God's will pray unceasingly in the name of
Jesus Christ, but we are bound to reveal it and teach it to others, to everyone in
general, religious and secular, learned and simple, men, women, and children, and to
inspire them all with zeal for prayer without ceasing.' In the same way the venerable
Callistus Telicudes says, 'One ought not to keep thoughts about God (i.e., interior
prayer) and what is learned by contemplation, and the means of raising the soul on
high, simply in one's own mind, but one should make notes of it, put it into writing for
general use and with a loving motive.' And the Scriptures say in this connection,
'Brother is helped by brother like a strong and lofty city' (Prov. 18:19). Only in this
case it is above all things necessary to avoid self-praise and to take care that the
seed of divine teaching is not sown to the wind."

I woke up feeling great joy in my heart and strength in my soul, and I went on my
way.

A long while after this something else happened, which also I will tell you about if
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make my communion the next day—that is, on the feast of the annunciation of our
Lady. I asked whether the church was far away and was told it was about twenty
miles. So I walked for the rest of that day and all the next night in order to get there in
time for matins. The weather was as bad as it could be—it snowed and rained, there
was a strong wind, and it was very cold. On my way I had to cross a small stream,
and just as I got to the middle the ice gave way under my feet and I was plunged into
the water up to my waist. Drenched like this, I came to matins and stood through it,
and also through the liturgy which followed, and at which by God's grace I made my
communion. In order to spend the day quietly and without spoiling my spiritual
happiness, I begged the verger to allow me to stay in his little room until the next
morning. I was more happy than I can tell all that day, and my heart was full of joy. I
lay on the plank bed in that unheated room as though I were resting on Abraham's
bosom. The prayer was very active. The love of Jesus Christ and of the Mother of
God seemed to surge into my heart in waves of sweetness and steep my soul in
consolation and triumph. At nightfall I was seized with violent rheumatic pains in my
legs, and that brought to my mind that they were soaking wet. I took no notice of it
and set my heart the more to my prayer, so that I no longer felt the pain. In the
morning when I wanted to get up I found that I could not move my legs. They were
quite paralyzed and as feeble as bits of string. The verger dragged me down off the
bed by main force. And so there I sat for two days without moving. On the third day
the verger set about turning me out of his room, "for," said he, "supposing you die
here, what a fuss there will be!" With the greatest of difficulty I somehow or other
crawled along on my arms and dragged myself to the steps of the church, and lay
there. And there I stayed like that for a couple of days. The people who went by
passed me without taking the slightest notice either of me or of my pleadings. In the
end a peasant came up to me and sat down and talked. And after a while he asked,
"What will you give me if I cure you? I had just exactly the same thing once, so I
know a medicine for it."

"I have nothing to give you," I answered.

"But what have you got in your bag?"

"Only dried bread and some books."

"Well, what about working for me just for one summer, if I cure you?"

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"I can't do any work; as you see, I have only the use of one arm, the other is
almost entirely withered."

"Then what can you do?"

"Nothing, beyond the fact that I can read and write."

"Ah! write! Well, teach my little boy to write. He can read a little, and I want him to be
able to write too. But it costs such a lot—they want twenty rubles to teach him."

I agreed to this, and with the verger's help he carried me away and put me in an
old empty bathhouse in his backyard.

Then he set about curing me. And this was his method: He picked up from the floors,
the yards, the cesspools, the best part of a bushel of various sorts of putrid bones,
bones of cattle, of birds—all sorts. He washed them, broke them up small with a
stone, and put them into a great earthen pot. This he covered with a lid which had a
small hole in it and placed upside down on an empty jar sunk in the ground. He
smeared the upper pot with a thick coating of clay, and making a pile of wood round
it, he set fire to this and kept it burning for more than twenty-four hours, saying as he
fed the fire, "Now we'll get some tar from the bones." Next day, when he took the
lower jar out of the ground, there had dripped into it through the hole in the lid of the
other jar about a pint of thick, reddish, oily liquid, with a strong smell, like living raw
meat. As for the bones left in the jar, from being black and putrid they had become
white and clean and transparent like mother-of-pearl. I rubbed my legs with this liquid
five times a day. And lo and behold, twenty-four hours later I found I could move my
toes; another day and I could bend my legs and straighten them again. On the fifth
day I stood on my feet, and with the help of a stick walked about the yard. In a word,
in a week's time my legs had become fully as strong as they were before. I thanked
God and mused upon the mysterious power which He has given His creatures. Dry,
putrid bones, almost brought to dust, yet keeping such vital force, color, smell, power
of acting on living bodies, and as it were giving life to bodies that are half dead! It is a
pledge of the future resurrection of the body. How I would like to point this out to that
forester with whom I lived, in view of his doubts about the general resurrection!

Having in this way got better from my illness, I began to teach the boy. Instead of
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showing him how to set out the words nicely. I found teaching the lad restful, for
during the daytime he worked for the steward of an estate nearby and could only
come to me while the steward slept, that is, from daybreak till the liturgy.

He was a bright boy and soon began to write fairly well. His employer saw him
writing and asked him who had taught him.

"A one-armed pilgrim who lives in our old bathhouse," said the boy.

The steward, who was a Pole, was interested, and came to have a look at me. He
found me reading The Philokalia and started a talk by asking what I was reading. I
showed him the book. "Ah," said he, "that's The Philokalia. I've seen the book before
at our priest's6 when I lived at Vilna. They tell me, however, that it contains odd sorts
of schemes and tricks for prayer written down by the Greek monks. It's like those
fanatics in India and Bokhara who sit down and blow themselves out trying to get a
sort of tickling in their hearts, and in their stupidity take this bodily feeling for prayer,
and look upon it as the gift of God. All that is necessary to fulfill one's duty to God is
to pray simply, to stand and say the Our Father as Christ taught us. That puts you
right for the whole day; but not to go on over and over again to the same tune. That,
if I may say so, is enough to drive you mad. Besides, it's bad for your heart."

"Don't think in that way about this holy book, sir," I answered. "It was not written
by simple Greek monks, but by great and very holy men of olden times, men whom
your church honors also, such as Anthony the Great, Macarius the Great, Mark the
spiritual athlete, John Chrysostom, and others. It was from them that the monks of
India and Bokhara took over the 'heart method' of interior prayer, only they quite
spoiled and garbled it in doing so, as my starets explained to me. In The Philokalia all
the teaching about the practice of prayer in the heart is taken from the Word of God,
from the Holy Bible, in which the same Jesus Christ who bade us say the Our Father
taught also ceaseless prayer in the heart. For He said, 'Thou shalt love the Lord thy
God with all thy heart and with all thy mind,' 'Watch and pray,' Abide in Me and I in
you.' And the holy Fathers, calling to witness the holy King David's words in the
Psalms, 'O taste and see how gracious the Lord is,' explain the passage thus: the
Christian man ought to use every possible means of seeking and finding, delight in
prayer and ceaselessly to look for consolation in it, and not be content with simply
saying 'Our Father' once a day. Let me read to you how these saints blame those

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who do not strive to reach the gladness of the prayer of the heart. They write that
such do wrong for three reasons: firstly, because they show themselves against the
Scriptures inspired by God, and secondly, because they do not set before
themselves a higher and more perfect state of soul to be reached. They are content
with outward virtues only, and cannot hunger and thirst for the truth, and therefore
miss the blessedness and joy in the Lord. Thirdly, because by letting their mind dwell
upon themselves and their own outward virtues they often slip into temptation and
pride, and so fall away."

"It is sublime, what you are reading," said the steward, "but it's hardly for us
ordinary layfolk, I think!"

"Well, I will read you something simpler, about how people of goodwill, even if
living in the world, may learn how to pray without ceasing."

I found the sermon on George the youth, by Simeon the new theologian, and read
it to him from The Philokalia.

This pleased him, and he said, "Give me that book to read at my leisure, and I will
have a good look into it some time."

"I will let you have it for twenty-four hours with pleasure," I answered, "but not for
longer, because I read it every day, and I just can't live without it."

"Well then, at least copy out for me what you have just read. I will pay you for your
trouble."

"I don't want payment," said I. "I will write that out for you for love's sake and in
the hope that God will give you a longing for prayer."

I at once and with pleasure made a copy of the sermon I had read. He read it to
his wife, and both of them were pleased with it. And so it came about that at times
they would send for me, and I would go, taking The Philokalia with me, and read to
them while they sat drinking tea and listening. Once they asked me to stay to dinner.
The steward's wife, who was a kindly old lady, was sitting with us at table eating
some fried fish when by some mischance she got a bone lodged in her throat.
Nothing we could do gave her any relief, and nothing would move the bone. Her
throat gave her so much pain that a couple of hours later she had to go and lie down.
The doctor (who lived twenty miles away) was sent for, and as by this time it was
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That night, while I was sleeping lightly, I heard my starets's voice. I saw no figure, but
I heard him say to me, "The man you are living with cured you, why then do you not
help the steward's wife? God has bidden us feel for our neighbor."

"I would help her gladly," I answered, "but how? I know no means whatever."

"Well, this is what you must do: From her very earliest years she has had a dislike
of oil. She not only will not taste it, but cannot bear even the smell of it without being
sick. So make her drink a spoonful of oil. It will make her vomit, the bone will come
away, the oil will soothe the sore the bone has made in her throat, and she will be
well again."

"And how am I to give it her, if she dislikes it so? She will refuse to drink it."

"Get the steward to hold her head, and pour it suddenly into her mouth, even if
you have to use force."

I woke up, and went straight off and told the steward all this in detail. "What good
can your oil do now?" said he. "She is hoarse and delirious, and her neck is all
swollen."

"Well, at any rate, let us try; even if it doesn't help, oil is at least harmless as a
medicine."

He poured some into a wineglass, and somehow or other we got her to swallow it.
She was violently sick at once, and soon vomited up the bone and some blood. She
began to feel easier and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning I went to ask after her
and found her sitting quietly taking her tea. Both she and her husband were full of
wonder at the way she had been cured, and even greater than that was their surprise
that her dislike of oil had been told me in a dream, for apart from themselves, not a
soul knew of the fact. Just then the doctor also drove up, and the steward told him
what had happened to his wife, and I in my turn told him how the peasant had cured
my legs. The doctor listened to it all and then said, "Neither the one case nor the
other is greatly to be wondered at—it is the same natural force which operated in
both cases. Still, I shall make a note of it." And he took out a pencil and wrote in his
notebook.

After this the report quickly spread through the whole neighborhood that I was a
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parts to bring their affairs and their troubles to my notice. They brought me presents
and began to treat me with respect and to look after my comfort. I bore this for a
week, and then, fearing I should fall into vainglory and harmful distractions, I left the
place in secret by night.

Thus once more I set out on my lonely way, feeling as light as if a great weight
had been taken off my shoulders. The prayer comforted me more and more, so that
at times my heart bubbled over with boundless love for Jesus Christ, and from my
delight in this, streams of consolation seemed to flow through my whole being. The
remembrance of Jesus Christ was so stamped upon my mind that as I dwelt upon the
Gospel story I seemed to see its events before my very eyes. I was moved even to
tears of joy, and sometimes felt such gladness in my heart that I am at a loss even
how to tell of it.

It happened at times that for three days together I came upon no human dwelling,
and in the uplifting of my spirit I felt as though I were alone on the earth, one
wretched sinner before the merciful and man-loving God. This sense of being alone
was a comfort to me, and it made me feel my delight in prayer much more than when
I was mixing with a crowd of people.

At length I reached Irkutsk. When I had prayed before the relics of St. Innocent, I
began to wonder where I should go now. I did not want to stay there for a long while,
it was a town in which many people lived. I was walking thoughtfully along the street
when I came upon a certain merchant belonging to the place. He stopped me,
saying, "Are you a pilgrim? Why not come home with me?" We went off together and
he took me into his richly furnished house and asked me about myself. I told him all
about my travels, and then he said, "You ought to go on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem—
there are shrines there the like of which are not to be found anywhere else!"

"I should be only too glad to do so," I answered, "but I haven't the money. I can
get along on dry land till I come to the sea, but I have no means of paying for a sea
voyage, and it takes a good deal of money."

"How would you like me to find the money for you? I have already sent one of our
townsfolk there, an old man, last year," said the merchant.

I fell at his feet, and he went on to say, "Listen, I will give you a letter to my son at
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pleased to give you a passage on one of the vessels to Constantinople, and to tell his
agents there to book a passage to Jerusalem for you on another boat, and pay for it.
That is not so very expensive."

I was overcome with joy when I heard this and thanked my benefactor for his
kindness. Even more did I thank God for showing me such fatherly love, and for His
care for me, a wretched sinner, who did no good either to himself or to anyone else,
and ate the bread of others in idleness. I stayed three days with this kindly merchant.
As he had promised, he wrote me a letter to his son, so here I am now on my way to
Odessa planning to go on till I reach Jerusalem. But I do not know whether the Lord
will allow me to venerate His life-giving tomb.

JUST BEFORE leaving Irkutsk, I went to see my spiritual father, with whom I had so
often talked, and I said to him, "Here I am actually off to Jerusalem. I have come to
say good-bye, and to thank you for your love for me in Christ, unworthy pilgrim as I
am."

"May God bless your journey," he replied. "But how is it that you have never told
me about yourself, who you are, nor where you come from? I have heard a great deal
about your travels, and I should be interested to know something about your birth
and your life before you became a pilgrim."

"Why, very gladly," I answered. "I will tell you all about that also. It's not a very
lengthy matter.

"I was born in a village in the government of Orel. After the death of our parents,
there were just the two of us left, my brother and I. He was ten years old and I was
two. We were adopted by our grandfather, a worthy old man and comfortably off. He
kept an inn which stood on the main road, and thanks to his sheer goodness of heart
a lot of travelers put up there. My brother, who was a madcap child, spent most of his
time running about in the village, but for my part I liked better to stay near my
grandfather. On Sundays and festivals we used to go to church together, and at
home my grandfather often used to read the Bible, this very Bible here, which now
belongs to me. When my brother grew up he took to drink. Once when I was seven
years old and we were both of us lying down on the stove, he pushed me so hard
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all withered up. My grandfather saw that I should never be fit to work on the land and
taught me to read. As we had no spelling book, he did so from this Bible. He pointed
out the A's, and made me form words and learn to know the letters when I saw them.
I scarcely know how myself, but somehow, by saying things after him over and over
again, I learned to read in the course of time. And later on, when my grandfather's
sight grew weak, he often made me read the Bible aloud to him, and he corrected me
as he listened. There was a certain clerk who often came to our inn. He wrote a good
hand and I liked watching him write. I copied his writing, and he began to teach me.
He gave me paper and ink, he made me quill pens, and so I learned to write also.
Grandfather was very pleased and charged me thus, 'God has granted you the gift of
learning; it will make a man of you. Give thanks to God, and pray very often.'

"We used to attend all the services at church and we often had prayers at home.
It was always my part to read the fifty-first psalm, and while I did so grandfather and
grandmother made their prostrations or knelt. When I was seventeen I lost my
grandmother. Then grandfather said to me, 'This house of ours no longer has a
mistress, and that is not well. Your brother is a worthless fellow. I am going to look for
a wife for you; you must get married.' I was against the idea, saying that I was a
cripple, but my grandfather would not give way. He found a worthy and sensible
young girl about twenty years of age, and I married her. A year later my grandfather
fell very ill. Knowing that his death was near, he called for me and bade me farewell,
saying, 'I leave you my house and all I have. Obey your conscience, deceive no one,
and above all pray to God; everything comes from Him. Trust in Him only. Go to
church regularly, read your Bible, and remember me and your grandmother in your
prayers. Here is my money, that also I give you; there is a thousand rubles. Take
care of it. Do not waste it, but do not be miserly either; give some of it to the poor and
to God's church.' After this he died, and I buried him.

"My brother grew envious because the property had been left wholly to me. His
anger against me grew, and the enemy prompted him in this to such an extent that
he even laid plans to kill me. In the end this is what he did one night while we were
asleep and no guests were in the house. He broke into the room where the money
was kept, stole the money from a chest, and then set fire to the room. The fire had
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jumping out of a window in our nightclothes. The Bible was lying under our pillow, so
we snatched it up and took it with us. As we watched our house burning we said to
one another, 'Thank God, the Bible is saved, that at least is some consolation in our
grief.' So everything we had was burnt, and my brother went off without a trace. Later
on we heard that when he was in his cups he boasted of the fact that he had taken
the money and burnt the house.

"We were left naked and ruined, absolutely beggars. We borrowed some money
as best we could, built a little hut, and took up the life of landless peasants. My wife
was clever with her hands. She knitted, spun, and sewed. People gave her jobs, and
day and night she worked and kept me. Owing to the uselessness of my arm I could
not even make bark shoes. She would do her knitting and spinning, and I would sit
beside her and read the Bible. She would listen and sometimes begin to cry. When I
asked, 'What are you crying about? At least we are alive, thank God!' she would
answer, 'It touches me so, that beautiful writing in the Bible.'

"Remembering what my grandfather had bidden us, we often fasted, every
morning we said the Acathist of Our Lady, and at night we each made a thousand
prostrations to avoid falling into temptation. Thus we lived quietly enough for two
years. But this is what is so surprising—although we had no understanding of interior
prayer offered in the heart and indeed had never heard of it, but prayed with the
tongue only, and made our prostrations without thought like buffoons turning
somersaults, yet in spite of all this the wish for prayer was there, and the long prayers
we said without understanding did not seem tiring; indeed we liked them. Clearly it is
true, as a certain teacher once told me, that a secret prayer lies hidden within the
human heart. The man himself does not know it, yet working mysteriously within his
soul, it urges him to prayer according to each man's knowledge and power.

"After two years of this sort of life that we were leading, my wife was taken
suddenly ill with a high fever. She was given her communion and on the ninth day of
her illness she died. I was now left entirely alone in the world. There was no sort of
work that I could do; still I had to live, and it went against my conscience to beg.
Besides that, I felt such grief at the loss of my wife that I did not know what to do with
myself. When I happened to go into our little hut and caught sight of her clothes or
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longer bear my grief living at home, I sold the hut for twenty rubles, and such clothes
as there were of my own and my wife's I gave away to the poor. Because of my
crippled arm I was given a passport which set me free once for all from public duties,
and taking my beloved Bible I set straight off, without caring or thinking where I was
going.

"But after a while I began to think where I would go and said to myself, 'First of all
I will go to Kiev. I will venerate the shrines of those who were pleasing to God, and
ask for their help in my trouble.' As soon as I had made up my mind to this I began to
feel better, and, a good deal comforted, I made my way to Kiev. Since that time, for
the last thirteen years that is, I have gone on wandering from place to place. I have
made the rounds of many churches and monasteries, but nowadays I am taking more
and more to wandering over the steppes and fields. I do not know whether God will
vouchsafe to let me go to Jerusalem. If it be His will, when the time comes my sinful
bones may be laid to rest there."

"And how old are you?"

"Thirty-three."

"Well, dear brother, you have reached the age of our Lord Jesus Christ!"
"But it is good for me to hold me fast by God, to put my trust in the Lord God."
"The russian proverb is true, which says that 'man proposes but God disposes,'" said
I, as I came back again to my spiritual father. "I thought that by now I should certainly
be on my way to Jerusalem. But see how differently things have fallen out.
Something quite unlooked for has happened and kept me in the same place here for
another three days. And I could not help coming to tell you about it and to ask your
advice in making up my mind about the matter.

"It happened like this. I had said good-bye to everybody, and with God's help
started on my way. I had gotten as far as the outskirts of the town when I saw a man I
knew standing at the door of the very last house. He was at one time a pilgrim like
me, but I had not seen him for about three years. We greeted one another and he
asked me where I was going.

" 'God willing,' I answered, 'I want to go to Jerusalem.'

" 'Thank God! There is a nice fellow-traveler for you,' he said.

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" 'God be with you, and with him too,' said I, 'but surely you know that it is never
my way to travel with other people. I always wander about alone.'
" 'Yes, but listen. I feel sure that this one is just your sort; you will suit each other
down to the ground. Now, look here, the father of the master of this house, where I
have been taken on as a servant, is going under a vow to Jerusalem, and you will
easily get used to each other. He belongs to this town, he's a good old man, and
what's more he is quite deaf. So much so that however much you shout, he can't
hear a word. If you want to ask him anything you have to write it on a bit of paper,
and then he answers. So you see he won't bore you on the road; he won't speak to
you; even at home here he grows more and more silent. On the other hand you will
be a great help to him on the way. His son is giving him a horse and cart, which he
will take as far as Odessa and then sell there. The old man wants to go on foot, but
the horse is going as well because he has a bit of luggage, and some things he is
taking to the Lord's tomb. And you can put your knapsack in with them too, of course.
Now just think, how can we possibly send an old deaf man off with a horse, all by
himself on such a long journey? They have searched and searched for somebody to
take him, but they all want to be paid such a lot; besides, there's a risk in sending him
with someone we don't know, for he has money and belongings with him. Say "Yes,"
brother, it will really be all right; make up your mind now for the glory of God and the
love of your neighbor. I will vouch for you to his people, and they will be too pleased
for words; they are kindly folk and very fond of me. I've been working for them for two
years now.'

"All this talk had taken place at the door, and he now took me into the house. The
head of the household was there, and I saw clearly that they were quite a worthy and
decent family. So I agreed to the plan. So now we have arranged to start with God's
blessing, after hearing the liturgy two days after Christmas. What unexpected things
we meet with on life's journey! Yet all the while, God and His Holy Providence guide
our actions and overrule our plans, as it is written, 'It is God which worketh in you
both to will and to do.'"

On hearing all this, my spiritual father said, "I rejoice with all my heart, dear
brother, that God has so ordered it that I should see you again, so unexpectedly and
so soon. And since you now have time, I want, in all love, to keep you a little longer,

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and you shall tell me more about the instructive experiences you have met with in the
course of your long pilgrimages. I have already listened with great pleasure and
interest to what you told me before."

"I am quite ready and happy to do that," I answered, and I began as follows:

"A great many things have happened to me, some good and some bad. It would
take a long while to tell of them all, and much I have already forgotten. For I have
tried especially to remember only such matters as guided and urged my idle soul to
prayer. All the rest I rarely remember; or rather I have tried to forget the past, as St.
Paul bids us when he says, 'Forgetting the things that are behind and stretching
forward to the things that are before, I press on toward the goal of the prize of the
high calling.' My late starets of blessed memory also used to say that the forces
which are against prayer in the heart attack us from two sides, from the left hand and
from the right. That is to say, if the enemy cannot turn us from prayer by means of
vain thoughts and sinful ideas, then he brings back into our minds good things we
have been taught, and fills us with beautiful ideas, so that one way or another he may
lure us away from prayer, which is a thing he cannot bear. It is called 'a theft from the
right- hand side,' and in it the soul, putting aside its converse with God, turns to the
satisfaction of converse with self or with created things. He taught me, therefore, not
to admit during times of prayer even the most lofty of spiritual thoughts. And if I saw
that in the course of the day, time had been spent more in improving thought and talk
than in the actual hidden prayer of the heart, then I was to think of it as a loss of the
sense of proportion, or a sign of spiritual greed. This is above all true, he said, in the
case of beginners, for whom it is most needful that time given to prayer should be
very much more than that taken up by other sides of the devout life.

"Still one cannot forget everything. A matter may have printed itself so deeply in
one's mind that although it has not been actually thought of for a long time, yet it is
remembered very clearly. A case in point is the few days' stay that God deemed me
worthy to enjoy with a certain devout family in the following manner.

"During my wanderings in the Tobolsk government, I happened to pass through a
certain country town. My supply of dried bread had run very low, so I went to one of
the houses to ask for some more. The householder said, 'Thank God, you have come
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there is a hot loaf for you. Remember me in your prayers.' I thanked him and was
putting the bread away in my knapsack when his wife, who was looking on, said,
'What a wretched state your knapsack is in, it is all worn out. I'll give you another
instead.' And she gave me a good strong one. I thanked them very heartily and went
on. On leaving the town I went into a little shop to ask for a bit of salt, and the
shopkeeper gave me a small bag quite full. I rejoiced in spirit and thanked God for
leading me, unworthy as I was, to such kindly folk. 'Now,' thought I, 'without having to
worry about food I shall be filled and content for a whole week. Bless the Lord, O my
soul!'

"Three miles or so from this town, the road I was following passed through a poor
village, where I saw a little wooden church nicely decked out and painted on the
outside. As I was going by it I felt a wish to honor God's house, and going into the
porch I prayed for a while. On the grass at the side of the church there were playing
two little children of five or six years of age. I took them to be the parish priest's
children, for they were very nicely dressed. I finished my prayers and went on my
way, but I had not gone a dozen paces from the church when I heard a shout behind
me. 'Dear little beggar! Dear little beggar! Stop!' The two little ones I had seen, a boy
and a girl, were calling and running after me. I stopped, and they ran up to me and
took me by the hand. 'Come along to mommy, she likes beggars.'

" 'I'm not a beggar,' I told them, 'I'm just a passerby.'

"'Why have you got a bag, then?'

" 'That is for the bread I eat on the way.'

" 'All the same you must come. Mommy will give you some money for your
journey.'

"'But where is your mommy?' I asked.

" 'Down there behind the church, behind that little wood.'

"They took me into a beautiful garden in the middle of which stood a large country
house. We went inside, and how clean and smart it all was! The lady of the house
came hurrying to us. 'Welcome, welcome! God has sent you to us; and how did you
come? Sit down, sit down, dear.' With her own hands she took off my knapsack and
put it on a table, and made me sit in a very comfortably padded chair. 'Wouldn't you
like something to eat? Or a cup of tea? Isn't there anything you need?'

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" 'I most humbly thank you,' I answered, 'but I have a whole bagful of food. It is
true that I do take tea, but as a peasant I am not very used to it. I value your heartfelt
and kindly welcome even more than the treat you offer me. I shall pray that God may
bless you for showing such love for strangers in the spirit of the Gospels.'

"While I was speaking, a strong feeling came over me, urging me to withdraw
within myself again. The prayer was surging up in my heart, and I needed peace and
silence to give free play to this quickening flame of prayer, as well as to hide from
others the outward signs which went with it, such as tears and sighs and unusual
movements of the face and lips. I therefore got up, saying, 'Please excuse me, but I
must leave now; may the Lord Jesus Christ be with you and with your dear little
children.'

" 'Oh, no! God forbid that you should go away. I won't allow it. My husband, who is
a magistrate, will be coming back from town this evening, and how delighted he will
be to see you! He reverences every pilgrim as a messenger of God. If you go away
he will be really grieved not to have seen you. Besides that, tomorrow is Sunday, and
you will pray with us at the liturgy, and at the dinner table take your share with us in
what God has sent. On holy days we always have up to thirty guests, and all of them
our poor brothers in Jesus Christ. Come now, why have you told me nothing about
yourself, where you come from and where you are going? Talk to me—I like listening
to the spiritual conversation of devout people. Children, children! Take the pilgrim's
knapsack into the oratory, he will spend the night there.'

"I was astonished as I listened to what she said, and I asked myself whether I was
talking with a human being or with a ghost of some sort.

"So I stayed and waited for her husband. I gave her a short account of my travels,
and said I was on my way to Irkutsk. " 'Why, then, you will have to go through
Tobolsk,' said the lady, 'and my own mother is a nun in a convent there; she is a
skhimnitsa1 now. We will give you a letter, and she will be glad to see you. A great
many people go to consult her on spiritual matters. And you will be able to take her a
book by St. John of the ladder, which we have just ordered from Moscow at her
request. How nicely it all fits in!'

"Soon it was dinnertime, and we sat down to table. Four other ladies came in and
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the icon,8 and then to us. Then she went and fetched the second course and sat
down again. Then another of the ladies in the same way went and brought the third
course. When I saw this, I said to my hostess, 'May I venture to ask whether these
ladies are relations of yours?'

" 'Yes, they are indeed sisters to me; this is my cook, and this the coachman's
wife, that one has charge of the keys, and the other is my maid. They are all married;
I have no unmarried girls at all in my whole household.'

"The more I saw and heard of all this, the more surprised I was, and I thanked
God for letting me see these devout people. I felt the prayer stirring strongly in my
heart, so, wishing to be alone as soon as I could and not hinder the prayer, I said to
the lady as soon as we rose from the table, 'No doubt you will rest for a while after
dinner, and I am so used to walking that I will go for a stroll in the garden.'

" 'No, I don't rest,' she replied. 'I will come into the garden with you, and you shall
talk to me about something instructive. If you go alone, the children will give you no
peace, directly they see you, they will not leave you for a minute, they are so fond of
beggars, and brothers in Christ, and pilgrims.'

"There was nothing for me to do but to go with her. In order to avoid doing the talking
myself, when we got into the garden I bowed down to the ground before her and
said, 'Do tell me, please, have you lived this devout life long, and how did you come
to take it up?'

" 'I will tell you the whole story if you like,' was the answer. 'You see, my mother
was a great-granddaughter of St. Joasaph, whose relics rest at Byelgorod. We had a
large town house, one wing of which was rented to a man who was a gentleman but
not well off. After a while he died; his wife was left pregnant and herself died in giving
birth to a child. The infant was left an orphan and in poverty, and out of pity my
mother adopted him. A year later I was born. We grew up together and did lessons
together with the same tutors and governesses, and were as used to each other as a
real brother and sister. Some while later my father died, and my mother gave up
living in town and came with us to live on this estate of hers here. When we grew up,
she gave me in marriage to her adopted son, settled this estate on us, and herself
took the veil in a convent, where she had a cell built for her. She gave us a mother's
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to say our prayers fervently, and above all try to fulfill the greatest of God's
commandments, that is, the love of one's neighbor, to feed and help our poor
brothers in Christ in simplicity and humility, to bring up our children in the fear of the
Lord, and to treat our serfs as our brothers. And that is how we have been living here
by ourselves for the last ten years now, trying as best we could to carry out mother's
last wishes. We have a guesthouse for beggars, and at the present moment there are
living in it more than ten crippled and sick people. If you care to, we will go and see
them tomorrow.'

"When she had ended her story, I asked her where the book by St. John of the ladder
was, which she wished to send to her mother. 'Come indoors,' she said, 'and I will
find it for you.'

"We had just sat down and begun to read it when her husband came in and,
seeing me, gave me a warm welcome. We kissed each other as two brothers in
Christ, and then he took me off to his own room, saying, 'Come, dear brother, let us
go into my study, and you shall bless my cell. I expect she (pointing to his wife) has
been boring you. No sooner does she catch sight of a pilgrim of either sex, or of
some sick person, than she is so delighted that she will not leave them day or night.
She has been like that for years and years.' We went into the study. What a lot of
books there were, and beautiful icons, and the life-giving cross with the figure life-
sized, and the Gospels lying near it! I said a prayer. 'You are in God's own paradise
here,' I said. 'Here is the Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and His most holy mother, and
the blessed saints! And there,' I went on, pointing to the books, 'are the divine, living,
and everlasting words of their teaching. I expect you very often enjoy heavenly
converse with them.'

" 'Yes, I admit I am a great lover of reading,' he answered.

" 'What sort of books are they you have here?' I asked.

" 'I have a large number of religious books,' was the answer. 'Here you see are
the Lives of the Saints for the whole year, and the works of St. John Chrysostom, and
Basil the Great, and many other theologians and philosophers. I have a lot of
volumes of sermons, too, by celebrated modern preachers. My library is worth about
five hundred pounds.'

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" 'Haven't you anything on prayer?'

Yes, I am very fond of reading about prayer. Here is the very latest work on the
subject, the work of a Petersburg priest.' He took down a book on the Lord's Prayer
and we began to read it with great enjoyment. A short while after the lady came in,
bringing tea, followed by the children, who dragged in a large silver basket full of
biscuits and cakes such as I had never tasted before in my life. My host took the
book from me and handed it to his wife, saying, 'Now we will get her to read; she
reads beautifully, and we will keep our strength up with the tea.' So she began
reading, and we listened. And as I listened I felt the action of the prayer in my heart.
The longer the reading went on the more the prayer grew and made me glad.
Suddenly I saw something flash quickly before my eyes, in the air as it were, like the
figure of my departed starets. I started, and so as to hide the fact I said, 'Excuse me,
I must have dropped asleep for a moment.' Then I felt as though the soul of my
starets made its way into my own, or gave light to it. I felt a sort of light in my mind,
and a number of ideas about prayer came to me. I was just crossing myself and
setting my will to put these ideas aside when the lady came to the end of the book
and her husband asked me whether I had liked it, so that talking began again. 'Very
much,' I answered, 'the "Our Father" is the loftiest and most precious of all the written
prayers we Christians have, for the Lord Jesus Christ himself gave it to us. And the
explanation of it which has just been read is very good, too, only it all deals for the
most part with the active side of the Christian life, and in my reading of the holy
Fathers I have come across a more speculative and mystical explanation of the
prayer.'

" 'In which of the Fathers did you read this?'

" 'Well, in Maxim the confessor, for example, and in Peter the Damascene, in The
Philokalia.'

" 'Do you remember it? Tell us about it, please.'
" 'Certainly. The first words of the prayer, "Our Father which art in heaven" are
explained in your book as a call to brotherly love for one's neighbor, since we are all
children of the one Father, and that is very true. But in the holy Fathers the
explanation goes further and is more deeply spiritual. They say that when we use

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these words we should lift up our mind to heaven, to the heavenly Father, and
remember every moment that we are in the presence of God.

" 'The words "hallowed be thy name" are explained in your book by the care we
ought to have not to utter the Name of God except with reverence, nor to use it in a
false oath, in a word that the Holy Name of God be spoken holily and not taken in
vain. But the mystical writers see here a plain call to inward prayer of the heart; that
is, that the most Holy Name of God may be stamped inwardly upon the heart and be
hallowed by self-acting prayer and hallow all our feelings and all the powers of the
soul. The words "Thy kingdom come" they explain thus—may inward peace and quiet
and spiritual joy come to our hearts. In your book again, the words "Give us this day
our daily bread" are understood as asking for what we need for our bodily life, not for
more than that, but for what is needed for ourselves and for the help of our neighbor.
On the other hand, Maxim the confessor understands by "daily bread" the feeding of
the soul with heavenly bread, that is, the Word of God, and the union of the soul with
God, by dwelling upon Him in thought and the unceasing inward prayer of the heart.'

" 'Ah, but the attainment of interior prayer is a very big business and almost
impossible for layfolk,' exclaimed my host. 'We are lucky if we manage to say our
ordinary prayers without slothfulness.'

" 'Don't look at it in that way,' said I. 'If it were out of the question and quite too
hard to do, God would not have bidden us all do it. His strength is made perfect in
weakness. The holy Fathers, who speak from their own experience, offer us the
means, and make the way to win the prayer of the heart easier. Of course, for
hermits they give special and higher methods, but for those who live in the world their
writings show ways which truly lead to interior prayer.'

"I have never come across anything of that sort in my reading,' he said.

" 'If you would care to hear it, may I read you a little from The Philokalia?' I asked,
taking up my copy. I found Peter the Damascene's article, part three, page 48, and
read as follows:' "One must learn to call upon the name of God, more even than
breathing—at all times, in all places, in every kind of occupation. The Apostle says,
'Pray without ceasing.' That is, he teaches men to have the remembrance of God in
all times and places and circumstances. If you are making something, you must call
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see the heavens and the earth and the sea and all that is in them, wonder and praise
the Maker of them. If you put on your clothes, recall Whose gift they are and thank
Him Who provides for your life. In short, let every action be a cause of your
remembering and praising God, and lo! you will be praying without ceasing and
therein your soul will always rejoice." There, you see, this way of ceaseless prayer is
simple and easy and within the reach of everybody so long as he has some amount
of human feeling.'

"They were extraordinarily pleased with this. My host took me in his arms and
thanked me again and again. Then he looked at my Philokalia, saying, 'I must
certainly buy myself a copy of this. I will get it at once from Petersburg; but for the
moment and in memory of this occasion I will copy out the passage you have just
read—you read it out to me.' And then and there he wrote it out beautifully. Then he
exclaimed, 'Why, goodness me! Of course I have an icon of the Damascene!' (It was
probably of St. John Damascene.) He picked up a frame, put what he had written
behind the glass, and hung it beneath the icon. 'There,' said he, 'the living word of the
saint underneath his picture will often remind me to put his wholesome advice into
practice.'

"After this we went to supper. As before, the whole household, men and women,
sat down to table with us. How reverently silent and calm the meal was! And at the
end of it we all, the children as well, spent a long while in prayer. I was asked to read
the 'Acathist to Jesus the heart's delight.' Afterward the servants went away to bed,
and we three were left alone in the room. Then the lady brought me a white shirt and
a pair of stockings. I bowed down at her feet and said, 'The stockings, little mother, I
will not take. I have never worn them in my life, we are always so used to onoochi.'9
She hurried off and brought back her old caftan of thin yellow material, and cut it up
into two onoochi, while her husband, saying, 'And look, the poor fellow's footwear is
almost worn out,' brought me his new bashmaki,10 large ones which he wore over his
top boots. Then he told me to go into the next room, which was empty, and change
my shirt. I did so, and when I came back to them again they sat me down on a chair
to put my new footwear on, he wrapping my feet and legs in the onoochi and she
putting on the bashmaki. At first I would not let them, but they bade me sit down,
saying 'Sit down and be quiet; Christ washed His disciples' feet.' There was nothing

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to do but obey, and I began to weep, and so did they. After this the lady went to bed
with the children, and her husband and I went to a summerhouse in the garden.
"For a long while we did not go to sleep, but lay talking. He began in this way, 'Now in
God's name and on your conscience tell me the real truth. Who are you? You must
be of good birth, and are only assuming a disguise of simplicity. You read and write
well, you speak correctly, and are able to discuss things, and these things do not go
with a peasant upbringing.'

" 'I spoke the real truth with a sincere heart both to you and to your wife when I
told you about my birth, and I never had a thought of lying or of deceiving you. Why
should I? As for the things I say, they are not my own, but what I have heard from my
departed starets, who was full of divine wisdom, or what I have gathered from a
careful reading of the holy Fathers. But my ignorance has gained more light from
interior prayer than from anything else, and that I have not reached by myself —it has
been granted me by the mercy of God and the teaching of my starets. And that can
be done by anyone. It costs nothing but the effort to sink down in silence into the
depths of one's heart and call more and more upon the radiant name of Jesus.
Everyone who does that feels at once the inward light, everything becomes
understandable to him, he even catches sight in this light of some of the mysteries of
the kingdom of God. And what depth and light there is in the mystery of a man
coming to know that he has this power to plumb the depths of his own being, to see
himself from within, to find delight in self- knowledge, to take pity on himself and shed
tears of gladness over his fall and his spoiled will! To show good sense in dealing
with things and to talk with people is no hard matter and lies within anyone's power,
for the mind and the heart were there before learning and human wisdom. If the mind
is there, you can set it to work either upon science or upon experience, but if the
mind is lacking then no teaching, however wise, and no training will be any good. The
trouble is that we live far from ourselves and have but little wish to get any nearer to
ourselves. Indeed we are running away all the time to avoid coming face to face with
our real selves, and we barter the truth for trifles. We think, "I would very gladly take
an interest in spiritual things, and in prayer, but I have no time, the fuss and cares of
life give no chance for such a thing." Yet which is really important and necessary,
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spend so much labor? It is that that I spoke of, and that leads to either sense or
stupidity in people.'

" 'Forgive me, dear brother, I asked not just out of mere curiosity, but from
friendliness and Christian sympathy, and even more because about two years ago I
came across a case which gave rise to the question I put to you. It was like this:
There came to our house a certain beggar with a discharged soldier's passport. He
was old and feeble, and so poor that he was almost naked and barefoot. He spoke
little, and in such a simple way that you would take him for a peasant of the steppes.
We took him into the guesthouse, but some five days later he fell seriously ill, and so
we moved him to this very summerhouse, where we kept him quiet, and my wife and
I looked after him and nursed him. But after a while it was plain that he was nearing
his end. We prepared him for it and sent for our priest for his confession, communion,
and anointing. The day before he died, he got up and asked me for a sheet of paper
and a pen and begged me to shut the door and to let no one in while he wrote his
will, which he desired me to send after his death to his son at an address in
Petersburg. I was astounded when I saw him write, for not only did he write a
beautiful and absolutely cultured hand, but the composition also was excellent,
thoroughly- correct, and showing great delicacy of touch. In fact, I'll read you that will
of his tomorrow. I have a copy of it. All this set me wondering, and aroused my
curiosity enough to ask him about his origin and his life.

" After making me solemnly vow not to reveal it to anyone until after his death, he
told me, for the glory

of God, the story of his life. "I was Prince X ---- ," he

began. "I was very wealthy and led a most luxurious and dissipated life. After the
death of my wife, my son and I lived together, he being happily settled in military
service; he was a captain in the guards. One day when I was getting ready to go to a
ball at an important person's house, I was very angry with my valet. Unable to control
my temper, I struck him a severe blow on the head and ordered him to be sent away
to his village. This happened in the evening, and next morning the valet died from the
effects of the blow. This did not affect me very seriously. I regretted my rashness but
soon forgot the whole thing. Six weeks later, though, I began seeing the dead valet,
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incessantly repeating, 'Conscienceless man! You are my murderer!' As time went on,
I began seeing him when I was awake also, wide awake. His appearances grew
more and more frequent with the lapse of time, till the agitation he caused me
became almost constant. And in the end he did not appear alone, but I saw at the
same time other dead men whom I had treated very badly, and women whom I had
seduced. They all reproached me ceaselessly and gave me no peace, to such an
extent that I could neither sleep nor eat nor do anything else. My strength grew utterly
exhausted, and my skin stuck to my bones. All the efforts of skilled physicians were
of no avail at all. I went abroad for a cure, but after trying it for six months, I was not
benefited in the slightest degree, and those torturing apparitions grew steadily worse
and worse. I was brought home again more dead than alive. I went through the
horrors and tortures of hell in fullest measure. I had proof then that hell exists, and I
knew what it meant! While I was in this wretched condition I recognized my own
wrongdoing. I repented and made my confession. I gave all my serfs their freedom
and took a vow to afflict myself for the rest of my days with as toilsome a life as
possible and to disguise myself as a beggar. I wanted, because of all my sins, to
become the humblest servant of people of the very lowest station in life. No sooner
had I resolutely come to this decision than those disturbing visions of mine ceased. I
felt such comfort and happiness from having made my peace with God that I cannot
adequately describe it. But just as I had been through hell before, so now I
experienced paradise, and learned what that meant also, and how the kingdom of
God is revealed in our hearts. I soon got perfectly well again and carried out my
intention, leaving my native land secretly, furnished with a discharged soldier's
passport. And now for the last fifteen years I have been wandering about the whole
of Siberia. Sometimes I hire myself out to the peasants for such work as I can do.
Sometimes I find sustenance by begging in the name of Christ. Ah, what blessedness
and what happiness and what peace of mind I enjoy in the midst of all these
privations! It can be felt to the full only by one who by the mercy of the Great
Intercessor has been brought out of hell into paradise."

" 'When he came to the end of his story he handed me the will to forward to his
son, and on the following day he died. And I have a copy of that will in a wallet lying
on my Bible. If you would like to read it I will get it for you now. . . . Here you are.'

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"I unfolded it and read thus:

In the name of God the glorious Trinity, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
My dearest son,

It is fifteen years now since you saw your father. But though you have had no
news of him, he has from time to time found means to hear of you, and cherished a
father's love for you. That love impels him to send you these few lines from his
deathbed. May they be a lifelong lesson to you!

You know how I suffered for my careless and thoughtless life; but you do not
know how I have been blessed in my unknown pilgrimage and filled with joy in the
fruits of repentance.

I die at peace in the house of one who has been good to me, and to you also; for
kindnesses showered upon the father must touch the feeling heart of a grateful son.
Render to him my gratitude in any way you can.

In bestowing on you my paternal blessing, I adjure you to remember God and to
guard your conscience. Be prudent, kindly, and considerate; treat your inferiors as
benevolently and amiably as you can; do not despise beggars and pilgrims,
remembering that only in beggary and pilgrimage did your dying father find rest and
peace for his tormented soul. I invoke God's blessing upon you, and calmly close my
eyes in the hope of life eternal, through the mercy of the Great Intercessor for men,
our Lord Jesus Christ.

Your father, X ------------------------------------------------

"Thus my host and I lay and chatted together, and my turn I put a question to him. 'I
suppose you are not without worries and bothers, with this guesthouse of yours? Of
course there are quite a lot of our pilgrim brotherhood who take to the life because
they have nothing to do, or from sheer laziness, and sometimes they do a little
thieving on the road; I have seen it myself.'

" There have not been many cases of that sort,' was the answer. 'We have for the
most part always come across genuine pilgrims. And if we do get the other sort, we
welcome them all the more kindly and try the harder to get them to stay with us.
Through living with our good beggars and brothers in Christ they often become
reformed characters and leave the guesthouse humble and kindly folk. Why, there
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class of our town here, and he went so thoroughly to the bad that it came to the point
of everybody driving him away from their doors with a stick and refusing to give him
even a crust of bread. He was a drunken, quarrelsome bully, and what is more he
stole. That was the sort of person he was when one day he came to us, very hungry,
and asked for some bread and wine, for the latter of which he was extraordinarily
eager. We gave him a friendly reception and said, "Stay with us and we will give you
as much wine as you like, but only on this condition, that when you have been
drinking, you go straight away and lie down and go to sleep. If you get in the slightest
degree unruly or troublesome, not only shall we turn you out and never take you back
again, but I shall report the matter to the police and have you sent off to a penal
settlement as a suspected vagabond." He agreed to this and stopped with us. For a
week or more he certainly did drink a great deal, to his heart's content. But because
of his promise and because of his attachment to the wine, which he was afraid of
being deprived of, he always lay down to sleep afterward, or took himself off to the
kitchen garden and lay down there quietly enough. When he was sober again the
brothers of the guesthouse talked persuasively to him and gave him good advice
about learning to control himself, if only little by little to begin with. So he gradually
began to drink less, and in the end, some three months later, he became quite a
temperate person. He has taken a situation somewhere now, and no longer leads a
futile life of dependence on other people's charity. The day before yesterday he came
here to thank me.'

"What wisdom! I thought, made perfect by the guidance of love! and aloud I said,
'Blessed be God, who has so shown His grace in the household under your care.'
After this talk we slept for an hour or an hour and a half till we heard the bells for
matins. We got ready and went over to the church. On going in we at once saw the
lady of the house, who had been there some time already with her children. We were
all present at matins, and the Divine Liturgy went straight on afterward. The head of
the house with his little boy and I took our places within the altar,11 while his wife and
the little girl stood near the altar window, where they could see the elevation of the
holy gifts. How earnestly they prayed as they knelt and shed tears of joy! And I wept
to the full myself as I looked at the light on their faces. After the service was over, the
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room. There were some forty or so beggars, and cripples and sick folk and children.
They all sat down at one and the same table, and how peaceful and silent it all was! I
plucked up my courage and said quietly to my host, 'They read the lives of the saints
during meals in monasteries. You might do the same. You've got the whole series of
books.' " 'Let us adopt the plan here, Mary,' said he, turning to his wife, 'it will be most
edifying. I will begin, and read at the first dinnertime, then you at the next, then the
batyushka,12 and after that the rest of the brothers who know how to read, in turn.'

"The priest began to talk and eat at the same time. 'I like listening, but as for
reading—well, with all respect I should like to be let off. You have no idea what a
whirl I live in when I get home, worries and jobs of all sorts, first one thing has to be
done and then another, what with a host of children and animals into the bargain—
my whole day is filled up with things to do. There's no time for reading or study. I've
long ago forgotten even what I learned at the seminary.' I shuddered as I heard this,
but our hostess, who was sitting near me, took my hand and said, 'Batyushka talks
like that because he is so humble, he always makes little of himself, but he is really a
man of most kindly and saintly life. He has been a widower for the last twenty years
and is bringing up a whole family of grandchildren. For all that he holds services very
frequently.' At these words there came into my mind the following saying of Nicetas
Stethatus in The Philokalia: 'The nature of things is judged by the inward disposition
of the soul,' that is, a man gets his ideas about his neighbors from what he himself is.
And he goes on to say, 'He who has attained to true prayer and love has no sense of
the differences between things: he does not distinguish the righteous man from the
sinner, but loves them all equally and judges no man, as God causes His sun to
shine and His rain to fall on the just and the unjust.'

"We fell silent again. Opposite me sat one of the beggars from the guesthouse
who was quite blind. The master of the house was looking after him. He cut up his
fish for him, gave him his spoon, and poured out his soup.

"I watched carefully and saw that this beggar always had his mouth open and that
his tongue was moving all the time, as though it were trembling. Surely, thought I, he
must be one of those who pray. And I went on watching. Right at the end of dinner an
old woman was taken ill. It was a sharp attack, and she began to groan. Our host and
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to look after her. Her husband meanwhile ordered his carriage and went off at a
gallop to the town for a doctor. The priest went to fetch the Reserved Sacrament, and
we all went our ways.

"I felt as it were hungry for prayer, an urgent need to pour out my soul in prayer,
and I had not been in quiet nor alone for forty-eight hours. I felt as though there were
in my heart a sort of flood struggling to burst out and flow through all my limbs. To
hold it back caused me severe, even if comforting, pain in the heart, a pain that
needed to be calmed and satisfied in the silence of prayer. And now I saw why those
who really practice interior self-acting prayer have fled from the company of men and
hidden themselves in unknown places. I saw further why the venerable Isikhi called
even the most spiritual and helpful talk mere idle chatter if there were too much of it,
just as Ephrem the Syrian says, 'Good speech is silver, but silence is pure gold.'

"As I thought all this over, I made my way to the guesthouse, where everyone was
resting after dinner. I went up into the attic, where I quietly rested and prayed.

"When the beggars were about again, I found the blind man and took him off to
the kitchen garden, where we sat down alone and began to talk. 'Tell me, please,'
said I, 'do you for the sake of your soul say the prayer of Jesus?'

" 'I have said it without stopping for a long while.'

" 'But what sort of feeling do you get from it?'

" 'Only this, that day or night I cannot live without the prayer.'

" 'How did God show it you? Tell me about it, tell me everything, dear brother.'

" 'Well, it was like this. I belong to this district and used to earn my living by doing
tailoring jobs. I traveled about different provinces going from village to village, and
made clothes for the peasants. I happened to stay a fairly long time in one village in
the house of a peasant for whose family I was making clothing. One day, a holy day it
was, I saw three books lying near the icons, and I asked who it was in the household
that could read. "No one," they answered; "those books were left us by an uncle; he
knew how to read and write." I picked up one of the books, opened it at random, and
read, as I remember to this very hour, the following words: "Ceaseless prayer is to
call upon the name of God always, whether a man is conversing, or sitting down, or
walking, or making something, or eating, whatever he may be doing, in all places and
at all times, he ought to call upon God's name." Reading that started me thinking how

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simple that would be for me. I began to say the prayer in a whisper while I was
sewing, and I liked it. People living in the same house with me noticed it and began
to make fun of me. "Are you a wizard or what?" they asked, "going on whispering all
the time?" or "What are you muttering charms about?" So to hide what I was doing, 1
gave up moving my lips and went on saying the prayer with my tongue only. In the
end I got so used to the prayer that my tongue went on saying it by itself day and
night, and I liked it. I went about like that for a long while, and then all of a sudden I
became quite blind. Almost everyone in our family gets "dark water"13 in the eyes.
So, because I was so poor, our people got me into the almshouse at Tobolsk, which
is the capital of our province. I am on my way there now, only the gentry have kept
me here because they want to give me a cart as far as Tobolsk.'

" 'What was the name of the book you read? Wasn't it called The Philokalia?'

" 'Honestly, I don't know. I didn't even look at the title page.'

"I fetched my Philokalia and looked out in part four those very words of the
patriarch Callistus which he had said by heart, and I read them to him.

" 'Why, those are the very same words!' cried the blind man. 'How splendid! Go on
reading, brother.'

"When I got to the lines, 'One ought to pray with the heart,' he began to ply me
with questions. 'What does that mean? How is that done?'

"I told him that full teaching on praying with the heart was given in this same book,
The Philokalia. He begged me eagerly to read the whole thing to him.

" 'This is what we will do,' said I. 'When are you starting for Tobolsk?'

" 'Straight away,' he answered.

" 'Very well then, I am also going to take the road again tomorrow. We will go
together and I will read it all to you, all about praying with the heart, and I will show
you how to find where your heart is, and to enter it.'

" 'And what about the cart?' he asked.

" 'What does the cart matter! We know how far it is to Tobolsk, a mere hundred
miles. We will take it easy, and think how nice it will be going along, just us two
together alone, talking and reading about the prayer as we go.' And so it was agreed.
"In the evening our host came himself to call us all to supper, and after the meal we
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need a cart, so as to be able to read The Philokalia more easily. Hearing this he said,
'I also liked The Philokalia very much, and I have already written a letter and got the
money ready to send to Petersburg when I go into court tomorrow, so as to get a
copy sent me by return of post.'

"So we set off on our way next morning, after thanking them very warmly for their
great love and kindness. Both of them came with us for more than half a mile from
their house. And so we bade each other good-bye.

"We went on, the blind man and I, by easy stages, doing from six to ten miles a
day. All the rest of the time we spent sitting down in lonely places and reading The
Philokalia. I read him the whole part about praying with the heart, in the order which
my departed starets had shown me, that is, beginning with the writings of Nicephorus
the monk, Gregory of Sinai, and so on. How eagerly and closely he listened to it all,
and what happiness and joy it brought him! Then he began to put such questions to
me about prayer as my mind was not equal to finding answers to. When we had read
what we needed from The Philokalia, he eagerly begged me actually to show him the
way the mind finds the heart, how to bring the divine name of Jesus Christ into it, and
how to find the joy of praying inwardly with the heart. And I told him all about it thus:
"Now you, as a blind man, can see nothing. Yet as a matter of fact you can imagine
with your mind and picture to yourself what you have seen in time past, such as a
man or some object or other, or one of your own limbs. For instance, can you not
picture your hand or your foot as clearly as if you were looking at it? Can you not turn
your eyes to it and fix them upon it, blind as they are?'

" 'Yes, I can,' he answered.

" 'Then picture to yourself your heart in just the same way, turn your eyes to it just
as though you were looking at it through your breast, and picture it as clearly as you
can. And with your ears listen closely to its beating, beat by beat. When you have got
into the way of doing this, begin to fit the words of the prayer to the beats of the heart
one after the other, looking at it all the time. Thus, with the first beat, say or think
"Lord," with the second, "Jesus," with the third, "Christ," with the fourth, "have mercy,"
and with the fifth "on me." And do it over and over again.-This will come easily to you,
for you already know the groundwork and the first part of praying with the heart.
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begin bringing the whole prayer of Jesus into and out of your heart in time with your
breathing, as the Fathers taught. Thus, as you draw your breath in, say, or imagine
yourself saying, "Lord Jesus Christ," and as you breathe again, "have mercy on me."
Do this as often and as much as you can, and in a short space of time you will feel
a'slight and not unpleasant pain in your heart, followed by a warmth. Thus by God's
help you will get the joy of self-acting inward prayer of the heart. But then, whatever
you do, be on your guard against imagination and any sort of visions. Don't accept
any of them whatever, for the holy Fathers lay down most strongly that inward prayer
should be kept free from visions, lest one fall into temptation.'

"The blind man listened closely to all this and began eagerly to do with his heart
what I had shown him, and he spent a long while at it, especially during the nighttime
at our halting places. In about five days' time he began to feel the warmth very much,
as well as a happiness beyond words in his heart, and a great wish to devote himself
unceasingly to this prayer, which stirred up in him a love of Jesus Christ.

"From time to time he saw a light, though he could make out no objects in it. And
sometimes, when he made the entrance into his heart, it seemed to him as though a
flame, as of a lighted candle, blazed up strongly and happily in his heart, and rushing
outward through his throat flooded him with light; and in the light of this flame he
could see even far-off things. This did indeed happen once. We were walking through
a forest, and he was silent, wholly given up to the prayer. Suddenly he said to me,
'What a pity! The church is already on fire; there, the belfry has fallen.'

" 'Stop this vain dreaming,' I answered, 'it is a temptation to you. You must put all
such fancies aside at once. How can you possibly see what is happening in the
town? We are still seven or eight miles away from it.'

"He obeyed me and went on with his prayer in silence. Toward evening we came
to the town, and there as a matter of fact I saw several burnt houses and a fallen
belfry, which had been built with ties of timber, and people crowding around and
wondering how it was that the belfry had crushed no one in its fall. As I worked it out,
the misfortune had happened at the very same time as the blind man spoke to me
about it. And he began to talk to me on the matter. 'You told me,' said he, 'that this
vision of mine was vain, but here you see things really are as I saw them. How can I
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and the blind and the foolish! And I thank you also for teaching me the work of the
heart.'

" 'Love Jesus Christ,' said I, 'and thank Him all you will. But beware of taking your
visions for direct revelations of grace. For these things may often happen quite
naturally in the order of things. The human soul is not bound by place and matter. It
can see even in the darkness, and what happens a long way off, as well as things
near at hand. Only we do not give force and scope to this spiritual power. We crush it
beneath the yoke of our gross bodies or get it mixed up with our haphazard thoughts
and ideas. But when we concentrate within ourselves, when we draw away from
everything around us and become more subtle and refined in mind, then the soul
comes into its own and works to its fullest power. So what happened was natural
enough. I have heard my departed starets say that there are people (even such as
are not given to prayer, but who have this sort of power, or gain it during sickness)
who see light even in the darkest of rooms, as though it streamed from every article
in it, and see things by it; who see their doubles and enter into the thoughts of other
people. But what does come directly from the grace of God in the case of the prayer
of the heart is so full of sweetness and delight that no tongue can tell of it, nor can it
be likened to anything material; it is beyond compare. Every feeling is base
compared with the sweet knowledge of grace in the heart.'

"My blind friend listened eagerly to this and became still more humble. The prayer
grew more and more in his heart and delighted him beyond words. I rejoiced at this
with all my soul and thanked God from my heart that He had let me see so blessed a
servant of His. We got to Tobolsk at last. I took him to the almshouse, and leaving
him there with a loving farewell, I went on my own way.

"I went along without hurrying for about a month with a deep sense of the way in
which good lives teach us and spur us on to copy them. I read The Philokalia a great
deal, and there made sure of everything I had told the blind man of prayer. His
example kindled in me zeal and thankfulness and love for God. The prayer of my
heart gave me such consolation that I felt there was no happier person on earth than
I, and I doubted if there could be greater and fuller happiness in the kingdom of
heaven. Not only did I feel this in my own soul, but the whole outside world also
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people, trees, plants, and animals. I saw them all as my kinsfolk; I found on all of
them the magic of the name of Jesus. Sometimes I felt as light as though I had no
body and were floating happily through the air instead of walking. Sometimes when I
withdrew into myself, I saw clearly all my internal organs and was filled with wonder
at the wisdom with which the human body is made. Sometimes I felt as joyful as if I
had been made czar. And at all such times of happiness, I wished that God would let
death come to me quickly and let me pour out my heart in thankfulness at His feet in
the world of spirits.

"It would seem that somehow I took too great a joy in these feelings, or perhaps it
was just allowed by God's will, but for some time I felt a sort of quaking and fear in
my heart. Was there, I wondered, some new misfortune or trouble coming upon me
like what had happened after I met the girl again to whom I taught the prayer of
Jesus in the chapel? A cloud of such thoughts came down upon me, and I
remembered the words of the venerable John Karpathisky, who says that 'the master
will often submit to humiliation and endure disaster and temptation for the sake of
those who have profited by him spiritually.' I fought against the gloomy thoughts, and
prayed with more earnestness than ever. The prayer quite put them to flight, and
taking heart again I said, 'God's will be done, I am ready to suffer whatever Jesus
Christ sends me for my wickedness and pride.' And those to whom I had lately shown
the secret of entry into the heart and interior prayer had even before their meeting
with me been made ready by the direct and secret teaching of God.

"Calmed by these thoughts, I went on my way again filled with consolation, having
the prayer with me and happier even than I had been before. It rained for a couple of
days, and the road was so muddy that I could hardly drag my feet out of the mire. I
was walking across the steppe, and in ten miles or so I did not find a single dwelling.
At last toward nightfall I came upon one house standing by itself right on the road.
Glad I was to see it, and I thought I would ask for a rest and a night's lodging here
and see what God sent for the morrow; perhaps the weather would get better. As I
drew near, I saw a tipsy old man in a soldier's cloak sitting on the zavalina. I greeted
him, saying, 'Could I perhaps ask someone to give me a night's lodging here?'

" 'Who else could give it you but me?' he shouted. 'I'm master here. This is a post-
house, and I am in charge of it.'

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" 'Then will you allow me, sir, to spend the night at your house?'

" 'Have you got a passport? Give some legal account of yourself.'

"I handed him my passport and, holding it in his hands, he again asked, 'Where is
your passport?'

" 'You have it in your hands,' I answered.

" 'Well, come into the house,' said he.

"He put his spectacles on, read the passport through, and said, 'All right, that's all
in order. Stay the night. I'm a good fellow really. Have a drink.'

" 'I don't drink,' I answered, 'and never have.'

" 'Well, please yourself, I don't care. At any rate have supper with us.'

"They sat down to table, he and the cook, a young woman who also had been
drinking rather freely, and asked me to sit down with them. They quarreled all through
supper, hurling reproaches at each other, and in the end came to blows. The man
went off into the passage and to his bed in a lumber room, while the cook began to
tidy up and wash up the cups and spoons, all the while going on with the abuse of
her master. I took a seat, thinking it would be some time before she quieted down. So
I asked her where I could sleep, for I was very tired from my journey. 'I will make you
up a bed,' she answered. And she placed another bench against the one under the
front window, spread a felt blanket over them, and gave me a pillow. I lay down and
shut my eyes as though asleep. For a long while yet the cook bustled about, but at
last she tidied up, put out the fire, and was coming over toward me. Suddenly the
whole window, which was in a corner at the front of the house—frame, glass, and
splinters of wood—flew into shivers, which came showering down with a frightful
crash. The whole house shook, and from outside the window came a sickening
groan, and shouts and the noise of struggling. The woman sprang back in terror into
the middle of the room and fell in a heap on the floor. I jumped up with my wits all
astray, thinking the earth had opened under my feet. And the next thing I saw was
two drivers carrying a man into the house so covered with blood that you could not
even see his face. And this added still more to my horror. He was a king's messenger
who had galloped here to change horses. His driver had not taken the turn into the
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front of the house, the carriage overturned and the king's messenger was thrown out,
cutting his head badly on a sharp post.

"He asked for some water and wine to bathe his wound. Then he drank a glass,
and cried, 'Horses!'

"I went up to him and said, 'Surely, sir, you won't travel any further with a wound
like that?'

" 'A king's messenger has no time to be ill,' he answered, and galloped off.

"The drivers dragged the senseless woman into a corner near the stove and
covered her with a rug, saying, 'She was badly scared. She'll come round all right.'
The master of the house had another glass and went back to bed, and I was left
alone. Very soon the woman got up again and began walking across the room from
corner to corner in a witless sort of way, and in the end she went out of the house. I
felt as though the shock had taken all the strength out of me, and after saying my
prayers I dropped asleep for a while before dawn.

"In the morning I took leave of the old man and set off again, and as I walked I
sent up my prayer with faith and trust and thanks to the Father of all blessing and
consolation Who had saved me when I was in such great danger.

"Some six years after this happened I was passing a convent and went into the
church to-pray. The kindly abbess welcomed me in her room after the liturgy, and
had tea served. Suddenly some unexpected guests came to see her, and she went
to them, leaving me with some of the nuns who waited on her in her cell. One of
them, who was pouring out tea, and was clearly a humble soul, made me curious
enough to ask whether she had been in the convent long.

" 'Five years,' she answered. 'I was out of my mind when they brought me here,
and it was here that God had mercy on me. The mother abbess kept me to wait on
her in her cell and led me to take the veil.'

" 'How came you to go out of your mind?' I asked.

" 'It was fright,' said she. 'I used to work at a post- house, and late one night some
horses stove in a window. I was so terrified that it drove me out of my mind. For a
whole year my relations took me from one shrine to another, but it was only here that
I got cured.' When I heard this I rejoiced in spirit and praised God, Who so wisely
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"I had a great many other experiences," I said, speaking to my spiritual father,
"but I should want three whole days and nights to tell you everything as it happened.
Still there is one other thing I will tell you about.

"One clear summer's day I noticed a cemetery near the road, and what they call a
pogost, that is, a church with some houses for those who minister in it. The bells
were ringing for the liturgy, and I made my way toward it. People who lived round
about were going the same way, and some of them, before they got as far as the
church, were sitting on the grass. Seeing me hurrying along, they said to me, 'Don't
hurry, you'll have plenty of time for standing about when the service begins. Services
take a long while here: our priest is in bad health and goes very slowly.'

"The service did, in fact, last a very long while. The priest was a young man, but
very thin and pale. He celebrated very slowly indeed, but with great devotion, and at
the end of the liturgy he preached with much feeling a beautiful and simple sermon
on how to grow in love for God. The priest asked me into his house and to stay to
dinner.

"During the meal I said, 'How reverently and slowly you celebrate, Father!'

"'Yes,' he answered, 'but my parishioners do not like it, and they grumble. Still,
there's nothing to be done about it. I like to meditate on each prayer and rejoice in it
before I say it aloud. Without that interior appreciation and feeling every word uttered
is useless both to myself and to others. Everything centers in the interior life, and in
attentive prayer! Yet how few concern themselves with the interior life,' he went on. 'It
is because they feel no desire to cherish the spiritual inward light.'

" 'And how is one to reach that?' I asked. 'It would seem to be very difficult.'

" 'Not at all,' was the reply. 'To attain spiritual enlightenment and become a man of
recollected interior life, you should take some one text or other of holy Scripture and
for as long a period as possible concentrate on that alone all your power of attention
and meditation; then the light of understanding will be revealed to you. You must
proceed in the same way about prayer. If you want it to be pure, right, and enjoyable,
you must choose some short prayer, consisting of few but forcible words, and repeat
it frequently and for a long while. Then you will find delight in prayer.'

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"This teaching of the priest pleased me very much. How practical and simple it
was, and yet at the same time how deep and how wise. I gave thanks to God, in my
thoughts, for showing me such a true pastor of his church.

"When the meal was over, he said to me, 'You have a sleep after dinner while I
read the Bible and prepare my sermon for tomorrow.' So I went into the kitchen.
There was no one there except a very old woman sitting crouched in a corner
coughing. I sat down under a small window, took The Philokalia out of my knapsack,
and began to read quietly to myself. After a while I heard the old woman who was
sitting in the corner ceaselessly whispering the prayer of Jesus. It gave me great joy
to hear the Lord's most holy name spoken so often, and I said to her, 'What a good
thing it is, mother, that you are always saying the prayer. It is a most Christian and
most wholesome action.'

" 'Yes,' she replied. 'The "Lord have mercy" is the only thing I have to lean on in
my old age.'

" 'Have you made a habit of this prayer for long?'

" 'Since I was quite young, yes, and I couldn't live without it, for the Jesus prayer
saved me from ruin and death.'

" 'How? Please tell me about it, for the glory of God and in praise of the blessed
power of the prayer of Jesus.'

"I put The Philokalia away in my knapsack and took a seat nearer to her, and she
began her story.

" 'I used to be a young and pretty girl. My parents gave me in marriage, and the
very day before the wedding, my bridegroom came to see us. Suddenly, before he
had taken a dozen steps, he dropped down and died, without a single gasp. This
frightened me so that I utterly refused to marry at all. I made up my mind to live
unmarried, to go on a pilgrimage to the shrines and pray at them. However, I was
afraid to travel all by myself, young as I was; I feared evil people might molest me.
But an old woman- pilgrim whom I knew taught me wherever my road took me
always to say the Jesus prayer without stopping, and told me for certain that if I did,
no misfortune of any sort could happen to me on my way. I proved the truth of this,
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the money for my journeys. As I grew old I lost my health, and now the priest here out
of the kindness of his heart gives me board and lodging.'

"I was overjoyed to hear this, and knew not how to thank God for this day, in
which I had been taught so much by examples of spiritual life. Then, asking the kindly
and devout priest for his blessing, I set off again on my way, rejoicing.
"Then again, not so long ago, as I was making my way here through the Kazan
government, I had a chance of learning how the power of prayer in the name of
Jesus Christ is shown clearly and strongly even in those who use it without a will to
do so, and how saying the prayer often and for a long time is a sure and rapid way of
gaining its blessed fruits. It happened that I was to pass the night at a Tartar village.
On reaching it I saw a Russian carriage and coachman outside the window of one of
the huts. The horses were being fed nearby. I was glad to see all this and made up
my mind to ask for a night's lodging at the same place, thinking that I should at least
spend the night with Christians.14 When I came up to them I asked the coachman
where he was going, and he answered that his master was going from Kazan to the
Crimea. While I was talking with the coachman, his master pulled open the carriage
curtains from inside, looked out, and saw me. Then he said, '1 shall stay the night
here, too, but I have not gone into the hut, Tartar houses are so uncomfortable. I
have decided to spend the night in the carriage.' Then he got out, and as it was a fine
evening, we strolled about for a while and talked. He asked me a lot of questions and
talked about himself also, and this is what he told me:

" 'Until I was sixty-five I was a captain in the navy, but as I grew old I became the
victim of gout—an incurable disease. So I retired from the service and lived, almost
constantly ill, on a farm of my wife's in the Crimea. She was an impulsive woman of a
volatile disposition, and a great cardplayer. She found it boring living with a sick man
and left me, going off to our daughter in Kazan, who happened to be married to a civil
servant there. My wife laid hands on all she could, and even took the servants with
her, leaving me with nobody but an eight-year-old boy, my godson. So I lived alone
for about three years. The boy who served me was a sharp little fellow, and capable
of doing all the household work. He did my room, heated the stove, cooked the gruel,
and got the samovar15 ready. But at the same time he was extraordinarily
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shouting and playing, and up to all sorts of tricks, so that he disturbed me
exceedingly. And I, being ill and bored, liked to read spiritual books all the time. I had
one splendid book by Gregory Palamas, on the prayer of Jesus. I read it almost
continuously, and I used to say the prayer to some extent. But the boy hindered me,
and no threats and no punishment restrained him from indulging in his pranks. At last
I hit upon the following method. I made him sit on a bench in my room with me, and
bade him say the prayer of Jesus without stopping. At first this was extraordinarily
distasteful to him, and he tried all sorts of ways to avoid it and often fell silent. In
order to /make him do my bidding, I kept a cane beside me. When he said the prayer
I quietly read my book, or listened to jlow he was saying it. But let him stop for a
moment, and I showed him the cane; then he got frightened and took to the prayer
again. I found this very peaceful, and quiet reigned in the house. After a while I
noticed that now there was no need of the cane; the boy began to do my bidding
quite willingly and eagerly. Further, I observed a complete change in his mischievous
character: he became quiet and taciturn and performed his household tasks better
than before. I was glad of this and began to allow him more freedom. And what was
the result? Well, in the end he got so accustomed to the prayer that he was saying it
almost the whole time, whatever he was doing, and without any compulsion from me
at all. When I asked him about it, he answered that he felt an insuperable desire to
be saying the prayer always.

"' "And what are your feelings while doing so?" I asked him.

.... Nothing," said he, "only I feel that it's nice to be saying it."

.... How do you mean—nice?"

... I don't know how to put it exactly."

.... Makes you feel cheerful, do you mean?"

... Yes, cheerful."

" 'He was twelve years old when the Crimean War broke out, and I went to stay
with my daughter at Kazan, taking him with me. Here he lived in the kitchen with the
other servants, and this bored him very much. He would come to me with complaints
that the others, playing and joking among themselves, bothered him also, and
laughed at him and so prevented him saying his prayer. In the end, after about three

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months, he came to me and said, "I am going home. I'm unbearably sick of this place
and all this noise."

.... How can you go alone for such a distance and in winter, too?" said I. "Wait,

and when I go I'll take you with me." Next day my boy had vanished.

" 'We sent everywhere to look for him, but nowhere could he be found. In the end
I got a letter from the Crimea, from the people who were on our farm, saying that the
boy had been found dead in my empty house on 4 April, which was Easter Monday.
He was lying peacefully on the floor of my room with his hands folded on his breast,
and in that same thin frockcoat that he always went about my house in, and which he
was wearing when he went away. And so they buried him in my garden.

" 'When I heard this news I was absolutely amazed. How had the child reached
the farm so quickly? He started on 26 February and he was found on 4 April. Even
with God's help you want horses to cover two thousand miles in a month! Why, it is
nearly seventy miles a day! And in thin clothes, without a passport, and without a
farthing in his pocket into the bargain! Even supposing that someone may have given
him a lift on the way, still that in itself would be a mark of God's special providence
and care for him. That boy of mine, mark you, enjoyed the fruits of prayer,' concluded
this gentleman, 'and here am I, an old man, still not as far on as he.'

"Later on I said to him, 'It is a splendid book, sir, the one by Gregory Palamas,
which you said you liked reading. I know it. But it treats rather of the oral prayer of
Jesus. You should read a book called The Philokalia. There you will find a full and
complete study of how to reach the spiritual prayer of Jesus in the mind and heart
also, and taste the sweet fruit of it.' At the same time I showed him my Philokalia. I
saw that he was pleased to have this advice of mine, and he promised that he would
get a copy for himself. And in my own mind I dwelt upon the wonderful ways in which
the power of God is shown in this prayer. What wisdom and teaching there was in the
story I had just heard! The cane taught the prayer to the boy, and what is more, as a
means of consolation it became a help to him. Are not our own sorrows and trials
which we meet with on the road of prayer in the same way the rod in God's hand?
Why then are we so frightened and troubled when our heavenly Father in the fullness
of His boundless love lets us see them, and when these rods teach us to be more
earnest in learning to pray, and lead us on to consolation which is beyond words?"

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When I came to the end of the things I had to tell, I said to my spiritual father,
"Forgive me, in God's name. I have already chattered far too much. And the holy
Fathers call even spiritual talk mere babble if it lasts too long. It is time I went to find
my fellow-traveler to Jerusalem. Pray for me, a miserable sinner, that of His great
mercy God may bless my journey."

"With all my heart I wish it, dear brother in the Lord," he replied. "May all the all-
loving grace of God shed its light on your path, and go with you, as the angel
Raphael went with Tobias!"

The starets. A year had gone by since I last saw the pilgrim, when at length a gentle
knock on the door and a pleading voice announced the arrival of that devout brother
to the hearty welcome which awaited him.

"Come in, dear brother; let us thank God together for blessing your journey and
bringing you back."

The Pilgrim. Praise and thanks be to the Father on high for His bounty in all
things, which He orders as seems good to Him, and always for the good of us
pilgrims and strangers in a strange land. Here am I, a sinner, who left you last year,
again by the mercy of God thought worthy to see and hear your joyful welcome. And
of course you are waiting to hear from me a full account of the holy city of God,
Jerusalem, for which my soul was longing and toward which my purpose was firmly
set. But what we wish is not always carried out, and so it was in my case. And no
wonder, for why should I, a wretched sinner, be thought fit to tread that holy ground
on which the divine footsteps of our Lord Jesus Christ were printed?

You remember, Father, that I left here last year with a deaf old man as a
companion, and that I had a letter from a merchant of Irkutsk to his son at Odessa
asking him to send me to Jerusalem. Well, we got to Odessa all right in no very long
time. My companion at once booked passage on a ship for Constantinople and set
off. I for my part set about finding the merchant's son, by the address on the letter. I
soon found his house, but there, to my surprise and sorrow, I learned that my
benefactor was no longer alive. He had been dead and buried three weeks before,
after a short illness. This made me very much cast down. But still, I trusted in the
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with three small children, was in such distress that she wept all the time and several
times a day would collapse in grief. Her sorrow was so great that it seemed as
though she too would not live long. All the same, in the midst of all this, she met me
kindly, though in such a state of affairs she could not send me to Jerusalem. But she
asked me to stay with her for a fortnight or so until her father-in-law came to Odessa,
as he had promised, to settle the affairs of the bereaved family.

So I stayed. A week passed, a month, then another. But instead of coming, the
merchant wrote to say that his own affairs would not allow him to come, and advising
that she should pay off the assistants and that all should go to him at Irkutsk at once.
So a great bustle and fuss began, and as I saw they were no longer interested in me,
I thanked them for their hospitality and said good-bye. Once more I set off wandering
about Russia.

I thought and thought. Where was I to go now? In the end I decided that first of all
I would go to Kiev, where I had not been for many years. So I set off. Of course I
fretted at first because I had not been able to carry out my wish to go to Jerusalem,
but I reflected that even this had not happened without the providence of God, and I
quieted myself with the hope that God, the lover of men, would take the will for the
deed, and would not let my wretched journey be without edification and spiritual
value. And so it turned out, for I came across the sort of people who showed me
many things that I did not know, and for my salvation brought light to my dark soul.

If that necessity had not sent me on this journey, I should not have met those spiritual
benefactors of mine.

So by day I walked along with the prayer, and in the evening when I halted for the
night I read my Philokalia, for the strengthening and stimulating of my soul in its
struggle with the unseen enemies of salvation.

On the road about forty-five miles from Odessa I met with an astonishing thing.
There was a long train of wagons loaded with goods; there were about thirty of them,
and I overtook them. The foremost driver, being the leader, was walking beside his
horse, and the others were walking in a group some way from him. The road led past
a pond which had a stream running through it, and in which the broken ice of the
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of a sudden the leading driver, a young man, stopped his horse, and the whole line of
carts behind had to come to a standstill too.. The other drivers came running up to
him and saw that he had begun to undress. They asked him why he was undressing.
He answered that he very much wanted to bathe in the pond. Some of the
astonished drivers began to laugh at him, others to scold him, calling him mad, and
the eldest there, his own brother, tried to stop him, giving him a push to make him
drive on. The other defended himself and had not the least wish to do as he was told.
Several of the young drivers started getting water out of the pond in the buckets with
which they watered the horses, and for a joke splashed it over the man who wanted
to bathe, on his head, or from behind, saying, "There you are; we'll give you a bath."
As soon as the water touched his body, he cried out, "Ah, that's good," and sat down
on the ground. They went on throwing water over him. Thereupon he soon lay down,
and then and there quietly died.

They were all in a great fright, having no idea why it had happened. The older ones
bustled about, saying that the authorities ought to be told, while the rest came to the
conclusion that it was his fate to meet this kind of death.

I stayed with them about an hour and then went on my way. About three and a
half miles farther on I saw a village on the high road, and as I came into it I met an
old priest walking along the street. I thought I would tell him about what I had just
seen and find out what he thought about it. The priest took me into his house, and I
told him the story and asked him to explain to me the cause of what had taken place.

"I can tell you nothing about it, dear brother, except perhaps this, that there are
many wonderful things in nature which our minds cannot understand. This, I think, is
so ordered by God in order to show men the rule and providence of God in nature
more clearly, through certain cases of unnatural and direct changes in its laws. It
happens that I myself was once a witness of a similar case. Near our village there is
a very deep and steep-sided ravine, not very wide, but some seventy feet or more in
depth. It is quite frightening to look down to the gloomy bottom of it. A sort of
footbridge has been built over it. A peasant in my parish, a family man and very
respectable, suddenly, for no reason, was taken with an irresistible desire to throw
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resisted the impulse for a whole week. In the end, he could hold himself back no
longer. He got up early, rushed off, and jumped into the abyss. They soon heard his
groans and with great difficulty pulled him out of the pit with his legs broken. When he
was asked the reason for his fall, he answered that although he was now feeling a
great deal of pain, yet he was calm in spirit, that he had carried out the irresistible
desire which had worried him so for a whole week, and that he had been ready to risk
his life to gratify his wish.

"He was a whole year in hospital getting better. I used to go to see him and often
saw the doctors who were round him. Like you, I wanted to hear from them the cause
of the affair. With one voice the doctors answered that it was 'frenzy.' When I asked
them for a scientific explanation of what that was, and what caused it to attack a man,
I could get nothing more out of them, except that this was one of the secrets of nature
which were not revealed to science. I for my part observed that if in such a mystery of
nature a man were to turn to God in prayer, and also to tell good people about it, then
this ungovernable 'frenzy' of theirs would not attain its purpose.

"Truly there is much to be met with in human life of which we can have no clear
understanding."

While we were talking it was getting dark, and I stayed the night there. In the
morning the mayor sent his secretary to ask the priest to bury the dead jnan in the
cemetery, and to say that the doctors, after a postmortem, had found no signs
whatever of madness, and gave a sudden stroke as the cause of death.

"Look at that now," said the priest to me, "medical science can give no precise
reason for his uncontrollable urge toward the water."

And so I said good-bye to the priest and went on my way. After I had traveled for
several days and was feeling rather done-up, I came to a good-sized commercial
town called Byelaya Tserkov. As evening was already coming on, I started to look
around for a lodging for the night. In the market I came across a man who looked as
though he were a traveler too. He was making inquiries among the shops for the
address of a certain person who lived in the place. When he saw me he came up to
me and said, "You look as though you are a pilgrim too, so let's go together and find
a man by the name of Evreinov who lives in this town. He is a good Christian and
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down about him." I gladly agreed, and so we soon found his house. Although the host
himself was not at home, his wife, a nice old woman, received us very kindly and
gave us an out-of-the-way private little garret in the attic to rest in. We settled down
and rested for a while.

Then our host came and asked us to have supper with them. During supper we
talked—who we were and where we came from—and somehow or other the talk
came round to the question of why he was called Evreinov. "I'll tell you an odd thing
about that," he said, and began his story.

"You see, it was like this. My father was a Jew. He was born at Shklov, and he
hated Christians. From his very earliest years he was preparing to be a rabbi and
studied hard at all the Jewish chitchat which was meant to disprove Christianity. One
day he happened to be going through a Christian cemetery. He saw a human skull,
which must have been taken out of some grave that had been recently disturbed. It
had both its jaws, and there were some horrible-looking teeth in them. In a fit of
temper he began to jeer at this skull; he spat at it, abused it, and spurned it with his
foot. Not content with that, he picked it up and stuck it on a post—as they stick up the
bones of animals to drive off greedy birds. After amusing himself in this way, he went
home. The following night he had scarcely fallen asleep when suddenly an unknown
man appeared to him and violently upbraided him, saying, 'How dare you insult what
is left of my poor bones? I am a Christian—but as for you, you are the enemy of
Christ.' The vision was repeated several times every night, and he got neither sleep
nor rest. Then the same sight started flashing before his eyes during the daytime
also, and he would hear the echo of that reproachful voice. As time went on, the
vision got more frequent, and in the end he began to feel depressed and frightened
and to lose strength. He went to his rabbi, who read prayers and exorcisms over him.
But the apparition not only did not cease; it got even more frequent and threatening.

"This state of affairs became known, and, hearing about it, a business friend of
his, a Christian, began to advise him to accept the Christian religion, and to urge
upon him that apart from that there was no way of ridding himself of this disturbing
apparition of his. But the Jew was loath to take this step. However, in reply he said, 'I
would gladly do as you wish, if only I could be free from this tormenting and
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send in to the local bishop a request for baptism and reception into the Christian
church. The request was'written, and the Jew, not very eagerly, signed it. And lo and
behold, the very minute that the request was signed, the apparition came to an end
and never troubled him again. His joy was unbounded, and entirely at rest in mind,
he felt such a burning faith in Jesus Christ that he went straight away to the bishop,
told him the whole story, and expressed a heartfelt desire to be christened. He
eagerly and quickly learned the dogmas of the Christian faith, and after his baptism
he came to live in this town. Here he married my mother, a good Christian woman.
He led a devout and very comfortable life and he was most generous to the poor. He
taught me to be the same and before his death gave me his instructions about this,
together with his blessing. There you are—that's why my name is Evreinov."16

I listened to this story with reverence and humility, and I thought to myself, "How
good and kind our Lord Jesus Christ is, and how great is His love! In what different
ways He draws sinners to Himself. With what wisdom He uses things of little
importance to lead on to great things. Who could have expected that the mischievous
pranks of a Jew with some dead bones would bring him to the true knowledge of
Jesus Christ and be the means of leading him to a devout life?"

After supper we thanked God and our host and retired to our garret. We did not
want to go to bed yet, so we went on talking to each other. My companion told me
that he was a merchant of Mogilev, and that he had spent two years in Bessarabia as
a novice in one of the monasteries there, but only with a passport that expired at a
fixed date. He was now on his way home to get the consent of the merchant
community to his finally entering upon the monastic life. "The monasteries there
satisfy me, their constitution and order, and the strict life of many devout startsi who
live there." He assured me that putting the Bessarabian monasteries beside the
Russian was like comparing heaven with earth. He urged me to do the same.

While we were talking about these things they brought still a third lodger into our
room. This was a noncommissioned officer, with the army for the time being, but now
going home on leave. We saw that he was tired out with his journey. We said our
prayers together and lay down to sleep. We were up early next morning and began to
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suddenly we heard the bells ringing for matins. The merchant and I began to consider
what we would do. How could we start after hearing the bells and without going to
church? It would be better to stay to matins, say our prayers in church, and then we
should go off more happily. So we decided, and we called the officer. But he said,
"What's the point of going to church while you are on a journey? What good is it to
God if we have been? Let's get off home and then say our prayers. You two go if you
want. I'm not going. By the time you have stood through matins I shall be three or
four miles or so farther on my way, and I want to get home as quickly as possible."
To this the merchant said, "Look here, brother, don't you run so far ahead with your
schemes until you know what God's plans are!" So we went to church, and he took
the road.

We stayed through matins and the liturgy too. Then we went back to our garret to
get our knapsacks ready for the start, when what do we see but our hostess bringing
in the samovar. "Where are you off to?" she says. "You must have a cup of tea—yes,
and have dinner with us too. We can't send you away hungry." So we stayed. We
had not been sitting at the samovar for half an hour, when all of a sudden our
noncommissioned officer comes running in, all out of breath.

"I've come to you in both sorrow and joy."

"What's all this?" we asked him.

This is what he said:

"When I left you and started off, I thought I would look in at the pub to get change for
a note, and have a drink at the same time so as to get along better. So I did. I got my
change, had my drink, and was off like a bird. When I had gone about two miles I had
a mind to count the money the fellow at the pub had given me. I sat down by the
roadside, took out my pocketbook, and went through it. All serene. Then suddenly it
struck me that my passport was not there—only some papers and the money. I was
as frightened as if I'd lost my head. I saw in a flash what had happened. Of course I
had dropped it when I was settling up at the pub. I must run back. I ran and ran.
Another awful idea seized me— suppose it's not there! That will mean trouble! I
rushed up to the man behind the bar and asked him. 'I've not seen it,' he said. And
was I downhearted! Well, I searched around and hunted everywhere, wherever I had
stood and hung about. And what do you think? I was lucky enough to find my

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passport. There it was, still folded up and lying on the floor among the straw and
litter, all trampled in the dirt. Thank God! I was glad, I can tell you; it was as though a
mountain had rolled off my shoulders. Of course it was filthy and coated with mud,
enough to get me a clout on the head; still, that doesn't matter. At any rate I can get
home and back again with a whole skin. But I came to tell you about it. And what's
more, in my fright I've rubbed my foot absolutely raw with running and I can't possibly
walk. So I came to ask for some grease to bandage it up with."

"There you are, brother," the merchant began, "that's because you wouldn't listen
and come with us to church. You wanted to get a long way ahead of us, and, on the
contrary, here you are back again, and lame into the bargain. I told you not to run so
far ahead with your schemes; and now see how it has turned out. It was a small thing
that you did not come to church, but besides that you used such language as, 'What
good does it do God if we pray?' That, brother, was bad. Of course, God does not
need our sinful prayers, but still, in His love for us He likes us to pray. And it is not
only that holy prayer which the Holy Spirit Himself helps us to offer and arouses in us
that is pleasing to Him, for He asks that of us when He says 'Abide in Me, and I in
you'; but every intention, every impulse, even every thought which is directed to
His glory and our own salvation is of value in His sight. For all these the boundless
loving kindness of God gives bountiful rewards. The love of God gives grace a
thousand fold more than human actions deserve. If you give Him the merest mite, He
will pay you back with gold. If you but purpose to go to the Father, He will come out to
meet you. You say but a word, short and unfeeling— 'Receive me, have mercy on
me'—and He falls on your neck and kisses you. That is what the love of the heavenly
Father is like toward us, unworthy as we are. And simply because of this love He
rejoices in every gesture we make toward salvation, however small. It looks like this
to you: What glory is there for God, what advantage for you, if you pray a little and
then your thoughts wander again, or if you do some small good deed, such as
reading a prayer, making five or ten acts of reverence, or giving a heartfelt sigh and
calling upon the name of Jesus, or attending to some good thought, or setting
yourself to some spiritual reading, or abstaining from some food, or bearing an affront
in silence—all that seems to you not enough for your full salvation and a fruitless
thing to do. No! None of these small acts is in vain; it will be taken into account by the

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all-seeing eye of God and receive a hundredfold reward, not only in eternity, but in
this life. St. John Chrysostom asserts this. 'No good of any sort,' he says, 'however
trifling it may be, will be scorned by the righteous judge. If sins are searched out in
such detail that we shall give an answer for words and desires and thoughts, then so
much the more good deeds, however small they are, will be taken into account in all
detail, and will be reckoned to our merit before our judge, who is full of love.'

"I will tell you a case which I saw myself last year. In the Bessarabian monastery
where I lived there was a starets, a monk of good life. One day a temptation beset
him. He felt a great longing for some dried fish. And as it was impossible to get any in
the monastery at that time, he was planning to go to the market and buy some. For a
long while he struggled against the idea, and reasoned with himself that a monk
ought to be content with the ordinary food provided for the brothers and by all means
to avoid self-indulgence. Moreover, to walk about the market among crowds of
people was also for a monk a source of temptation, and unseemly. In the end the lies
of the enemy got the upper hand of his reasoning and he, yielding to his self-will,
made up his mind and went for the fish. After he had left the building and was going
along the street, he noticed that his rosary was not in his hand, and he began to
think, 'How comes this, that I am going like a soldier without his sword? This is most
unseemly. And layfolk who meet me will criticize me and fall into temptation, seeing a
monk without his rosary!' He was going back to get it, but, feeling in his pocket, he
found it there. He pulled it out, crossed himself, and with his rosary in his hand went
calmly on. As he got near the market he saw a horse standing by a shop with a great
cartload of enormous tubs. All at once this horse, taking fright at something or other,
bolted with all its might and with thundering hoofs made straight for him, grazing his
shoulder and throwing him to the ground, though not hurting him very much. Then, a
couple of paces from him, that load toppled over and the cart was smashed to
splinters. Getting up quickly, naturally he was frightened enough, but at the same
time he marveled how God had saved his life, for if the load had fallen a split second
earlier, then he would have been smashed to pieces like the cart. Thinking no further
about it, he bought the fish, went back, ate it, said his prayers, and lay down to sleep.

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"He slept lightly, and in his sleep a benign-looking starets whom he did not know
appeared to him, and said, 'Listen, I am the protector of this dwelling, and I wish to
teach you so that you will understand and remember the lesson now given you. Look
now: The feeble effort you made against the feeling of pleasure, and your sloth in
self-understanding and self-control, gave the enemy his chance to attack you. He
had got ready for you that fatal bombshell which exploded before your eyes. But your
guardian angel foresaw this and put into your mind the thought of offering a prayer
and remembering your rosary. Since you listened to this suggestion, obeyed, and put
it into action, it was just this that saved you from death. Do you see God's love for
men, and His bountiful reward of even a slight turning toward Him?' Saying this, the
visionary starets quickly left the cell. The monk bowed down at his feet, and in doing
so woke up, to find himself, not on his bed, but kneeling prostrate at the threshold of
the door. He told the story of this vision for the spiritual benefit of many people,
myself among them.

"Truly boundless is the love of God for us sinners. Is it not marvelous that so
small an action—yes, just taking his rosary out of his pocket and carrying it in his
hand and calling once upon the name of God—should give a man his life, and that in
the scales of judgment upon men one short moment of callihg upon Jesus Christ
should outweigh many hours of sloth? In truth, here is the repayment of the tiny mite
with gold. Do you see, brother, how powerful prayer is and how mighty the name of
Jesus when we call upon it? St. John Karpathisky in The Philokalia says that when in
the prayer of Jesus we call upon the holy name and say, 'Have mercy on me, a
sinner,' then to every such petition the voice of God answers in secret, 'Son, thy sins
be forgiven thee.' And he goes on to say that when we say the prayer there is at that
moment nothing to distinguish us from the saints, confessors, and martyrs. For, as
St. Chrysostom says, 'Prayer, although we are full of sin when we utter it,
immediately cleanses us. God's loving-kindness to us is great, yet we sinners are
listless, are not willing to give even one small hour to God in thanksgiving, and barter
the time of prayer, which is more important than anything, for the bustle and cares of
living, forgetting God and our duty. For that reason we often meet with misfortunes
and calamities, yet even these the all-loving providence of God uses for our
instruction and to turn our hearts to Him.'"

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When the merchant came to the end of his talk to the officer, I said to him, "What
comfort you have brought to my sinful soul too, your honor! I could bow down to your
very feet." Hearing this, he began to speak to me. "Ah, it seems you are a lover of
religious stories. Wait a moment and I'll read you another like the one I have just told
him. I've got here a book I travel with called Agapia, or The Salvation of Sinners.
There are a lot of wonderful things in it."

He took the book out of his pocket and started reading a most beautiful story
about one Agathonik, a devout man who from his childhood had been taught by
pious parents to say every single day before the icon of the Mother of God the prayer
which begins "Rejoice, God-bearing maiden." And this he always did. Later, when he
had grown up and started life on his own, he got absorbed in the cares and fuss of
life and said the prayer but rarely, and finally gave it up altogether.

One day he gave a pilgrim a lodging for the night, who told him he was a hermit
from the Thebaid and that he had seen a vision in which he was told to go to
Agathonik and rebuke him for having given up the prayer to the Mother of God.
Agathonik said the reason was that he had said the prayer for many years without
seeing any result whatever. Then the hermit said to him, "Remember, blind and
thankless one, how many times this prayer has helped you and saved you from
disaster. Remember how in your youth you were wonderfully saved from drowning?
Do you not recall that an epidemic of infectious disease carried off many of your
friends to the grave, but you remained in health? Do you remember, when you were
driving with a friend, you both fell out of the cart; he broke his leg, but you were
unhurt? Do you not know that a young man of your acquaintance who used to be well
and strong is now lying weak and ill, whereas you are in good health and feel no
pain?" And he reminded Agathonik of many other things. In the end he said, "Know
this, that all those troubles were warded off from you by the protection of the most
holy Mother of God because of that short prayer, by which you lifted up your heart
every day into union with God. Take care now, go on with it, and do not give up
praising the queen of heaven lest she should forsake you."

When he had finished reading, they called us to dinner, and afterward, feeling our
strength renewed, we thanked our host and took the road. We parted, and each went
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After that I walked on for about five days, cheered by the memory of the stories I
had heard from the good merchant in Byelaya Tserkov, and I began to get near to
Kiev. All at once and for no reason at all I began to feel dull and heavy, and my
thoughts got gloomy and dispirited. The prayer went with difficulty and a sort of
indolence came over me. So, seeing a wood with a thick undergrowth of bushes by
the side of the road, I went into it to rest a bit, looking for some out-of-the-way place
where I could sit under a bush and read my Philokalia, and so arouse my feeble spirit
and comfort my faintheartedness. I found a quiet place and began to read Kassian
the Roman in the fourth part of The Philokalia— on the eight thoughts. When I had
been reading happily for about half an hour, quite unexpectedly I noticed the figure of
a man some hundred yards or so away from me and farther in the forest. He was
kneeling quite motionless. I was glad to see this, for I gathered, of course, that he
was praying, and I began to read again. I went on reading for an hour or more and
then glanced up again. The man was still kneeling there and never stirred. All this
moved me very much and I thought, "What devout servants of God there are!"

As I was turning it over in my mind, the man suddenly fell to the ground and lay
still. This startled me, and as I had not seen his face, for he had been kneeling with
his back to me, I felt curious to go and see who he was. When I got to him I found
him in a light sleep. He was a country lad, a young fellow of about twenty-five. He
had an attractive face, good-looking, but pale. He was dressed in a peasant's caftan
with a bast rope for a girdle. There was nothing else to note about him. He had no
kotomka,17 not even a stick. The sound of my approach awoke him, and he got up. I
asked him who he was, and he told me he was a state peasant of the Smolensk
government and that he was on his way from Kiev. "And where are you going to
now?" I asked.

"I don't know myself where God will lead me," he answered.

"Is it long since you left home?"

"Yes, over four years."

"And where have you been living all that time?"

"I have been going from shrine to shrine and to monasteries and churches. There
was no point in staying at home. I'm an orphan and I have no relations. Besides, I've
got a lame foot. So I'm roaming about the wide world."

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"Some God-fearing person, it seems, has taught you not just to roam anywhere,
but to visit holy places," said I.

"Well, you see," he answered, "having no father or mother, I used to go about as
a boy with the shepherds of our village, and all went happily enough till I was ten
years old. Then one day when I had brought the flock home I never noticed that the
starosta's18 very best sheep was not among them. And our starosta was a bad and
inhuman peasant. When he came home that evening and found that his sheep was
lost, he rushed at me abusing and threatening. If I didn't go off and find the sheep, he
swore he'd beat me to death, and 'I'll break your arms and legs,' he said. Knowing
how cruel he was, I went after the sheep, searching the places where they had been
feeding in daylight. I searched and searched for more than half the night, but there
was not a trace of it anywhere. It was such a dark night, too, for it was getting on
toward autumn. When I had got very deep into the forest—and in our government the
forests are endless—suddenly a storm came up. It was as though the trees were all
rocking. In the distance, wolves started howling. Such a terror fell upon me that my
hair stood on end. What's more, it all got more and more horrible, so that I was ready
to drop with fear and horror. Then I fell on my knees and crossed myself, and with all
my heart I said, 'Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me.' As soon as I had said that I
felt absolutely at peace, straight away, as if I had never been in any distress at all. All
my fear left me, and I felt as happy in my heart as if I had flown away to heaven. This
made me very glad, and—well, I just didn't stop saying the prayer. To this day I don't
know whether the storm lasted long and how the night went. I looked up and daylight
was coming, and there was I still kneeling in the same place. I got up quietly, I saw I
shouldn't find the sheep, and home I went. But all was well in my heart, and I was
saying the prayer to my heart's content. As soon as I got to the village the starosta
saw I hadn't brought the sheep back and thrashed me till I was half dead—he put this
foot out of joint, you see. I was laid up, almost unable to move, for six weeks after
that beating. All I knew was that I was saying the prayer and it comforted me. When I
got a bit better I began to wander about in the world, and as to be continually jostling
about in a crowd didn't interest me, and meant a good deal of sin, I took to roaming
from one holy place to another, and in the forests too. That's how I have spent nearly
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When 1 heard this, my heart was very glad that God had thought me fit to meet so
good a man, and I asked him, "And do you often use the prayer now?"

"I couldn't exist without it," he answered. "Why, if I only just call to mind how I felt
that first time in the forest, it's just as if someone pushed me down on my knees, and
I begin to pray. I don't know whether my sinful prayer is pleasing to God or not. For
as I pray, sometimes I feel a great happiness—why, I don't know—a lightness of
spirit, a happy sort of quiet; but at other times I feel a dull heaviness and lowness of
spirits. But for all that, I want to go on praying always till I die."

"Don't be distressed, dear brother. Everything is pleasing to God and for our
salvation—everything, whatever it is that happens in time of prayer. So the holy
Fathers say. Whether it's lightness of heart or heaviness, it's all all right. No prayer,
good or bad, fails in God's sight. Lightness, warmth, and gladness show that God is
rewarding and consoling us for the effort, while heaviness, darkness, and dryness
mean that God is cleansing and strengthening the soul, and by this wholesome trial is
saying it, preparing it in humility for the enjoyment of blessed happiness in the future.
In proof of this I will read you something that St. John Klimax wrote."

I found the passage and read it to him. He heard it through with care and enjoyed
it, and he thanked me very much for it. And so we parted. He went off right into the
depth of the forest and I went back to the road. I went on my way, thanking God for
treating me, sinner as I am, as fit to be given such teaching.

Next day, by God's help, I came to Kiev. The first and chief thing I wanted was to
fast a while and to make my confession and communion in that holy town. So I
stopped near the saints,19 as that would be easier for getting to church. A good old
Cossack took me in, and as he lived alone in his hut, I found peace and quiet there.
At the end of a week, in which I had been getting ready for my confession, the
thought came to me that I would make it as detailed as I could. So I began to recall
and go over all my sins from youth onward very fully, and so as not to forget it all I
wrote down everything I could remember in the utmost detail. I covered a large sheet
of paper with it.

I heard that at Kitaevaya Pustina, about five miles from Kiev, there was a priest of
ascetic life who was very wise and understanding. Whoever went to him for
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for his salvation and ease of spirit. I was very glad to hear of this, and I went to him at
once. After I had asked his advice and we had talked awhile, I gave him my sheet of
paper to see. He read it through and then said, "Dear friend, a lot of this that you
have written is quite futile. Listen: First, don't bring into confession sins which you
have already repented of and had forgiven. Don't go over them again, for that would
be to doubt the power of the sacrament of penance. Next, don't call to mind other
people who have been connected with your sins; judge yourself only. Thirdly, the
holy Fathers forbid us to mention all the circumstances of the sins, and tell us to
acknowledge them in general, so as to avoid temptation both for ourselves and for
the priest. Fourthly, you have come to repent and you are not repenting of the fact
that you can't repent—that is, your penitence is lukewarm and careless. Fifthly, you
have gone over all these details, but the most important thing you have overlooked:
you have not disclosed the gravest sins of all. You have not acknowledged, nor
written down, that you do not love God, that you hate your neighbor, that you do not
believe in God's Word, and that you are filled with pride and ambition. A whole mass
of evil, and all our spiritual depravity is in these four sins. They are the chief roots out
of which spring the shoots of all the sins into which we fall."

I was very much surprised to hear this, and I said, "Forgive me, reverend Father,
but how is it possible not to love God our creator and preserver? What is there to
believe in if not the Word of God, in which everything is true and holy? I wish well to
all my neighbors, and why should I hate them? I have nothing to be proud of; besides
having numberless sins, I have nothing at all which is fit to be praised, and what
should I with my poverty and ill-health lust after? Of course, if I were an educated
man, or rich, then no doubt I should be guilty of the things you spoke of." "It's a pity,
dear one, that you so little understood what I said. Look! It will teach you more quickly
if I give you these notes. They are what I always use for my own confession. Read
them through, and you will see clearly enough an exact proof of what I said to you
just now."

He gave me the notes, and I began to read them, as follows:
A Confession which Leads the Inward Man to Humility

Turning my eyes carefully upon myself and watching the course of my inward
state, I have verified by experience that I do not love God, that I have no love for my

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neighbors, that I have no religious belief, and that I am filled with pride and
sensuality. All this I actually find in myself as a result of detailed examination of my
feelings and conduct, thus:

1. I do not love God. For if I loved God I should be continually thinking about Him
with heartfelt joy. Every thought of God would give me gladness and delight. On the
contrary, I much more often and much more eagerly think about earthly things, and
thinking about God is labor and dryness. If I loved God, then talking with Him in
prayer would be my nourishment and delight and would draw me to unbroken
communion with Him. But, on the contrary, I not only find no delight in prayer, but
even find it an effort. I struggle with reluctance, I am enfeebled by sloth and am ready
to occupy myself eagerly with any unimportant trifle, if only it shortens prayer and
keeps me from it. My time slips away unnoticed in futile occupations, but when I am
occupied with God, when I put myself into His presence, every hour seems like a
year. If one person loves another, he thinks of him throughout the day without
ceasing, he pictures him to himself, he cares for him, and in all circumstances his
beloved friend is never out of his thoughts. But I, throughout the day, scarcely set
aside even a single hour in which to sink deep down into meditation upon God, to
inflame my heart with love of Him, while I eagerly give up twenty-three hours as
fervent offerings to the idols of my passions. I am forward in talk about frivolous
matters and things which degrade the spirit; that gives me pleasure. But in the
consideration of God I am dry, bored, and lazy. Even if I am unwillingly drawn by
others into spiritual conversation, I try to shift the subject quickly to one which
pleases my desires. I am tirelessly curious about novelties, about civic affairs and
political events; I eagerly seek the satisfaction of my love of knowledge in science
and art, and in ways of getting things I want to possess. But the study of the law of
God, the knowledge of God and of religion, make little impression on me, and satisfy
no hunger of my soul. I regard these things not only as a nonessential occupation for
a Christian, but in a casual way as a sort of side-issue with which I should perhaps
occupy my spare time, at odd moments. To put it shortly, if love for God is recognized
by the keeping of His commandments ("If ye love Me, keep My commandments,"
says our Lord Jesus Christ), and I not only do not keep them, but even make little
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That is what Basil the Great says: "The proof that a man does not love God and His
Christ lies in the fact that he does not keep His commandments."

2.   I do not love my neighbor either. For not only am I unable to make up my mind
to lay down my life for his sake (according to the gospel), but I do not even sacrifice
my happiness, well-being, and peace for the good of my neighbor. If I did love him as
myself, as the gospel bids, his misfortunes would distress me also, his happiness
would bring delight to me too. But, on the contrary, I listen to curious, unhappy stories
about my neighbor, and I am not distressed; I remain quite undisturbed or, what is
still worse, I find a sort of pleasure in them. Bad conduct on the part of my brother I
do not cover up with love, but proclaim abroad with censure. His well-being, honor,
and happiness do not delight me as my own, and, as if they were something quite
alien to me, give me no feeling of gladness. What is more, they subtly arouse in me
feelings of envy or contempt.

3.   I have no religious belief. Neither in immortality nor in the gospel. If I were
firmly persuaded and believed without doubt that beyond the grave lies eternal life
and recompense for the deeds of this life, I should be continually thinking of this. The
very idea of immortality would terrify me and I should lead this life as a foreigner who
gets ready to enter his native land. On the contrary, I do not even think about
eternity, and I regard the end of this earthly life as the limit of my existence. The
secret thought nestles within me: Who knows what happens at death? If I say I
believe in immortality, then I am speaking about my mind only, and my heart is far
removed from a firm conviction about it. That is openly witnessed to by my conduct
and my constant care to satisfy the life of the senses. Were the holy gospel taken into
my heart in faith, as the Word of God, I should be continually occupied with it, I
should study it, find delight in it, and with deep devotion fix my attention upon it.
Wisdom, mercy, and love are hidden in it; it would lead me to happiness, I should find
gladness in the study of the law of God day and night. In it I should find nourishment
like my daily bread, and my heart would be drawn to the keeping of its laws. Nothing
on earth would be strong enough to turn me away from it. On the contrary, if now and
again I read or hear the Word of God, yet even so it is only from necessity or from a
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it dull and uninteresting. I usually come to the end of the reading without any profit,
only too ready to change over to secular reading in which I take more pleasure and
find new and interesting subjects.

4. I am full of pride and sensual self-love. All my actions confirm this. Seeing
something good in myself, I want to bring it into view, or to pride myself upon it before
other people or inwardly to admire myself for it. Although I display an outward
humility, yet I ascribe it all to my own strength and regard myself as superior to
others, or at least no worse than they. If I notice a fault in myself, I try to excuse it; I
cover it up by saying, "I am made like that" or "I am not to blame." I get angry with
those who do not treat me with respect and consider them unable to appreciate the
value of people. I brag about my gifts: my failures in any undertaking I regard as a
personal insult. I murmur, and I find pleasure in the unhap- piness of my enemies. If I
strive after anything good it is for the purpose of winning praise, or spiritual self-
indulgence, or earthly consolation. In a word, I continually make an idol of myself and
render it uninterrupted service, seeking in all things the pleasures of the senses and
nourishment for my sensual passions and lusts.

Going over all this I see myself as proud, adulterous, unbelieving, without love for
God and hating my neighbor. What state could be more sinful? The condition of the
spirits of darkness is better than mine. They, although they do not love God, hate
men, and live upon pride, yet at least believe and tremble. But I? Can there be a
doom more terrible than that which faces me, and what sentence of punishment will
be more severe than that upon the careless and foolish life that I recognize in
myself?

On reading through this form of confession which the priest gave me I was
horrified, and I thought to myself, "Good heavens! What frightful sins there are hidden
within me, and up to now I've never noticed them!" The desire to be cleansed from
them made me beg this great spiritual father to teach me how to know the causes of
all these evils and how to cure them. And he began to instruct me.

"You see, dear brother, the cause of not loving God is want of belief, want of
belief is caused by lack of conviction, and the cause of that is failure to seek for holy
and true knowledge, indifference to the light of the spirit. In a word, if you don't
believe, you can't love; if you are not convinced, you can't believe, and in order to

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reach conviction you must get a full and exact knowledge of the matter before you.
By meditation, by the study of God's Word, and by noting your experience, you must
arouse in your soul a thirst and a longing—or, as some call it, 'wonder'—which brings
you an insatiable desire to know things more closely and more fully, to go deeper into
their nature.

"One spiritual writer speaks of it in this way: 'Love,' he says, 'usually grows with
knowledge, and the greater the depth and extent of the knowledge the more love
there will be, the more easily the heart will soften and lay itself open to the love of
God, as it diligently gazes upon the very fullness and beauty of the divine nature and
His unbounded love for men.'

"So now you see that the cause of those sins which you read over is slothfulness
in thinking about spiritual things, sloth which stifles the feeling of the need of such
thought. If you want to know how to overcome this evil, strive after enlightenment of
spirit by every means in your power, attain it by diligent study of the Word of God and
of the holy Fathers, by the help of meditation and spiritual counsel, and by the
conversation of those who are wise in Christ. Ah, dear brother, how much disaster we
meet with just because we are lazy about seeking light for our souls through the word
of truth. We do not study God's law day and night, and we do not pray about it
diligently and unceasingly. And because of this our inner man is hungry and cold,
starved, so that it has no strength to take a bold step forward upon the road of
righteousness and salvation! And so, beloved, let us resolve to make use of these
methods, and as often as possible fill our minds with thoughts of heavenly things;
and love, poured down into our hearts from on high, will burst into flame within us.
We will do this together and pray as often as we can, for prayer is the chief and
strongest means for our renewal and well-being. We will pray, in the words holy
church teaches us: 'O God, make me fit to love Thee now, as I have loved sin in the
past.'"20 I listened to all this with care. Deeply moved, I asked this holy Father to hear
my confession and to give me communion. And so next morning after the honor of
my communion, I was for going back to Kiev with this blessed viaticum. But this good
father of mine, who was going to the Lavra21 for a couple of days, kept me for that
time in his hermit's cell, so that in its silence I might give myself up to prayer without
hindrance. And, in fact, I did spend both those days as though I were in heaven. By

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the prayers of my starets I, unworthy as I am, rejoiced in perfect peace. Prayer
flowed out in my heart so easily and happily that during that time I think I forgot
everything, and myself; in my mind was Jesus Christ and He alone.

In the end, the priest came back, and I asked his guidance and advice—where
should I go now on my pilgrim way? He gave me his blessing with these words, "You
go to Pochaev, make your reverence there to the wonder-working footprint22 of the
most pure mother of God, and she will guide your feet into the way of peace." And
so, taking his advice in faith, three days later I set off for Pochaev.

For some 130 miles or so I traveled none too happily, for the road lay through pot-
houses and Jewish villages and I seldom came across a Christian dwelling. At one
farm I noticed a Russian Christian inn and I was glad to see it. I turned in at it to
spend the night and also to ask for some bread for my journey, for my rusks were
coming to an end. Here I saw the host, an old man with a well-to-do air and who, I
learned, came from the same government that I did—the Orlovsky. Directly I went
into the room, his first question was, "What religion are you?"

I replied that I was a Christian, and pravoslavny.23 "Pravoslavny, indeed," said he
with a laugh. "You people are pravoslavny only in word—in act you are heathen. I
know all about your religion, brother. A learned priest once tempted me and I tried it. I
joined your church and stayed in it for six months. After that I came back to the ways
of our society. To join your church is just a snare. The readers mumble the service all
anyhow, with things missed out and things you can't understand. And the singing is
no better than you hear in a pub. And the people stand all in a huddle, men and
women all mixed up; they talk while the service is going on, turn round and stare
about, walk to and fro, and give you no peace and quiet to say your prayers. What
sort of worship do you call that? It's just a sin! Now, with us how devout the service
is; you can hear what's said, nothing is missed out, the singing is most moving, and
the people stand quietly, the men by themselves, the women by themselves, and
everybody knows what reverence to make and when, as holy church directs. Really
and truly, when you come into a church of ours, you feel you have come to the
worship of God; but in one of yours you can't imagine what you've come to—to
church or to market!"

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From all this I saw that the old man was a diehard raskolnik.24 But he spoke so
plausibly, I could not argue with him nor convert him. I just thought to myself that it
will be impossible to convert the old believers to the true church until church services
are put right among us and until the clergy in particular set an example in this. The
raskolnik knows nothing of the inner life; he relies upon externals, and it is about
them that we are careless.

So I wanted to get away from here and had already gone out into the hall when to
my surprise I saw through the open door of a private room a man who did not look
like a Russian; he was lying on a bed and reading a book. He beckoned me and
asked me who I was. I told him.

And then he began, "Listen, dear friend. Won't you agree to look after a sick man,
say for a week, until by God's help I get better? I am a Greek, a monk from Mount
Athos. I'm in Russia to collect alms for my monastery, and on my way back I've fallen
ill, so that I can't walk for the pain in my legs. So I've taken this room here. Don't say
no, servant of God! I'll pay you."

"There is no need whatever to pay me. I will very gladly look after you as best I
can in the name of God." So I stayed with him. I heard a great deal from him about
the things that concern the salvation of our souls. He told me about Athos, the holy
mountain, about the great podvizhniki25 there, and about the many hermits and
anchorites. He had with him a copy of The Philokalia in Greek, and a book by Isaac
the Syrian. We read together and compared the Slavonic translation by Paisy
Velichovsky with the Greek original. He declared that it would be impossible to
translate from Greek more accurately and faithfully than The Philokalia had been
turned into Slavonic by Paisy.

As I noticed that he was always in prayer and versed in the inward prayer of the
heart, and as he spoke Russian perfectly, I questioned him on this matter. He readily
told me a great deal about it, and I listened with care. I even wrote down many things
that he said. Thus, for example, he taught me about the excellence and greatness of
the Jesus prayer in this way: "Even the very form of the Jesus prayer," he said,
"shows what a great prayer it is. It is made up of two parts. In the first part, 'Lord
Jesus Christ, Son of God,' it leads our thoughts to the life of Jesus Christ, or, as the

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holy Fathers put it, it is the whole gospel in brief. In the second part, 'Have mercy on
me, a sinner,' it faces us with the story of our own helplessness and sinfulness. And it
is to be noted that the desire and petition of a poor, sinful, humble soul could not be
put into words more wise, more clear-cut, more exact than these—'have mercy on
me.' No other form of words would be as satisfying and full as this. For instance, if
one said, 'Forgive me, put away my sins, cleanse my transgressions, blot out my
offenses,' all that would express one petition only—asking to be set free from
punishment, the fear of a fainthearted and listless soul. But to say 'have mercy on
me' means not only the desire for pardon arising from fear, but is the sincere cry of
filial love, which puts its hope in the mercy of God and humbly acknowledges it is too
weak to break its own will and to keep a watchful guard over itself. It is a cry for
mercy—that is, for grace— which will show itself in the gift of strength from God, to
enable us to resist temptation and overcome our sinful inclinations. It is like a
penniless debtor asking his kindly creditor not only to forgive him the debt but also to
pity his extreme poverty and to give him alms—that is what these profound words
'have mercy on me' express. It is like saying, 'Gracious Lord, forgive me my sins and
help me to put myself right; arouse in my soul a strong impulse to follow Thy bidding.
Bestow Thy grace in forgiving my actual sins and in turning my heedless mind, will,
and heart to Thee alone.'"

Upon this I wondered at the wisdom of his words and thanked him for teaching my
sinful soul, and he went on teaching me other wonderful things.

"If you like," said he (and I took him to be something of a scholar, for he said he
had studied at the Athens Academy), "I will go on and tell you about the tone in which
the Jesus prayer is said. I happen to have heard many God-fearing Christian people
say the oral Jesus prayer as the Word of God bids them and according to the
tradition of holy church. They use it so both in their private prayers and in church. If
you listen carefully and as a friend to this quiet saying of the prayer, you can notice
for your spiritual profit that the tone of the praying voice varies with different people.
Thus, some stress the very first word of the prayer and say Lord Jesus Christ, and
then finish all the other words on one level tone. Others begin the prayer in a level
voice and throw the stress in the middle of the prayer, on the word Jesus as an
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Others, again, begin and go on with the prayer without stress until they come to the
last words—Have mercy on me—when they raise their voices in ecstasy. And some
say the whole prayer—Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner—
with all the stress upon the single phrase Son of God.

"Now listen. The prayer is one and the same. Orthodox Christians hold one and
the same profession of faith. The knowledge is common to all of them that this
sublime prayer of all prayers includes two things: the Lord Jesus and the appeal to
Him. That is known to be the same for everybody. Why then do they not all express it
in the same way, why not all in the same tone, that is? Why does the soul plead
specially, and express itself with particular stress, not in one and the same place for
all, but in a certain place for each ? Many say of this that perhaps it is the result of
habit, or of copying other people, or that it depends upon a way of understanding the
words which corresponds with the individual point of view, or finally that it is just as it
comes most easily and naturally to each person. But I think quite differently about it. I
should like to look for something higher in it, something unknown not only to the
listener, but even to the person who is praying also. May there not be here a hidden
moving of the Holy Spirit making intercession for us with groanings which cannot be
uttered in those who do not know how and about what to pray? And if everyone prays
in the name of Jesus Christ, by the Holy Spirit, as the Apostle says, the Holy Spirit,
who works in secret and gives a prayer to him who prays, may also bestow His
beneficent gift upon all, notwithstanding their lack of strength. To one He may give
the reverent fear of God, to another love, to another firmness of faith, and to another
gracious humility, and so on.

"If this be so, then he who has been given the gift of revering and praising the
power of the Almighty will in his prayers stress with special feeling the word Lord, in
which he feels the greatness and the might of the creator of the world. He who has
been given the secret outpouring of love in his heart is thrown into rapture and filled
with gladness as he exclaims Jesus Christ, just as a certain starets could not hear
the name of Jesus without a peculiar flood of love and gladness, even in ordinary
conversation. The unshakable believer in the godhead of Jesus Christ, of one
substance with the Father, is enkindled with still more fervent faith as he says the
words Son of God. One who has received the gift of humility and is deeply aware of

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his own weakness, with the words have mercy on me is penitent and humbled, and
pours out his heart most richly in these last words of the Jesus prayer. He cherishes
hope in the loving kindness of God and abhors his own falling into sin. There you
have the causes, in my opinion, of the differing tones in which people say the prayer
in the name of Jesus. And from this you may note as you listen, to the glory of God
and your own instruction, by what emotion anyone is specially moved, what spiritual
gift any one person has. A number of people have said to me on this subject, 'Why
do not all these signs of hidden spiritual gifts appear together and united? Then not
only one, but every word of the prayer would be imbued with one and the same tone
of rapture.' I have answered in this way: 'Since the grace of God distributes His gift in
wisdom to every man severally according to his strength, as we see from holy
Scripture, who can search out with his finite mind and enter into the dispositions of
grace? Is not the clay completely in the power of the potter, and is he not able to
make one thing or another out of the clay?'"

I spent five days with this starets, and he began to get very much better in health.
This time was of so much profit to me that I did not notice how quickly it went. For in
that little room, in silent seclusion, we were concerned with nothing else whatever
than silent prayer in the name of Jesus, or talk about the same subject, interior
prayer.

One day a pilgrim came to see us. He complained bitterly about the Jews and
abused them. He had been going about their villages and had to put up with their
unfriendliness and cheating. He was so bitter against them that he cursed them, even
saying they were not fit to live because of their obstinacy and unbelief. Finally he said
that he had such an aversion for them that it was quite beyond his control.

"You have no right, friend," said the starets, "to abuse and curse the Jews like
this. God made them just as He made us. You should be sorry for them and pray for
them, not curse them. Believe me, the disgust you feel for them comes from the fact
that you are not grounded in the love of God and have no interior prayer as a security
and, therefore, no inward peace. I will read you a passage from the holy Fathers
about this. Listen, this is what Mark the podvizhnik writes: 'The soul which is inwardly
united to God becomes, in the greatness of its joy, like a good- natured, simple-
hearted child, and now condemns no one, Greek, heathen, Jew, nor sinner, but looks

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at them all alike with sight that has been cleansed, finds joy in the whole world, and
wants everybody—Greeks and Jews and heathen—to praise God.' And Macarius the
Great, of Egypt, says that the inward contemplative 'burns with so great a love that if
it were possible he would have everyone dwell within him, making no difference
between bad and good.' There, dear brother, you see what the holy Fathers think
about it. So I advise you to lay aside your fierceness, and look upon everything as
under the all-knowing providence of God, and when you meet with vexations accuse
yourself especially of lack of patience and humility."

At last more than a week went by and my starets got well, and I thanked him from
my heart for all the blessed instruction that he had given me, and we said good-bye.
He set off for home and I started upon the way I had planned. Now I began to get
near to Pochaev. I had not gone more than seventy miles when a soldier overtook
me, and I asked him where he was going. He told me he was going back to his native
district in Kamenets Podolsk. We went along in silence for seven miles or so, and I
noticed that he sighed very heavily as though something were distressing him, and
he was very gloomy. I asked him why he was so sad.

"Good friend, if you have noticed my sorrow and will swear by all you hold sacred
never to tell anybody, I will tell you all about myself, for I am near to death and I have
no one to talk to about it."

I assured him, as a Christian, that I had not the slightest need to tell anybody
about it, and that out of brotherly love I should be glad to give him any advice that I
could.

"Well, you see," he began, "I was drafted as a soldier from the state peasants.
After about five years' service it became intolerably hard for me; in fact, they often
flogged me for negligence and for drunkenness. I took it into my head to run away,
and here I am a deserter for the last fifteen years. For six years I hid wherever I
could. I stole from farms and larders and warehouses. I stole horses. I broke into
shops and followed this sort of trade, always on my own. I got rid of my stolen goods
in various ways. I drank the money, I led a depraved life, committed every sin. Only
my soul didn't perish. I got on very well, but in the end I got into jail for wandering
without a passport. But when a chance came I even escaped from there. Then
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going home to a distant government. As he was ill and could hardly walk he asked
me to take him to the nearest village where he could find lodging. So I took him. The
police allowed us to spend the night in a barn on some hay, and there we lay down.
When I woke up in the morning I glanced at my soldier and there he was dead and
stiff. Well, I hurriedly searched for his passport —that is to say, his discharge—and
when I found it and a fair amount of money too, while everybody was still asleep, I
was out of that shed and the backyard as quickly as I could, and so into the forest,
and off I went. On reading his passport I saw that in age and distinguishing marks he
was almost the same as 1.1 was very glad about this and went on boldly into the
depths of the Astrakhan government. There I began to steady down a bit and I got a
job as a laborer. I joined up with an old man there who had his own house and was a
cattle dealer. He lived alone with his daughter, who was a widow. When I had lived
with him for a year I married this daughter of his. Then the old man died. We could
not carry on the business. I started drinking again, and my wife too, and in a year we
had got through everything the old man had left. And then my wife took ill and died.
So I sold everything that was left, and the house, and 1 soon ran through the money.

"Now I had nothing to live on, nothing to eat. So I went back to my old trade of
dealing in stolen goods, and all the more boldly now because I had a passport. So I
took to my old evil life again for about a year. There came a time when for a long
while I met with no success. I stole an old wretched horse from a bobil26 and I sold it
to the knackers for a bob. Taking the money, I went off to a pub and began to drink. I
had an idea of going to a village where there was a wedding, and while everybody
was asleep after the feasting I meant to pick up whatever I could. As the sun had not
yet set I went into the forest to wait for night. I lay down there and fell into a deep
sleep. Then I had a dream and saw myself standing in a wide and beautiful meadow.
Suddenly a terrible cloud began to rise in the sky, and then there came such a terrific
clap of thunder that the ground trembled underneath me, and it was as though
someone drove me up to my shoulders into the ground, which jammed against me on
all sides. Only my head and my hands were left outside. Then this terrible cloud
seemed to come down onto the ground and out of it came my grandfather, who had
been dead for twenty years. He was a very upright man and for thirty years was a
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and I shook with fear. Round about nearby I saw several heaps of things which I had
stolen at various times. I was still more frightened. My grandfather came up to me
and, pointing to the first heap, said threateningly, 'What is that? Let him have it!' And
suddenly the ground on all sides of me began to squeeze me so hard that I could not
bear the pain and the faint- ness. I groaned and cried out, 'Have mercy on me,' but
the torment went on. Then my grandfather pointed to another heap and said again,
'What is that? Crush him harder!' And I felt such violent pain and agony that no
torture on earth could compare with it. Finally, that grandfather of mine brought near
me the horse that I had stolen the evening before, and cried out, 'And what is this?
Let him have it as hard as you can.' And I got such pain from all sides that I can't
describe it, it was so cruel, terrible, and exhausting. It was as though all my sinews
were being drawn out of me and I was suffocated by the frightful pain. I felt I could
not bear it and that I should collapse unconscious if that torture went on even a little
bit longer. But the horse kicked out and caught me on the cheek and cut it open, and
the moment I got that blow I woke up in utter horror and shaking like a weakling. I
saw that it was already daylight, the sun was rising. I touched my cheek and blood
was flowing from it; and those parts of me which in my dream had been in the ground
were all hard and stiff and I had pins and needles in them. I was in such terror that I
could hardly get up and go home. My cheek hurt for a long time. Look, you can see
the scar now. It wasn't there before. And so, after this, fear and horror often used to
come over me and now I only have to remember what I suffered in that dream for the
agony and exhaustion to begin again and such torture that I don't know what to do
with myself. What is more, it began to come more often, and in the end I began to be
afraid of people and to feel ashamed as though everybody knew my past dishonesty.
Then I could neither eat nor drink nor sleep because of this suffering. I was worn to a
ravel. I did think of going to my regiment and making a clean breast of everything.

Perhaps God would forgive my sins if I took my punishment. But I was afraid, and I
lost my courage because they would make me run the gauntlet. And so, losing
patience, I wanted to hang myself. But the thought came to me that in any case I
shan't live for a very long time; I shall soon die, for I have lost all my strength. And so
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home. And here I am on my way there for six months now. And all the while grief and
fear make me miserable. What do you think, my friend? What am I to do? I really
can't bear much more."

When I heard all this I was astonished, and I praised the wisdom and the
goodness of God, as I saw the different ways in which they are brought to sinners. So
I said to him, "Dear brother, during the time of that fear and agony you ought to have
prayed to God. That is the great cure for all our troubles."

"Not on your life!" he said to me. "I thought that directly I began to pray, God
would destroy me."

"Nonsense, brother; it is the devil puts thoughts like that into your head. There is
no end to God's mercy and He is sorry for sinners and quickly forgives all who
repent. Perhaps you don't know the Jesus prayer: 'Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on
me, a sinner.' You go on saying that without stopping."

"Why, of course I know that prayer. I used to say it sometimes to keep my
courage up when I was going to do a robbery."

"Now, look here. God did not destroy you when you were on your way to do
something wrong and said the prayer. Will He do so when you start praying on the
path of repentance? Now, you see how your thoughts come from the devil. Believe
me, dear brother, if you will say that prayer, taking no notice of whatever thoughts
come into your mind, then you will quickly feel relief. All the fear and strain will go,
and in the end you will be completely at peace. You will become a devout man, and
all sinful passions will leave you. I assure you of this, for I have seen a great deal of it
in my time."

After that I told him about several cases in which the Jesus prayer had shown its
wonderful power to work upon sinners. In the end I persuaded him to come with me
to the Pochaev Mother of God, the refuge of sinners, before he went home, and to
make his confession and communion there.

My soldier listened to all this attentively and, as I could see, with joy, and he
agreed to everything. We went to Pochaev together on this condition, that neither of
us should speak to the other, but that we should say the Jesus prayer all the time. In
this silence we walked for a whole day. Next day he told me that he felt much easier,
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Pochaev, and I urged him again not to break off the prayer either day or night while
he was awake, and assured him that the most holy name of Jesus, which is
unbearable to our spiritual foes, would be strong to save him. On this point I read to
him from The Philokalia that although we ought to say the Jesus prayer at all times, it
is especially needful to do so with the utmost care when we are preparing for
communion.

So he did, and then he made his confession and communion. Although from time
to time the old thoughts still came over him, yet he easily drove them away with the
Jesus prayer. On Sunday, so as to be up for matins more easily, he went to bed
earlier and went on saying the Jesus prayer. I still sat in the corner and read my
Philokalia by a rushlight. An hour went past; he fell asleep and I set myself to prayer.
All of a sudden, about twenty minutes later, he gave a start and woke up, jumped
quickly out of bed, ran over to me in tears, and, speaking with the greatest
happiness, he said, "Oh, brother, what I have just seen! How peaceful and happy I
am; I believe that God has mercy upon sinners and does not torment them. Glory to
Thee, O Lord, glory to Thee."

I was surprised and glad and asked him to tell me exactly what had happened to
him.

"Why, this," he said. "Directly I fell asleep I saw myself in that meadow where they
tortured me. At first I Was terrified, but I saw that, instead of a cloud, the bright sun
was rising and a wonderful light was shining over the whole meadow. And I saw red
flowers and grass in it. Then suddenly my grandfather came up to me, looking nicer
than you ever saw, and he greeted me gently and kindly. And he said, 'Go to
Zhitomir, to the Church of St. George. They will take you under church protection.
Spend the rest of your life there and pray without ceasing. God will be gracious to
you.' When he said this he made the sign of the cross over me and straight away
vanished. I can't tell you how happy I felt; it was as though a load had been taken off
my shoulders and I had flown away to heaven. At that point I woke up, feeling easy in
my mind and my heart so full of joy that I didn't know what to do. What ought I to do
now? I shall start straight away for Zhitomir, as my grandfather told me. I shall find it
easy going with the prayer."

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"But wait a minute, dear brother. How can you start off in the middle of the night?
Stay for matins, say your prayers, and then start off with God."

So we didn't go to sleep after this conversation. We went to church; he stayed all
through matins, praying earnestly with tears, and he said that he felt very peaceful
and glad and that the Jesus prayer was going on happily.

Then after the liturgy he made his communion, and when we had had some food I
went with him as far as the Zhitomir road, where we said good-bye with tears of
gladness.

After this I began to think about my own affairs. Where should I go now? In the
end I decided that I would go back again to Kiev. The wise teaching of my priest
there drew me that way, and, besides, if I stayed with him he might find some Christ-
loving philanthropist who would put me on my way to Jerusalem or at least to Mount
Athos. So I stopped another week at Pochaev, spending the time in recalling all I had
learned from those I had met on this journey and in making notes of a number of
helpful things. Then I got ready for the journey, put on my kotomka, and went to
church to commend my journey to the Mother of God. When the liturgy was over I
said my prayers and was ready to start. I was standing at the back of the church
when a man came in, not very richly dressed, but clearly one of the gentry, and he
asked me where the candles were sold. I showed him. At the end of the liturgy I
stayed praying at the shrine of the footprint. When I had finished my prayers I set off
on my way. I had gone a little way along the street when I saw an open window in
one of the houses at which a man sat reading a book. My way took me past that very
window and I saw that the man sitting there was the same one who had asked me
about the candles in church. As I went by I took off my hat, and when he saw me he
beckoned me to come to him, and said, "I suppose you must be a pilgrim?"

"Yes," I answered.

He asked me in and wanted to know who I was and where I was going. I told him
all about myself and hid nothing. He gave me some tea and began to talk to me.

"Listen, my little pigeon, I should advise you to go to the Solovetsky27 monastery.
There is a very secluded and peaceful skeet28 there called Anzersky. It is like a
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that they take turns to read the psalter in church four hours out of the twenty-four. I
am going there myself and I have taken a vow to go on foot. We might go together. I
should be safer with you; they say it is a very lonely road. On the other hand, I have
got money and I could supply you with food the whole way. And I should propose we
went on these terms, that we walked half a dozen yards apart; then we should not be
in each other's way, and as we went we could spend the time in reading all the while
or in meditation. Think it over, brother, and do agree; it will be worth your while."

When I heard this invitation I took this unexpected event as a sign for my journey
from the Mother of God whom I had asked to teach me the way to blessedness. And
without further thought I agreed at once. And so we set out the next day. We walked
for three days, as we had agreed, one behind the other. He read a book the whole
time, a book which never left his hand day or night; and at times he was meditating
about something. At last we came to a halt at a certain place for dinner. He ate his
food with the book lying open in front of him and he was continually looking at it. I
saw that the book was a copy of the Gospels, and I said to him, "May I venture to
ask, sir, why you never allow the Gospels out of your hand day or night? Why you
always hold it and carry it with you?"

"Because," he answered, "from it and it alone I am almost continually learning."

"And what are you learning?" I went on.

"The Christian life, which is summed up in prayer. I consider that prayer is the
most important and necessary means of salvation and the first duty of every
Christian. Prayer is the first step in the devout life and also its crown, and that is why
the gospel bids unceasing prayer. To other acts of piety their own times are
assigned, but in the matter of prayer there are no off times. Without prayer it is
impossible to do any good and without the gospel you cannot learn properly about
prayer. Therefore, all those who have reached salvation by way of the interior life, the
holy preachers of the Word of God, as well as hermits and recluses, and indeed all
God-fearing Christians, were taught by their unfailing and constant occupation with
the depths of God's Word and by reading the gospel. Many of them had the gospel
constantly in their hands, and in their teaching about salvation gave the advice, 'Sit
down in the silence of your cell and read the gospel and read it again.' There you
have the reason why I concern myself with the gospel alone."

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I was very much pleased with this reasoning of his and with his eagerness for
prayer. I went on to ask him from which gospel in particular he got the teaching about
prayer. "From all four evangelists," he answered; "in a word, from the whole of the
New Testament, reading it in order. I have been reading it for a long time and taking
in the meaning, and it has shown me that there is a graduation and a regular chain of
teaching about prayer in the holy gospels, beginning from the first evangelist and
going right through in a regular order, in a system. For instance, at the very beginning
there is laid down the approach, or the introduction to teaching about prayer; then the
form or the outward expression of it in words. Farther on we have the necessary
conditions upon & which prayer may be offered, the means of learning it, and
examples; and finally the secret teaching about interior and spiritual ceaseless prayer
in the name of Jesus Christ, which is set forth as higher and more salutary than
formal prayer. And then comes its necessity, its blessed fruit, and so on. In a word,
there is to be found in the gospel full and detailed knowledge about the practice of
prayer, in systematic order or sequence from beginning to end."

When I heard this I decided to ask him to show me all this in detail. So I said, "As
I like hearing and talking about prayer more than anything else, I should be very glad
indeed to see this secret chain of teaching about prayer in all its details. For the love
of God, then, show me all this in the gospel itself."

He readily agreed to this and said, "Open your gospel; look at it and make notes
about what I say." And he gave me a pencil. "Be so good as to look at these notes of
mine. Now," said he, "look out first of all in the Gospel of St. Matthew the sixth
chapter, and read from the fifth to the ninth verses. You see that here we have the
preparation or the introduction, teaching that not for vainglory and noisily, but in a
solitary place and in quietude we should begin our prayer, and pray only for
forgiveness of sins and for communion with God, and not devising many and
unnecessary petitions about various worldly things as the heathen do. Then, read
farther on in the same chapter, from the ninth to the fourteenth verses. Here the form
of prayer is given to us—that is to say, in what sort of words it ought to be expressed.
There you have brought together in great wisdom everything that is necessary and
desirable for our life. After that, go on and read the fourteenth and fifteenth verses of
the same chapter, and you will see the conditions it is necessary to observe so that

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prayer may be effective. For unless we forgive those who have injured us, God will
not forgive our sins. Pass on now to the seventh chapter, and you will find in the
seventh to the twelfth verses how to succeed in prayer, to be bold in hope—ask,
seek, knock. These strong expressions depict frequency in prayer and the urgency of
practicing it, so that prayer shall not only accompany all actions but even come
before them in time. This constitutes the principal property of prayer. You will see an
example of this in the fourteenth chapter of St. Mark and the thirty-second to the
fortieth verses, where Jesus Christ Himself repeats the same words of prayer
frequently. St. Luke, chapter eleven, verses five to fourteen, gives a similar example
of repeated prayer in the parable of the friend at midnight and the repeated request
of the importunate widow (Luke 18:1-8), illustrating the command of Jesus Christ that
we should pray always, at all times and in every place, and not grow discouraged—
that is to say, not get lazy. After this detailed teaching we have shown to us in the
Gospel of St. John the essential teaching about the secret interior prayer of the heart.
In the first place we are shown it in the profound story of the conversation of Jesus
Christ with the woman of Samaria, in which is revealed the interior worship of God 'in
spirit and in truth' which God desires and which is unceasing true prayer, like living
water flowing into eternal life Q°hn 4:5-25). Farther on, in the fifteenth chapter, verses
four to eight, there is pictured for us still more decidedly the power and the might and
the necessity of inward prayer—that is to say, of the presence of the spirit in Christ in
unceasing remembrance of God. Finally, read verses twenty-three to twenty-five in
the sixteenth chapter of the same evangelist. See what a mystery is revealed here.
You notice that prayer in the name of Jesus Christ, or what is known as the Jesus
prayer—that is to say, 'Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me'—when frequently
repeated, has the greatest power and very easily opens the heart and blesses it. This
is to be noticed very clearly in the case of the apostles, who had been for a whole
year disciples of Jesus Christ, and had already been taught the Lord's Prayer by
Him—that is to say, 'Our Father' (and it is through them that we know it). Yet at the
end of His earthly life Jesus Christ revealed to them the mystery that was still lacking
in their prayers. So that their prayer might make a definite step forward He said to
them, 'Hitherto have ye asked nothing in My name. Verily I say unto you, whatsoever
ye shall ask the Father in My name He will give it you.' And so it happened in their

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case. For, ever after this time, when the Apostles learned to offer prayers in the name
of Jesus Christ, how many wonderful works they performed and what abundant light
was shed upon them. Now, do you see the chain, the fullness of teaching about
prayer deposited with such wisdom in the holy gospel? And if you go on after this to
the reading of the Apostolic Epistles, in them also you can find the same successive
teaching about prayer.

"To continue the notes I have already given you I will show you several places
which illustrate the properties of prayer. Thus, in the Acts of the Apostles the practice
of it is described—that is to say, the diligent and constant exercise of prayer by the
first Christians, who were enlightened by their faith in Jesus Christ (Acts 4:31). The
fruits of prayer are told to us, or the results of being constantly in prayer—that is to
say, the outpouring of the Holy Spirit and His gifts upon those who pray. You will see
something similar to this in the sixteenth chapter, verses twenty-five and twenty-six.

Then follow it up in order in the apostolic Epistles and you will see (1) how necessary
prayer is in all circumstances (James 5:13-16); (2) how the Holy Spirit helps us to
pray Qude 20-21 and Rom. 8:26); (3) how we ought all to pray in the spirit (Eph.
6:18); (4) how necessary calm and inward peace are to prayer (Phil. 4:6, 7); (5) how
necessary it is to pray without ceasing (1 Thess. 5:17); (6) and finally we notice that
one ought to pray not only for oneself but also for all men (1 Tim. 2:1-5). Thus, by
spending a long time with great care in drawing out the meaning we can find many
more revelations still of secret knowledge hidden in the Word of God, which escape
one if one reads it but rarely or hurriedly.

"Do you notice, after what I have now shown you, with what wisdom and how
systematically the New Testament reveals the teaching of our Lord Jesus Christ on
this matter, which we have been tracing? In what a wonderful sequence it is put in all
four evangelists? It is like this. In St. Matthew we see the approach, the introduction
to prayer, the actual form of prayer, conditions of it, and so on. Go farther. In St. Mark
we find examples. In St. Luke, parables. In St. John, the secret exercise of inward
prayer, although this is also found in all four evangelists, either briefly or at length. In
the Acts the practice of prayer and the results of prayer are pictured for us; in the
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connected with the act of prayer. And there you have the reason that I am content
with the Gospels alone as my teacher in all the ways of salvation."

All the while he was showing me this and teaching me I marked in the Gospels (in
my Bible) all the places which he pointed out to me. It seemed to me most
remarkable and instructive, and I thanked him very much.

Then we went on for another five days in silence. My fellow-pilgrim's feet began to
hurt him very much, no doubt because he was not used to continuous walking. So he
hired a cart with a pair of horses and took me with him. And so we have come into
your neighborhood and have stayed here for three days, so that when we have had
some rest we can set off straight away to Anzersky, where he is so anxious to go.

The Starets. This friend of yours is splendid. Judging from his piety he must be
very well instructed. I should like to see him.

The Pilgrim. We are stopping in the same place. Let me bring him to you
tomorrow. It is late now. Good-bye. As I promised when I saw you yesterday, I have
asked my revered fellow-pilgrim, who solaced my pilgrim way with spiritual
conversation and whom you wanted to see, to come here with me.

The Starets. It will be very nice both for me and, I hope, also for these revered
visitors of mine, to see you both and to have the advantage of hearing your
experiences. I have with me here a venerable skhimnik, and here a devout priest.
And so, where two or three are gathered together in the name of Jesus Christ, there
He promises to be Himself. And now, here are five of us in His name, and so no
doubt He will vouchsafe to bless us all the more bountifully. The story which your
fellow-pilgrim told me yesterday, dear brother, about your burning attachment to the
holy gospel, is most notable and instructive. It would be interesting to know in what
way this great and blessed secret was revealed to you.

The Professor. The all-loving God, who desires that all men should be saved and
come to the knowledge of the truth, revealed it to me of His great loving-kindness in a
marvelous way, without any human intervention. For five years I was a professor and
I led a gloomy dissipated sort of life, captivated by the vain philosophy of the world,
and not according to Christ. Perhaps I should have perished altogether had I not
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and my sister, who was a serious-minded young woman. One day, when I was taking
a walk along the public boulevard, I met and made the acquaintance of an excellent
young man who told me he was a Frenchman, a student who had not long ago
arrived from Paris and was looking for a post as tutor. His high degree of culture
delighted me very much, and he being a stranger in this country I asked him to my
home and we became friends. In the course of two months he frequently came to see
me. Sometimes we went for walks together and amused ourselves and went together
into company which I leave you to suppose was very immoral. At length he came to
me one day with an invitation to a place of that sort; and in order to persuade me
more quickly he began to praise the particular liveliness and pleasantness of the
company to which he was inviting me. After he had been speaking about it for a short
while, suddenly he began to ask me to come with him out of my study where we were
sitting and to sit in the drawing room. This seemed to me very odd. So I said that I
had never before noticed any reluctance on his part to be in my study, and what, I
asked, was the cause of it now? And I added that the drawing room was next door to
the room where my mother and sister were, and for us to carry on this sort of
conversation there would be unseemly. He pressed his point on various pretexts, and
finally came out quite openly with this: "Among those books on your shelves there
you have a copy of the Gospels. I have such a reverence for that book that in its
presence I find a difficulty in talking about our disreputable affairs. Please take it
away from here; then we can talk freely." In my frivolous way I smiled at his words.
Taking the Gospels from the shelf I said, "You ought to have told me that long ago,"
and handed it to him, saying, "Well, take it yourself and put it down somewhere in the
room." No sooner had I touched him with the Gospels than at that instant he trembled
and disappeared. This dumbfounded me to such an extent that I fell senseless to the
floor with fright. Hearing the noise, my household came running in to me, and for a
full half hour they were unable to bring me to my senses. In the end, when I came to
myself again, I was frightened and shaky and I felt thoroughly upset, and my hands
and my feet were absolutely numb so that I could not move them. When the doctor
was called in he diagnosed paralyis as the result of some great shock or fright. I was
laid up for a whole year after this, and with the most careful medical attention from
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looked as though I should have to resign my position. My mother, who was growing
old, died during this period, and my sister was preparing to take the veil, and all this
increased my illness all the more. I had but one consolation during this time of
sickness, and that was reading the gospel, which from the beginning of my illness
never left my hands. It was a sort of pledge of the marvelous thing that had
happened to me. One day an unknown recluse came to see me. He was making a
collection for his monastery. He spoke to me very persuasively and told me that I
should not rely only upon medicines, which without the help of God were unable to
bring me relief, and that I should pray to God and pray diligently about this very thing,
for prayer is the most powerful means of healing all sicknesses both bodily and
spiritual.

"How can I pray in such a position as this, when I have not the strength to make
any sort of reverence, nor can I lift my hands to cross myself?" I answered in my
bewilderment. To this he said, "Well, at any rate, pray somehow." But farther he did
not go, nor actually explain to me how to pray. When my visitor left me I seemed
almost involuntarily to start thinking about prayer and about its power and its effects,
calling to mind the instruction I had had in religious knowledge long ago when I was
still a student. This occupied me very happily and renewed in my mind my knowledge
of religious matters, and it warmed my heart. At the same time I began to feel a
certain relief in my attack of illness. Since the book of the Gospels was continually
with me, such was my faith in it as the result of the miracle; and as I remembered
also that the whole discourse upon prayer which I had heard in lectures was based
upon the gospel text, I considered that the best thing would be to make a study of
prayer and Christian devotion solely upon the teaching of the gospel. Working out its
meaning, I drew upon it as from an abundant spring, and found a complete system of
the life of salvation and of true interior prayer. I reverently marked all the passages on
this subject, and from that time I have been trying zealously to learn this divine
teaching, and with all my might, though not without difficulty, to put it into practice.
While I was occupied in this way, my health gradually improved, and in the end, as
you see, I recovered completely. As I was still living alone I decided in thankfulness
to God for His fatherly kindness, which had given me recovery of health and
enlightenment of mind, to follow the example of my sister and the prompting of my

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own heart, and to dedicate myself to the solitary life, so that unhindered I might
receive and make my own those sweet words of eternal life given me in the Word of
God. So here I am at the present time, stealing off to the solitary skeet in the
Solovetsky monastery in the White Sea, which is called Anzersky, about which I have
heard on good authority that it is a most suitable place for the contemplative life.

Further, I will tell you this. The holy gospel gives me much consolation in this journey
of mine, and sheds abundant light upon my untutored mind, and warms my chilly
heart. Yet the fact is that in spite of all I frankly acknowledge my weakness, and I
freely admit that the conditions of fulfilling the work of devotion and attaining
salvation, the requirement of thoroughgoing self-denial, of extraordinary spiritual
achievements, and of most profound humility which the gospel enjoins, frighten me
by their very magnitude and in view of the weak and damaged state of my heart. So
that I stand now between despair and hope. I don't know what will happen to me in
the future.

The Skhimnik. With such an evident token of a special and miraculous mercy of
God, and in view of your education, it would be unpardonable not only to give way to
depression, but even to admit into your soul a shadow of doubt about God's
protection and help. Do you know what the God-enlightened Chrysostom says about
this? "No one should be depressed," he teaches, "and give the false impression that
the precepts of the gospel are impossible or impracticable. God who has predestined
the salvation of man has, of course, not laid commandments upon him with the
intention of making him an offender because of their impracticability. No, but so that
by their holiness and the necessity of them for a virtuous life they may be a blessing
to us, as in this life so in eternity." Of course the regular unswerving fulfillment of
God's commandments is extraordinarily difficult for our fallen nature and, therefore,
salvation is not easily attained, but that same Word of God which lays down the
commandments offers also the means not only for their ready fulfillment, but also
comfort in the fulfilling of them. If this is hidden at first sight behind a veil of mystery,
then that, of course, is in order to make us betake ourselves the more to humility, and
to bring us more easily into union with God by indicating direct recourse to Him in

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prayer and petition for His fatherly help. It is there that the secret of salvation lies, and
not in reliance upon one's own efforts.

The Pilgrim. How I should like, weak and feeble as I am, to get to know that
secret, so that I might to some extent, at least, put my slothful life right, for the glory
of God and my own salvation.

The Skhimnik. The secret is known to you, dear brother, from your book The
Philokalia. It lies in that unceasing prayer of which you have made so resolute a
study and in which you have so zealously occupied yourself and found comfort.

The Pilgrim. I fall at your feet, reverend Father. For the love of God let me hear
something for my good from your lips about this saving mystery and about holy
prayer, which I long to hear about more than anything else, and about which I love
reading to get strength and comfort for my very sinful soul.

The Skhimnik. I cannot satisfy your wish with my own thoughts on this exalted
subject, because I have had but very little experience of it myself. But I have some
very clearly written notes by a spiritual writer precisely on this subject. If the rest of
those who are talking with us would like it, I will get it at once and with your
permission I can read it to you all. All. Do be so kind, reverend Father. Do not keep
such saving knowledge from us.

The Skhimnik.The Secret of Salvation, Revealed by Unceasing Prayer. How is one
saved? This godly question naturally arises in the mind of every Christian who
realizes the injured and enfeebled nature of man, and what is left of its original urge
toward truth and righteousness. Everyone who has even some degree of faith in
immortality and recompense in the life to come is involuntarily faced by the thought,
"How am I to be saved?" when he turns his eyes toward heaven. When he tries to
find a.solution to this problem, he inquires of the wise and learned. Then under their
guidance he reads edifying books by spiritual writers on this subject, and sets himself
unswervingly to follow out the truths and the rules he has heard and read. In all these
instructions he finds constantly put before him as necessary conditions of salvation a
devout life and heroic struggles with himself which are to issue in decisive denial of
self. This is to lead him on to the performance of good works, to the constant
fulfillment of God's laws, and thus witness to the unshakableness and firmness of his

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faith. Further, they preach to him that all these conditions of salvation must
necessarily be fulfilled with the deepest humility and in combination with one another.
For as all good works depend one upon another, so they should support one another,
complete and encourage one another, just as the rays of the sun only reveal their
strength and kindle a flame when they are focused through a glass on to one point.
Otherwise, "He that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much."

In addition to this, to implant in him the strongest conviction of the necessity of this
complex and unified virtue, he hears the highest praise bestowed upon the beauty of
virtue, he listens to censure of the baseness and misery of vice. All this is imprinted
upon his mind by truthful promises either of majestic rewards and happiness or of
tormenting punishment and misery in the life to come. Such is the special character
of preaching in modern times. Guided in this way, one who ardently wishes for
salvation sets off in all joy to carry out what he has learned and to apply to
experience all he has heard and read. But alas! even at the first step he finds it
impossible to achieve his purpose. He foresees and even finds out by trial that his
damaged and enfeebled nature will have the upper hand of the convictions of his
mind, that his free will is bound, that his propensities are perverted, that his spiritual
strength is but weakness. He naturally goes on to the thought: Is there not to be
found some kind of means which will enable him to fulfill that which the law of God
requires of him, which Christian devotion demands, and which all those who have
found salvation and holiness have carried out? As the result of this and in order to
reconcile in himself the demands of reason and conscience with the inadequacy of
his strength to fulfill them, he applies once more to the preachers of salvation with the
question: How am I to be saved? How is this inability to carry out the conditions of
salvation to be justified; and are those who have preached all this that he has learned
themselves strong enough to carry it out unswervingly?

Ask God. Pray to God. Pray for His help.

"So would it not have been more fruitful," the inquirer concludes, "if I had, to begin
with and always in every circumstance, made a study of prayer as the power to fulfill
all that Christian devotion demands and by which salvation is attained?" And so he
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those who have written on that subject. Truly he finds in them many luminous
thoughts, much deep knowledge, and words of great power. One reasons beautifully
about the necessity of prayer; another writes of its power, its beneficial effect—of
prayer as a duty, or of the fact that it calls for zeal, attention, warmth of heart, purity
of mind, reconciliation with one's enemies, humility, contrition, and the rest of the
necessary conditions of prayer. But what is prayer in itself? How does one actually
pray? A precise answer which can be understood by everybody to these questions,
primary and most urgent as they are, is very rarely to be found, and so the ardent
inquirer about prayer is again left before a veil of mystery. As a result of his general
reading there is rooted in his memory an aspect of prayer which, although devout, is
only external, and he arrives at the conclusion that prayer is going to church, crossing
oneself, bowing, kneeling, and reading psalms, kanons, and acathists.29 Generally
speaking, this is the view of prayer taken by those who do not know the writings of
the holy Fathers about inward prayer and contemplative action. At length, the seeker
comes across the book called Philokalia, in which twenty-five holy Fathers set forth in
an understandable way the scientific knowledge of the truth and of the essence of
prayer of the heart. This begins to draw aside the veil from before the secret of
salvation and of prayer. He sees that truly to pray means to direct the thought and the
memory, without relaxing, to the recollection of God, to walk in His divine presence,
to awaken oneself to His love by thinking about Him, and to link the name of God with
one's breathing and the beating of one's heart. He is guided in all this by the
invocation with the lips of the most holy name of Jesus Christ, or by saying the Jesus
prayer at all times and in all places and during every occupation, unceasingly. These
luminous truths, by enlightening the mind of the seeker and by opening up before him
the way to the study and achievement of prayer, help him to go on at once to put
these wise teachings into practice. Nevertheless, when he makes his attempts he is
still not free from difficulty until an experienced teacher shows him (from the same
book) the whole truth—that is to say, that it is prayer which is incessant which is the
only effective means for perfecting interior prayer and for the saving of the soul. It is
frequency of prayer that is the basis, that holds together the whole system of saving
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all good in this one thing." So in order to set forth the truth of this revelation in all its
fullness, the teacher develops it in the following way:

For the salvation of the soul, first of all true faith is necessary. Holy Scripture says,
"Without faith it is impossible to please God" (Heb. 6:6). He who has not faith will be
judged. But from the same holy Scriptures one can see that man cannot himself bring
to birth in him faith even as a grain of mustard seed; that faith does not come from
us, since it is the gift of God; that faith is a spiritual gift. It is given by the Holy Spirit.
That being so, what is to be done? How is one to reconcile man's need of faith with
the impossibility of producing it from the human side? The way to do this is revealed
in the same holy Scriptures: "Ask, and it shall be given you." The Apostles could not
of themselves arouse the perfection of faith within them, but they prayed to Jesus
Christ, "Lord, increase our faith." There you have an example of obtaining faith. It
shows that faith is attained by prayer. For the salvation of the soul, besides true faith,
good works are also required, for "Faith, if it hath not works, is dead." For man is
judged by his works and not by faith alone. "If thou wilt enter into life, keep the
commandments: Do not kill; do not commit adultery; do not steal; do not bear false
witness; honor thy father and mother; love thy neighbor as thyself." And all these
commandments are required to be kept together. "For whosoever shall keep the
whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all" Games 2:10). So the
Apostle James teaches. And the Apostle Paul, describing human weakness, says:
"By the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified" (Rom. 3:20). "For we know
that the law is spiritual; but I am carnal, sold under sin... . For to will is present with
me, but how to perform that which is good I find not.... But the evil which I would not,
that I do. . . . With the mind I myself serve the law of God; but with the flesh the law of
sin" (Rom. 7). How are the required works of the law of God to be fulfilled when man
is without strength and has no power to keep the commandments? He has no
possibility of doing this until he asks for it, until he prays about it. "Ye have not
because ye ask not" (James 4:2) the Apostle says is the cause. And Jesus Christ
Himself says: "Without Me ye can do nothing." And on the subject of doing it with
Him, He gives this teaching: "Abide in Me and I in you. He that abideth in Me and I in
him, the same bringeth forth much fruit." But to be in Him means continually to feel
His presence, continually to pray in His name. "If ye shall ask Me anything in My

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name, that will I do." Thus the possibility of doing good works is reached by prayer
itself. An example of this is seen in the Apostle Paul himself: Three times he prayed
for victory over temptation, bowing the knee before God the Father, that He would
give him strength in the inner man, and was at last bidden above all things to pray,
and to pray continually about everything.

From what has been said above, it follows that the whole salvation of man
depends upon prayer and, therefore, it is primary and necessary, for by it faith is
quickened and through it all good works are performed. In a word, with prayer
everything goes forward successfully; without it, no act of Christian piety can be
done. Thus, the condition that it should be offered unceasingly and always belongs
exclusively to prayer. For the other Christian virtues, each of them has its own time.
But in the case of prayer, uninterrupted, continuous action is commanded. Pray
without ceasing. It is right and fitting to pray always, to pray everywhere. True prayer
has its conditions. It should be offered with a pure mind and heart, with burning zeal,
with close attention, with fear and reverence, and with the deepest humility. But what
conscientious person would not admit that he is far from fulfilling those conditions,
that he offers his prayer more from necessity, more by constraint upon himself than
by inclination, enjoyment, and love of it? About this, too, holy Scripture says that it is
not in the power of man to keep his mind steadfast, to cleanse it from unseemly
thoughts, for the "thoughts of man are evil from his youth," and that God alone gives
us another heart and a new spirit, for "both to will and to do are of God." The Apostle
Paul himself says: "My spirit [that is, my voice] prayeth, but my understanding is
unfruitful" (1 Cor. 14:14). "We know not what we should pray for as we ought" (Rom.
8:26), the same writer asserts. From this it follows that we in ourselves are unable to
offer true prayer. We cannot in our prayers display its essential properties.

Such being the powerlessness of every human being, what remains possible for
the salvation of the soul from the side of human will and strength? Man cannot
acquire faith without prayer; the same applies to good works. And finally, even to
pray purely is not within his power. What, then, is left for him to do? What scope
remains for the exercise of his freedom and his strength, so that he may not perish
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Every action has its quality, and this quality God has reserved to His own will and
gift. In order that the dependence of man upon God, the will of God, may be shown
the more clearly, and that he may be plunged more deeply into humility, God has
assigned to the will and strength of man only the quantity of prayer. He has
commanded unceasing prayer, always to pray, at all times and in every place. By this
the secret method of achieving true prayer, and at the same time faith, and the
fulfillment of God's commandments, and salvation, are revealed. Thus, it is quantity
which is assigned to man, as his share; frequency of prayer is his own, and within the
«province of his will. This is exactly what the Fathers of the church teach. St.
Macarius the Great says truly to pray is the gift of grace. Isikhi says that frequency
of prayer becomes a habit and turns into second nature, and without frequent calling
upon the name of Jesus Christ it is impossible to cleanse the heart. The venerable
Callistus and Ignatius counsel frequent, continuous prayer in the name of Jesus
Christ before all ascetic exercises and good works, because frequency brings even
the imperfect prayer to perfection. Blessed Diadokh asserts that if a man calls upon
the name of God as often as possible, then he will not fall into sin. What experience
and wisdom there are here, and how near to the heart these practical instructions of
the Fathers are. In their experience and simplicity they throw much light upon the
means of bringing the soul to perfection. What a sharp contrast with the moral
instructions of the theoretical reason! Reason argues thus: Do such and such good
actions, arm yourself with courage, use the strength of your will, persuade yourself by
considering the happy results of virtue— for example, cleanse the mind and the heart
from worldly dreams, fill their place with instructive meditations; do good and you will
be respected and be at peace; live in the way that your reason and conscience
require. But alas! with all its strength, all that does not attain its purpose without
frequent prayer, without summoning the help of God.

Now let us go on to some further teaching of the Fathers, and we shall see what
they say, for example, about purifying the soul. St. John of the ladder writes: "When
the spirit is darkened by unclean thoughts, put the enemy to flight by the name of
Jesus repeated frequently. A more powerful and effective weapon than this you will
not find, in heaven or on earth." St. Gregory the Sinaite teaches thus: "Know this, that
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call upon the name of Jesus Christ often and at frequent intervals, and the thoughts
will quieten down." How simple and easy a method! Yet it is tested by experience.
What a contrast with the counsel of the theoretical reason, which presumptuously
strives to attain purity by its own efforts.

Noting these instructions based upon the experience of the holy Fathers we pass
on to the real conclusion: that the principal, the only, and a very easy method of
reaching the goal of salvation and spiritual perfection is the frequency and the
uninterruptedness of prayer, however feeble it may be. Christian soul, if you do not
find within yourself the power to worship God in spirit and in truth, if your heart still
feels no warmth and sweet satisfaction in mental and interior prayer, then bring to the
sacrifice of prayer what you can, what lies within the scope of your will, what is within
your power. Let the humble instrument of your lips first of all grow familiar with
frequent persistent prayerful invocation. Let them call upon the mighty name of Jesus
Christ often and without interruption. This is not a great labor and is within the power
of everyone. This, too, is what the precept of the holy Apostle enjoins: "By Him,
therefore, let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our
lips, giving thanks to His name" (Heb. 8:15).

Frequency of prayer certainly forms a habit and becomes second nature. It brings
the mind and the heart into a proper state from time to time. Suppose a man
continually fulfills this one commandment of God about ceaseless prayer, then in that
one thing he would have fulfilled all; for if he uninterruptedly, at all times, and in all
circumstances, offers the prayer, calling in secret upon the most holy name of Jesus
(although at first he may do so without spiritual ardor and zeal and even forcing
himself), then he will have no time for vain conversation, for judging his neighbors, for
useless waste of time in sinful pleasures of the senses. Every evil thought of his
would meet opposition to its growth. Every sinful act he contemplated would not
come to fruition so readily as with an empty mind. Much talking and vain talking
would be checked or entirely done away with, and every fault at once cleansed from
the soul by the gracious power of so frequently calling upon the divine name. The
frequent exercise of prayer would often recall the soul from sinful action and summon
it to what is the essential exercise of its skill, to union with God. Now do you see how
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method of attaining pure and true prayer. It is the very best and most effective
preparation for prayer, and the surest way of reaching the goal of prayer, and
salvation.

To convince yourself finally about the necessity and fruitfulness of frequent
prayer, note (1) that every impulse and every thought of prayer is the work of the
Holy Spirit and the voice of your guardian angel; (2) that the name of Jesus Christ
invoked in prayer contains in itself self-existent and self-acting salutary power, and,
therefore, (3) do not be disturbed by the imperfection or dryness of your prayer, and
await with patience the fruit of frequently calling upon the divine name. Do not listen
to the inexperienced, thoughtless insinuation of the vain world that lukewarm
invocation, even if it be importunate, is useless repetition. No; the power of the divine
name and the frequent calling upon it will reveal its fruit in its season. A certain
spiritual writer has spoken very beautifully about this. "I know," he says, "that to many
so-called spiritual and wise philosophers, who search everywhere for sham
greatness and practices that are noble in the eyes of reason and pride, the simple,
vocal, but frequent exercise of prayer appears of little significance, as a lowly
occupation, even a mere trifle. But, unhappy ones, they deceive themselves, and
they forget the teaching of Jesus Christ: 'Except ye be converted and become as little
children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven' (Matt. 18:3). They work out
for themselves a sort of science of prayer, on the unstable foundations of the natural
reason. Do we require much learning or thought or knowledge to say with a pure
heart, 'Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me'? Does not our divine teacher Himself
praise such frequent prayer? Have not wonderful answers been received and
wonderful works done by this same brief but frequent prayer? Ah, Christian soul,
pluck up your courage and do not silence the unbroken invocations of your prayer,
although it may be that this cry of yours comes from a heart which is still at war with
itself and half filled by the world. Never mind! Only go on with it and don't let it be
silenced and don't be disturbed. It will itself purify itself by repetition. Never let your
memory lose hold of this: 'Greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world' (1
John 4:4). 'God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things,' says the Apostle."
»> And so, after all these convincing arguments that frequent prayer, so powerful in
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make up your mind to try, even if only for a single day at first. Maintain a watch over
yourself and make the frequency of your prayer such that far more time is occupied in
the twenty-four hours with the prayerful calling upon the name of Jesus Christ than
with other matters. And this triumph of prayer over worldly affairs will in time certainly
show you that this day has not been lost, but has been secured for salvation; that in
the scales of the divine judgment frequent prayer outweighs your weaknesses and
evil- doing and blots out the sins of that day in the memorial book of conscience; that
it sets your feet upon the ladder of righteousness and gives you hope of sanctification
in the life to come.30

The Pilgrim. With all my heart I thank you, holy Father. With that reading of yours
you have given pleasure to my sinful soul. For the love of God, be so kind as to allow
me to copy out for myself what you have read. I can do it in an hour or two.
Everything you read was so beautiful and comforting and is so understandable and
clear to my stupid mind, like The Philokalia, in which the holy Fathers treat the same
subject. Here, for instance, John Karpathisky in the fourth part of The Philokalia also
says that if you have not the strength for self-control and ascetic achievements, then
know that God is willing to save you by prayer. But how beautifully and
understandably all that is drawn out in your notebook. I thank God first of all, and
then you, that I have been allowed to hear it.

The Professor. I also listened with great attention and pleasure to your reading,
reverend Father. All-arguments, when they rest upon strict logic, are a delight to me.
But at the same time it seems to me that they make the possibility of continual prayer
in a high degree dependent on circumstances which are favorable to it and upon

entirely quiet solitude. For I agree that frequent and ceaseless prayer is a powerful
and unique means of obtaining the help of divine grace in all acts of devotion for the
sanctifying of the soul, and that it is within the power of man. But this method can be
used only when man avails himself of the possibility of solitude and quiet. In getting
away from business and worries and distractions he can pray frequently or even
continually. He then has to contend only with sloth or with the tedium of his own
thoughts. But if he is bound by duties and by constant business, if he necessarily
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he cannot carry out this desire because of the inevitable distractions. Consequently
the one method of frequent prayer, since it is dependent upon favorable
circumstances, cannot be used by everybody, nor belong to all.

The Skhimnik. It is no use drawing a conclusion of that kind. Not to mention the
fact that the heart which has been taught interior prayer can always pray and call
upon the name of God unhindered during any occupation, whether of the body or of
the mind, and in any noise (those who know this know it from experience, and those
who do not know it must be taught by gradual training), one can confidently say that
no outward distraction can interrupt prayer in one who wishes to pray, for the secret
thought of man does not depend upon any link with external environment and is
entirely free in itself. It can at all times be perceived and directed toward prayer; even
the very tongue can secretly without outward sound express prayer in the presence
of many people and during external occupations. Besides, our business is surely not
so important and our conversation so interesting that it is impossible during them to
find a way at times of frequently calling upon the name of Jesus Christ, even if the
mind has not yet been trained to continuous prayer. Although, of course, solitude and
escape from distracting things does constitute the chief condition for attentive and
continuous prayer, still we ought to feel ourselves to blame for the rarity of our prayer,
because the amount and frequency is under the control of everybody, both the
healthy and the sick. It does lie within the scope of his will. Instances which prove this
are to be found in those who, although burdened by obligations, distracting duties,
cares, worries, and work, have not only always called upon the divine name of Jesus
Christ, but even in this way learned and attained the ceaseless inward prayer of the
heart. Thus the patriarch Photius, who was called to the patriarchal dignity from
among the ranks of the senators, while governing the vast diocese of Constantinople,
persevered continually in the invocation of the name of God, and thus attained even
the self-acting prayer of the heart. Thus Callistus on the holy Mount Athos learned
ceaseless prayer while carrying on his busy life as a cook. So the simple-hearted
Lazarus, burdened with continual work for the brotherhood, uninterruptedly, in the
midst of all his noisy occupations, repeated the Jesus prayer and was at peace. And
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If it were an impossible thing to pray midst distracting business or in the society of
other people, then, of course, it would not have been bidden us. St. John
Chrysostom, in his teaching about prayer, speaks as follows: "No one should give the
answer that it is impossible for a man occupied with worldly cares, and who is unable
to go to church, to pray always. Everywhere, wherever you may find yourself, you
can set up an altar to God in your mind by means of prayer. And so it is fitting to pray
at your trade, on a journey, standing at the counter, or sitting at your handicraft.
Everywhere and in every place it is possible to pray, and, indeed, if a man diligently
turns his attention upon himself, then everywhere he will find convenient
circumstances for prayer, if only he is convinced of the fact that prayer should
constitute his chief occupation and come before every other duty. And in that case he
would, of course, order his affairs with greater decision; in necessary conversation
with other people he would maintain brevity, a tendency to silence, and a
disinclination for useless words; he would not be unduly anxious about worrying
things. And in all these ways he would find more time for quiet prayer. In such an
order of life all his actions, by the power of the invocation of the name of God, would
be signalized by success, and finally he would train himself to the uninterrupted
prayerful invocation of the name of Jesus Christ. He would come to know from
experience that frequency of prayer, this sole means of salvation, is a possibility for
the will of man, that it is possible to pray at all times, in all circumstances, and in
every place, and easily to rise from frequent vocal prayer to prayer of the mind and
from that to prayer of the heart, which opens up the kingdom of God within us.

The Professor. I agree that during mechanical occupations it is possible and even
easy to pray frequently, even continuously; for mechanical bodily work does not
require profound exercise of the mind or great consideration, and, therefore, while it
is going on my mind can be immersed in continuous prayer and my lips follow in the
same way. But if I have to be occupied with something exclusively intellectual, as, for
instance, attentive reading, or thinking out some deep matter, or literary composition,
how can I pray with my mind and my lips in such a case? And since prayer is above
all things an action of the mind, how, at one and the same time, can I give one and
the same mind different sorts of things to do?

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The Skhimnik. The solution of your problem is not at all difficult, if we take into
consideration that people who pray continuously are divided into three classes. First,
the beginners; secondly, those who have made some progress; and thirdly, the fully
trained. Now, the beginners are frequently capable of experiencing at times an
impulse of the mind and heart toward God and of repeating short prayers with the
lips, even while engaged in mental work. Those who have made some progress and
reached a certain stability of mind are able to occupy themselves with meditation or
writing in the uninterrupted presence of God as the basis of prayer. The following
example will illustrate this. Imagine that a severe and exacting monarch ordered you
to compose a treatise on some abstruse subject in his presence, at the steps of his
throne. Although you might be absolutely occupied by your work, the presence of the
king who has power over you and who holds your life in his hands would still not
allow you to forget for a single moment that you are thinking, considering, and writing,
not in solitude, but in a place which demands of you particular reverence, respect,
and decorum. This lively feeling of the nearness of the king very clearly expresses
the possibility of being occupied in ceaseless inward prayer even during intellectual
work. So far as the others are concerned, those who by long custom or by the mercy
of God have progressed from prayer of the mind and reached prayer of the heart,
they do not break off their continuous prayer during profound mental exercises, nor
even during sleep itself. As the All Wise has told us, "I sleep, but my heart waketh"
(Cant. 5:2). Many, that is, who have achieved this mechanism of the heart acquire
such an aptitude for calling upon the divine name that it will of itself arouse itself to
prayer, incline the mind and the whole spirit to a flood of ceaseless prayer in
whatever condition the one who prays finds himself, and however abstract and
intellectual his occupation at the time.

The Priest. Allow me, reverend Father, to say what is in my mind. Let me have a
turn and say a word or two. It was admirably put in the article you read that the one
means of salvation and of reaching perfection is frequency of prayer, of whatever
sort. Now, I do not very easily understand that, and it appears to me like this. What
would be the use if I pray and invoke the name of God continually with my tongue
only and pay no attention to, and do not understand, what I am saying? That would
be nothing but vain repetition. The result of it will only be that the tongue will go

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chattering on, and the mind, hindered in its meditations by this, will have its activity
impaired. God does not ask for words, but for an attentive mind and a pure heart.
Would it not be better to offer a prayer, be it only a short one, even rarely may be, or
only at stated times, but with attention, with zeal and warmth of heart, and with due
understanding? Otherwise, although you may say the prayer day and night, yet you
have not got purity of mind, you are not performing a work of devotion, not achieving
anything for your salvation. You are relying upon nothing but outward chatter, and
you get tired and bored, and in the end the result is that your faith in prayer is
completely chilled and you throw over altogether this fruitless proceeding. Further,
the uselessness of prayer with the lips only can be seen from what is revealed to us
in holy Scripture, as, for instance, "This people draweth nigh unto Me with their
mouth and honoreth Me with their lips, but their heart is far from Me" (Matt. 15:8).
"Not everyone that saith unto Me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of Heaven"
(Matt. 7:21). "I had rather speak five words with my understanding . . . than ten
thousand words in an unknown tongue" (1 Cor. 14:19). All this shows the
fruitlessness of outward inattentive prayer with the mouth.

The Skhimnik. There might be something in your point of view if with the advice to
pray with the mouth there were not added the need for it to be continuous, if prayer in
the name of Jesus Christ did not possess self- acting power and did not win for itself
attention and zeal as a result of continuity in the exercise. But as the matter now in
question is frequency, length of time, and uninter- ruptedness of prayer (although it
may be carried on at first inattentively or with dryness), then, on account of this very
fact, the conclusions that you mistakenly draw come to nothing. Let us look into the
matter a little more closely. One spiritual writer, after arguing the very great value and
fruitfulness of frequent prayer expressed in one form of words, says finally, "Many so-
called enlightened people regard this frequent offering of one and the same prayer as
useless and even trifling, calling it mechanical and a thoughtless occupation of simple
people. But unfortunately they do not know the secret which is revealed as a result of
this mechanical exercise; they do not know how this frequent service of the lips
imperceptibly becomes a genuine appeal of the heart, sinks down into the inward life,
becomes a delight, becomes, as it were, natural to the soul, bringing it light and
nourishment and leading it on to union with God." It seems to me that these

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censorious people are like those little children who were being taught the alphabet
and how to read. When they got tired of it they cried out, "Would it not be a hundred
times better to go fishing, like father, than to spend the whole day in ceaselessly
repeating a, b, c, or scrawling on a sheet of paper with a pen?" The value of being
able to read and the enlightenment which it brings, which they could have only as a
result of this wearisome learning the letters by heart, was a hidden secret to them. In
the same way the simple and frequent calling upon the name of God is a hidden
secret to those people who are not persuaded of its results and its very great value.
They, estimating the act of faith by the strength of their own inexperienced and
shortsighted reason, forget, in so doing, that man has two natures, in direct influence
one upon another, that man is made of body and soul. Why, for example, when you
desire to purify your soul, do you first of all deal with your body, make it fast, deprive
it of nourishment and stimulating food? It is, of course, in order that it may not hinder,
or, to put it better, so that it may be the means of promoting purity of soul and
enlightenment of mind, so that the continual feeling of bodily hunger may remind you
of your resolution to seek for inward perfection and the things pleasing to God, which
you so easily forget. And you find by experience that through the outward fast of your
body you achieve the inward refining of your mind, the peace of your heart, an
instrument for the taming of your passions, and a reminder of spiritual effort. And
thus, by means of outward and material things, you receive inward and spiritual profit
and help. You must understand the same thing about frequent prayer with the lips,
which by its long duration draws out the inward prayer of the heart and promotes
union of the mind with God. It is vain to imagine that the tongue, wearied by this
frequency and barren lack of understanding, will be obliged to give up entirely this
outward effort of prayer as useless. No; experience here shows us exactly the
opposite. Those who have practiced ceaseless prayer assure us that what happens
is this: One who has made up his mind to call without ceasing upon the name of
Jesus Christ or, what is the same thing, to say the Jesus prayer continuously, at first,
of course, finds difficulty and has to struggle against sloth. But the longer and the
harder he works at it, the more he grows familiar with the task imperceptibly, so that
in the end the lips and the tongue acquire such capacity for moving themselves that
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voicelessly. At the same time the mechanism of the throat muscles is so trained that
in praying he begins to feel that the saying of the prayer is a perpetual and essential
property of himself, and even feels every time he stops as though something were
missing in him. And so it results from this that his mind in its turn begins to yield, to
listen to this- involuntary action of the lips, and is aroused by it to attention which in
the end becomes a source of delight to the heart, and true prayer.

There you see the true and beneficent effect of continuous or frequent vocal
prayer, exactly the opposite of what people who have neither tried nor understood it
suppose. Concerning those passages in holy Scripture which you brought forward in
support of your objection, these are to be explained, if we make a proper examination
of them. Hypocritical worship of God with the mouth, ostentation about it, or insincere
praise in the cry, "Lord, Lord," Jesus Christ exposed for this reason, that the faith of
the proud Pharisees was a matter of the mouth only, and in no degree did their
conscience justify their faith, nor did they acknowledge it in their heart. It was to them
that these things were said, and they do not refer to saying prayers, about which
Jesus Christ gave direct, explicit, and definite instructions. "Men ought always to pray
and not to faint." Similarly, when the Apostle Paul says he prefers five words spoken
with the understanding to a multitude of words without thought or in an unknown
tongue in the church, he is speaking about teaching in general, not about prayer in
particular, on which subject he firmly says, "I will therefore that men pray everywhere"
(1 Tim. 2:8), and his is the general precept, "Pray without ceasing" (1 Thess. 5:17).
Do you now see how fruitful frequent prayer is, for all its simplicity, and what serious
consideration the proper understanding of holy Scripture requires?

The Pilgrim. Truly it is so, reverend Father. I have seen many who quite simply,
without the light of any education whatever and not even knowing what attention is,
offer the prayer of Jesus with their mouths unceasingly. I have known them reach a
stage when their lips and tongue could not be restrained from saying the prayer. It
brought them such happiness and enlightenment, and changed them from weak and
negligent people into podvizhniki and champions of virtue.31

The Skhimnik. Prayer brings a man to a new birth, as it were. Its power is so great
that nothing, no degree of suffering will stand against it. If you like, by way of saying
good-bye, brothers, I will read you a short but interesting article which I have with me.

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All. We shall listen with the greatest pleasure.

The Skhimnik.

On the Power of Prayer

Prayer is so powerful, so mighty, that "pray, and do what you like." Prayer will
guide you to right and just action. In order to please God nothing more is needed
than love. "Love, and do what you will," says the blessed Augustine,32 "for he who
truly loves cannot wish to do anything which is not pleasing to the one he loves."
Since prayer is the outpouring and the activity of love, then one can truly say of it
similarly, "Nothing more is needed for salvation than continuous prayer." "Pray, and
do what you will," and you will reach the goal of prayer. You will gain enlightenment
by it.

To draw out our understanding of this matter in more detail, let us take some
examples:

(1) ' 'Pray, and think what you will." Your thoughts will be purified by prayer. Prayer
will give you enlightenment of mind; it will remove and drive away all ill-judged
thoughts. This is asserted by St. Gregory the Sinaite. If you wish to drive away
thoughts and purify the mind, his counsel is "drive them away by prayer." For nothing
can control thoughts as prayer can. St. John of the ladder also says about this,
"Overcome the foes in your mind by the name of Jesus. You will find no other
weapon than this."

(2)  "Pray, and do what you will." Your acts will be pleasing to God and useful and
salutary to yourself. Frequent prayer, whatever it may be about, does not remain
fruitless, because in it is the power of grace, "for whosoever shall call on the name of
the Lord shall be saved" (Acts 2:21). For example, a man who had prayed without
success and without devotion was granted through this prayer clearness of
understanding and a call to repentance. A pleasure-loving girl prayed on her return
home, and the prayer showed her the way to the virgin life and obedience to the
teaching of Jesus Christ.

(3) "Pray, and do not labor much to conquer your passions by your own strength."
Prayer will destroy them in you. "For greater is He that is in you than he that is in the
world" (1 John 4:4), says holy Scripture. And St. John Karpathisky teaches that if you
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you diligence in prayer and the prayer will save you. The starets about whom we are
told in the Otechnik33 that, when he fell into sin, did not give way to depression, but
betook himself to prayer and by it recovered his balance, is a case in point.

(4) "Pray, and fear nothing." Fear no misfortunes, fear no disasters. Prayer will
protect you and ward them off. Remember St. Peter, who had little faith and was
sinking; St. Paul, who prayed in prison; the monk who was delivered by prayer from
the onset of temptation; the girl who was saved from the evil purpose of a soldier as
the result of prayer; and similar cases, which illustrate the power, the might, the
universality of prayer in the name of Jesus Christ.

(5) Pray somehow or other, only pray always and be disturbed by nothing. Be gay
in spirit and peaceful. Prayer will arrange everything and teach you. Remember what
the saints—John Chrysostom and Mark the podvizhnik—say about the power of
prayer. The first declares that prayer, even though it be offered by us who are full of
sin, yet cleanses us at once. The latter says, "To pray somehow is within our power,
but to pray purely is the gift of grace." So offer to God what it is within your power to
offer. Bring to Him at first just quantity (which is within your power), and God will pour
upon you strength in your weakness. "Prayer, dry and distracted maybe, but
continuous, will establish a habit and become second nature and turn itself into
prayer that is pure, luminous, flaming, and worthy."

(6)  It is to be noted, finally, that if the time of your vigilance in prayer is prolonged,
then naturally no time will be left not only for doing sinful actions but even for thinking
of them.

Now, do you see what profound thoughts are focused in that wise saying, "Love,
and do what you will"; "Pray, and do what you will"? How comforting and consoling is
all this for the sinner overwhelmed by his weaknesses, groaning under the burden of
his warring passions.

Prayer—there you have the whole of what is given to us as the universal means
of salvation and of the growth of the soul into perfection. Just that. But when prayer is
named, a condition is added. Pray without ceasing is the command of God's Word.
Consequently, prayer shows its most effective power and fruit when it is offered
often, ceaselessly; for frequency of prayer undoubtedly belongs to our will, just as
purity, zeal, and perfection in prayer are the gifts of grace.

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And so we will pray as often as we can; we will consecrate our whole life to
prayer, even if it be subject to distractions to begin with. Frequent practice of it will
teach us attentiveness. Quantity will certainly lead on to quality. "If you want to learn
to do anything whatever well you must do it as often as possible," said an
experienced spiritual writer.

The Professor. Truly prayer is a great matter, and ardent frequency of it is the key
to open the treasury of its grace. But how often I find a conflict in myself between
ardor and sloth. How glad I should be to find the way to gain the victory and to
convince myself and arouse myself to continuous application to prayer.

The Skhimnik. Many spiritual writers offer a number of ways based upon sound
reasoning for stimulating diligence in prayer. For example, (1) they advise you to
steep your mind in thoughts of the necessity, the excellence, and the fruitfulness of
prayer for saving the soul; (2) make yourself firmly convinced that God absolutely
requires prayer of us and that His Word everywhere commands it; (3) always
remember that if you are slothful and careless about prayer you can make no
progress in acts of devotion nor in attaining peace and salvation and, therefore, will
inevitably suffer both punishment on earth and torment in the life to come; and (4)
enhearten your resolution by the example of the saints who all attained holiness and
salvation by the way of continuous prayer.

Although all these methods have their value and arise from genuine
understanding, yet the pleasure-loving soul which is sick with listlessness, even when
it has accepted and used them, rarely sees the fruit of them, for this reason: these
medicines are bitter to its impaired sense of taste and too weak for its deeply injured
nature. For what Christian is there who does not know that he ought to pray often
and diligently, that God requires it of him, that we are punished for sloth in prayer,
that all the saints have ardently and constantly prayed? Nevertheless, how rarely
does all this knowledge show good results. Every observer of himself sees that he
justifies but little, and but rarely, these promptings of reason and conscience, and
through infrequent remembrance of them lives all the while in the same bad and
slothful way. And so, in their experience and godly wisdom, the holy Fathers,
knowing the weakness of will and the exaggerated love of pleasure in the heart of
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smear the edge of the medicine cup with honey. They show the easiest and most
effective means of doing away with sloth and indifference in prayer, in the hope, with
God's help, of attaining by prayer perfection and the sweet expectation of love for
God.

They advise you to meditate as often as possible about the state of your soul and
to read attentively what the Fathers have written on the subject. They give
encouraging assurance that these enjoyable inward feelings may be readily and
easily attained in prayer, and say how much they are to be desired. Heartfelt delight,
a flood of inward warmth and light, ineffable enthusiasm, joy, lightness of heart,
profound peace, and the very essence of blessedness and happy content are all
results of prayer in the heart. By steeping itself in such reflections as these, the weak
cold soul is kindled and strengthened, it is encouraged by ardor for prayer and is, as
it were, enticed to put the practice of prayer to the test. As St. Isaac the Syrian says,
"Joy is an enticement to the soul, joy which is the outcome of hope blossoming in the
heart, and meditation upon its hope is the well-being of the heart."

The same writer continues: "At the outset of this activity and right to the end there
is presupposed some sort of method and hope for its completion, and this both
arouses the mind to lay a foundation for the task and from the vision of its goal the
mind borrows consolation during the labor of reaching it." In the same way St. Isikhi,
after describing the hindrance that sloth is to prayer and clearing away
misconceptions about the renewal of ardor for it, finally says outright, "If we are not
ready to desire the silence of the heart for any other reason, then let it be for the
delightful feeling of it in the soul and for the gladness that it brings." It follows from
this that this Father gives the enjoyable feeling of gladness as an incitement to
assiduity in prayer, and in the same way Macarius the Great teaches that our spiritual
efforts (prayer) should be carried out with the purpose and in the hope of producing
fruit—that is, enjoyment in our hearts. Clear instances of the potency of this method
are to be seen in very many passages of The Philokalia, which contains detailed
descriptions of the delights of prayer. One who is struggling with the infirmity of sloth
or dryness in prayer ought to read them over as often as possible, considering
himself, however, unworthy of these enjoyments and ever reproaching himself for
negligence in prayer.

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The Priest. Will not such meditation lead the inexperienced person to spiritual
voluptuousness, as the theologians call that tendency of the soul which is greedy of
excessive consolation and sweetness of grace, and is not content to fulfill the work of
devotion from a sense of obligation and duty without dreaming about reward?

The Professor. I think that the theologians in this case are warning men against
excess or greed of spiritual happiness, and are not entirely rejecting enjoyment and
consolation in virtue. For if the desire for reward is not perfection, nevertheless God
has not forbidden man to think about rewards and consolation, and even Himself
uses the idea of reward to incite men to fulfill His commandments and to attain
perfection. "Honor thy father and thy mother." There is the command and you see the
reward follows as a spur to its fulfillment, "and it shall be well with thee. If thou wilt be
perfect, go, sell all that thou hast and come and follow Me." There is the demand for
perfection, and immediately upon it comes the reward as an inducement to attain
perfection, "and thou shalt have treasure in heaven. Blessed are ye when men shall
hate you, and when they shall separate you from their company, and shall reproach
you, and cast out your name as evil, for the Son of man's sake" (Luke 6:22). There is
a great demand for a spiritual achievement which needs unusual strength of soul and
unshakable patience. And so for that there is a great reward and consolation, which
are able to arouse and maintain this unusual strength of soul—"For your reward is
great in heaven." For this reason I think that a certain desire for enjoyment in prayer
of the heart is necessary and probably constitutes the means of attaining both
diligence and success in it. And so all this undoubtedly supports the practical
teaching on this subject which we have just heard from the skhimnik.

The Skhimnik. One of the great theologians—that is to say, St. Macarius of
Egypt—speaks in the clearest possible way about this matter. He says, "As when you
are planting a vine you bestow your thought and labor with the purpose of gathering
the vintage, and if you do not, all your labor will be useless, so also in prayer, if you
do not look for spiritual fruit—that is, love, peace, joy, and the rest—your labor will be
useless. And, therefore, we ought to fulfill our spiritual duties (prayer) with the
purpose and hope of gathering fruit—that is to say, comfort and enjoyment in our
hearts." Do you see how clearly the holy Father answers this question about the
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mind a point of view which I read not long ago of a writer on spiritual things, to this
effect: that the naturalness of prayer to man is the chief cause of his inclination
toward it. So the examination of this naturalness, in my opinion, may also serve as a
potent means of arousing diligence in prayer, the means which the professor is so
eagerly looking for.

Let me now sum up shortly some points I drew attention to in that notebook. For
instance, the writer says that reason and nature lead man to the knowledge of God.
The first investigates the fact that there cannot be action without cause, and
ascending the ladder of tangible things from the lower to the higher, at last reaches
the First Cause, God. The second displays at every step its marvelous wisdom,
harmony, order, gradation, gives the basic material for the ladder which leads from
finite causes to the infinite. Thus, the natural man arrives naturally at the knowledge
of God. And, therefore, there is not, and never has been, any people, any barbarous
tribe, without some knowledge of God. As a result of this knowledge the most savage
islander, without any impulse from outside, as it were involuntarily raises his gaze to
heaven, falls on his knees, breathes out a sigh which he does not understand,
necessary as it is, and has a direct feeling that there is something which draws him
upward, something urging him toward the unknown. From this foundation all natural
religions arise. And in this connection it is very remarkable that universally the
essence or the soul of every religion consists in secret prayer, which shows itself in
some form of movement of the spirit and what is clearly an oblation, though more or
less distorted by the darkness of the coarse and wild understanding of heathen
people. The more surprising this fact is in the eyes of reason, the greater is the
demand upon us to discover the hidden cause of this wonderful thing which finds
expression in a natural movement toward prayer. The psychological answer to this is
not difficult to find. The root, the head, and the strength of all passions and actions in
man is his innate love of self. The deep-rooted and universal idea of self-preservation
clearly confirms this. Every human wish, every undertaking, every action has as its
purpose the satisfaction of self-love, the seeking of the man's own happiness. The
satisfaction of this demand accompanies the natural man all through his life. But the
human spirit is not satisfied with anything that belongs to the senses, and the innate
love of self never abates its urgency. And so desires develop more and more, the

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endeavor to attain happiness grows stronger, fills the imagination, and incites the
feelings to this same end. The flood of this inward feeling and desire as it develops is
the natural arousing to prayer. It is a requirement of self-love which attains its
purpose with difficulty. The less the natural man succeeds in attaining happiness and
the more he has it in view, the more his longing grows and the more he finds an
outlet for it in prayer. He betakes himself in petition for what he desires to the
unknown cause of all being. So it is that innate self-love, the principal element in life,
is a deep-seated stimulus to prayer in the natural man. The all-wise creator of all
things has imbued the nature of man with a capacity for self-love precisely as an
"enticement," to use the expression of the Fathers, which will draw the fallen being of
man upward into touch with celestial things. Oh! if man had not spoiled this capacity,
if only he had kept it in its excellence, in touch with his spiritual nature! Then he
would have had a powerful incentive and an effective means of bringing him along
the road to moral perfection. But, alas! how often he makes of this noble capacity a
base passion of self-love when he turns it into an instrument of his animal nature.

The Starets. I thank you from my heart, all my dear visitors. Your salutary
conversation has been a great consolation to me and taught me, in my experience,
many profitable things. May God give you His grace in return for your edifying love.

[They all separate.]

My devout friend the professor and I could not resist our desire to start on our
journey, and before doing so to look in and say a last good-bye to you and ask for
your prayers.

The Professor. Yes, our intimacy with you has meant a great deal to us, and so
have the salutary conversations on spiritual things which we have enjoyed at your
house in company with your friends. We shall keep the memory of all this in our
hearts as a pledge of fellowship and Christian love in that distant land to which we
are hastening.

The Starets. Thank you for remembering me. And, by the way, how opportune
your arrival is. There are two travelers stopping with me, a Moldavian monk and a
hermit who has lived in silence for twenty-five years in a forest. They want to see you.
I will call them at once. Here they are.

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The Pilgrim. Ah, how blessed a life of solitude is! And how suitable for bringing the
soul into unbroken union with God! The silent forest is like a garden of Eden in which
the delightful tree of life grows in the prayerful heart of the recluse. If I had something
to live on, nothing, I think, would keep me from the life of a hermit!

The Professor. Everything seems particularly desirable to us from a distance. But
we all find out by experience that every place, though it may have its advantages,
has its drawbacks too. Of course, if one is melancholy by temperament and inclined
to silence, then a solitary life is a comfort. But what a lot of dangers lie along that
road. The history of the ascetic life provides many instances to show that numbers of
recluses and hermits, having entirely deprived themselves of human society, have
fallen into self-deception and profound seductions.

The Hermit. I am surprised at how often one hears it said in Russia, not only in
religious houses, but even among God-fearing layfolk, that many who desire the
hermit life, or exercise in the practice of interior prayer, are held back from following
up this inclination by the fear that seductions will ruin them. Insisting on this, they
bring forward instances of the conclusion their minds have arrived at as a reason
alike for avoiding the interior life themselves and for keeping other people from it
also. To my mind this arises from two causes: either from failure to understand the
task and lack of spiritual enlightenment, or from their own indifference to
contemplative achievement and jealousy lest others who are at a low level in
comparison with themselves should outdistance them in this higher knowledge. It is a
great pity that those who hold this conviction do not investigate the teaching of the
holy Fathers on the matter, for they very decidedly teach that one ought neither to
fear nor to doubt when one calls upon God. If certain of them have indeed fallen into
self-deception and fanaticism, that was the result of pride, of not having a director,
and of taking appearances and imagination for reality. Should such a time of testing
occur, they continue, it would lead to experience and a crown of glory, for the help of
God comes swiftly to protect when such a thing is permitted. Be courageous. "I am
with you, fear not," says Jesus Christ. And it follows from this that to feel fear and
alarm at the interior life on the pretext of the risk of self-deception is a vain thing. For
humble consciousness of one's sins, openness of Soul with one's director, and
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illusions of which many feel so great a fear and, therefore, do not embark upon
activity of the mind. Incidentally, these very people find themselves exposed to
temptation, as the wise words of Philotheus the Sinaite tell us. He says, "There are
many monks who do not understand the illusion of their own minds, which they suffer
at the hands of demons —that is to say, they give themselves diligently to only one
form of activity, 'outward good works'; whereas of the mind—that is, of inward
contemplation—they have little care, since they are unenlightened and ignorant
about this." "Even if they hear of others that grace works inwardly within them,
through jealousy they regard it as self-deception/' St. Gregory the Sinaite declares.

The Professor. Allow me to ask you a question. Of course the consciousness of
one's sins is proper for everyone who pays any attention to himself. But how does
one proceed when no director is available to guide one in the way of the interior life
from his own experience, and when one has opened one's heart to him, to impart to
one correct and trustworthy knowledge about the spiritual life? In that case, no doubt,
it would be better not to attempt contemplation rather than try it on one's own without
a guide. Further, for my part, I don't readily understand how, if one puts oneself in the
presence of God, it is possible to observe complete "formlessness." It is not natural,
for our soul or our mind can present nothing to the imagination without form, in
absolute formlessness. And why, indeed, when the mind is steeped in God, should
we not present to the imagination Jesus Christ, or the Holy Trinity, and so on?

The Hermit. The guidance of a director or starets who is experienced and
knowledgeable in spiritual things, to whom one can open one's heart every day
without hindrance, with confidence and advantage, and tell one's thoughts and what
one has met with on the path of interior schooling, is the chief condition for the
practice of prayer of the heart by one who has entered upon the life of silence. Yet, in
cases where it is impossible to find such a one, the same holy Fathers who prescribe
this make an exception. Nicephorus the Monk gives clear instructions about it, thus:
"During the practice of inward activity of the heart, a genuine and well-informed
director is required. If such a one is not at hand, then you must diligently search for
one. If you do not find him, then, calling contritely upon God for help, draw instruction
and guidance from the teaching of the holy Fathers and verify it from the Word of
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fact that the seeker of goodwill and zeal can obtain something useful in the way of
instruction from ordinary people also. For the holy Fathers assure us likewise, that if
with faith and right intention one questions even a Saracen, he can speak words of
value to us. If, on the other hand, one asks for instruction from a prophet, without
faith and a righteous purpose, then even he will not satisfy us. We see an instance of
this in the case of Macarius the Great of Egypt, to whom on one occasion a simple
villager gave an explanation that put an end to the distress which he was
experiencing.

As regards "formlessness"—that is, not using the imagination and not accepting
any sort of vision during contemplation, whether of light, or of an angel, or of Christ,
or any saint, and turning aside from all dreaming —this, of course, is enjoined by
experienced holy Fathers for this reason: that the power of the imagination may
easily incarnate or, so to speak, give life to the representations of the mind, and thus
the inexperienced might readily be attracted by these figments, take them as visions
of grace, and fall into self-deception, in spite of the fact that holy Scripture says that
Satan himself may assume the form of an angel of light. And that the mind can
naturally and easily be in a state of "formlessness" and keep so, even while
recollecting the presence of God, can be seen from the fact that the power of the
imagination can perceptibly present a thing in "formlessness" and maintain its hold
upon such a presentation. Thus, for example, the representation of our souls, of the
air, warmth, or cold. When you are cold you can have a lively idea of warmth in your
mind, though warmth has no shape, is not an object of sight, and is not measured by
the physical feeling of one who finds himself in the cold. In the same way also the
presence of the spiritual and incomprehensible being of God may be present to the
mind and recognized in the heart in absolute formlessness.

The Pilgrim. During my wanderings I have come across people, devout people
who were seeking salvation, who have told me that they were afraid to have anything
to do with the interior life, and denounced it as a mere illusion. To several of them I
read out of The Philokalia the teaching of St. Gregory the Sinaite with some profit. He
says that "the action of the heart cannot be an illusion (as that of the mind can), for if
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change the gladness of the heart into the dull pleasures of the senses, still time,
experience, and the feeling itself would expose his craftiness and cunning, even for
those who are not very learned." I have also met other people who, most unhappily,
after knowing the way of silence and prayer of the heart, have on meeting some
obstacle or sinful weakness given way to depression, and given up the inward activity
of the heart which they had known.

The Professor. Yes, and that is very natural. I have myself experienced the same
thing at times, on occasions when I have lapsed from the interior frame of mind or
done something wrong. For since inward prayer of the heart is a holy thing and union
with God, is it not unseemly and a thing not to be dared to bring a holy thing into a
sinful heart, without having first purified it by silent contrite penitence and a proper
preparation for communion with God? It is better to be dumb before God than to offer
Him thoughtless words out of a heart which is in darkness and distraction.

The Monk. It is a great pity that you think like that. That is despondency, which is
the worst of all sins and constitutes the principal weapon of the world of darkness
against us. The teaching of our experienced holy Fathers about this is quite different.
Nicetas Stethatus says that if you have fallen and sunk down even into the depths of
hellish evil, even then you are not to despair, but to turn quickly to God, and He will
speedily raise up your fallen heart and give you more strength than you had before.
So after every fall and sinful wounding of the heart, the thing to do is immediately to
place it in the presence of God for healing and cleansing, just as things that have
become infected, if they are exposed for some time to the power of the sun's rays,
lose the sharpness and strength of their infection. Many spiritual writers speak
positively about this inner conflict with the enemies of salvation, our passions. If you
receive wounds a thousand times, still you should by no means give up the life-
giving action—that is to say, calling upon Jesus Christ who is present in our hearts.
Our actions not only ought not to turn us away from walking in the presence of God
and from inward prayer, and so produce disquiet, depression, and sadness in us, but
rather further our swift turning to God. The infant who is led by its mother when it
begins to walk turns quickly to her and holds on to her firmly when it stumbles.

The Hermit. I look at it in this way, that the spirit of despondency, and agitating
and doubting thoughts, are aroused most easily by distraction of the mind and failure

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to guard the silent resort of one's inner self. The ancient Fathers in their divine
wisdom won the victory over despondency and received inward light and strength
through hope in God, through peaceful silence and solitude, and they have given us
wise and useful counsel: "Sit silently in your cell and it will teach you everything."

The Professor. I have such confidence in you that I listen very gladly to your
critical analysis of my thoughts about the silence which you praise so highly, and the
benefits of the solitary life which hermits so love to lead. Well, this is what I think:
Since all people, by the law of nature ordained by the creator, are placed in
necessary dependence upon one another and, therefore, are bound to help one
another in life, to labor for one another, and to be of service to one another, this
sociability makes for the well-being of the human race and shows love for one's
neighbor. But the silent hermit who has withdrawn from human society, in what way
can he, in his inactivity, be of service to his neighbor and what contribution can he
make to the well-being of human society? He completely destroys in himself that law
of the creator which concerns union in love of one's kind and beneficent influence
upon the brotherhood.

The Hermit. Since this view of yours about silence is incorrect, the conclusion you
draw from it will not hold good. Let us consider it in detail. (1) The man who lives in
silent solitude is not only not living in a state of inactivity and idleness; he is in the
highest degree active, even more than the one who takes part in the life of society.
He untiringly acts according to his highest rational nature; he is on guard; he
ponders; he keeps his eye upon the state and progress of his moral existence. This is
the true purpose of silence. And in the measure that this ministers to his own
improvement, it benefits others for whom un- distracted submergence within
themselves for the development of the moral life is impossible. For he who watches
in silence, by communicating his inward experiences either by word (in exceptional
cases) or by committing them to writing, promotes the spiritual advantage and the
salvation of his brethren. And he does more, and that of a higher kind, than the
private benefactor, because the private, emotional charities of people in the world are
always limited by the small number of benefits conferred, whereas he who confers
benefits by morally attaining to convincing and tested means of perfecting the
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pass on from generation to generation, as we see ourselves and of which we avail
ourselves from ancient times to this day. And this in no sense differs from Christian
love; it even surpasses it in its results. (2) The beneficent and most useful influence
of the man who observes silence upon his neighbors is not only shown in the
communication of his instructive observations upon the interior life, but also the very
example of his separated life benefits the attentive layman by leading him to self-
knowledge and arousing in him the feeling of reverence. The man who lives in the
world, hearing of the devout recluse, or going past the door of his hermitage, feels an
impulse to the devout life, has recalled to his mind what man can be upon earth, that
it is possible for man to get back to that primitive contemplative state in which he
issued from the hands of his creator. The silent recluse teaches by his very silence,
and by his very life he benefits, edifies, and persuades to the search for God. (3) This
benefit springs from genuine silence which is illuminated and sanctified by the light of
grace. But if the silent one did not have these gifts of grace which make him a light to
the world, even if he should have embarked upon the way of silence with the purpose
of hiding himself from the society of his kind as the result of sloth and indifference,
even then he would confer a great benefit upon the community in which he lives, just
as the gardener cuts off dry and barren branches and clears away the weeds so that
the growth of the best and most useful may be unimpeded. And this is a great deal. It
is of general benefit that the silent one by his seclusion removes the temptations
which would inevitably arise from his unedifying life among people and be injurious to
the morals of his neighbors.

On the subject of the importance of silence, St. Isaac the Syrian exclaims as
follows: "When on one side we place all the actions of this life and on the other
silence, we find that it weighs down the scales. Do not place those who perform signs
and wonders in the world on a level with those who keep silence with knowledge.
Love the inactivity of silence more than the satiety of greedy ones in the world and
the turning of many people to God. It is better for you to cut yourself free from the
bonds of sin than to liberate slaves from their servitude." Even the most elementary
sages have recognized the value of silence. The philosophical school of the
Neoplatonists, which embraced many adherents under the guidance of the
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attained most especially in silence. One spiritual writer said that if the state were
developed to the highest degree of education and morals, yet even then it would still
be necessary to provide people for contemplation, in addition to the general activities
of citizens, in order to preserve the spirit of truth, and having received it from all the
centuries that are past, to keep it for the generations to come and hand it on to
posterity. Such people, in the church, are hermits, recluses, and anchorites.

The Pilgrim. I think that no one has so truly valued the excellences of silence as
St. John of the ladder. "Silence," he says, "is the mother of prayer, a return from the
captivity of sin, unconscious success in virtue, a continuous ascension to heaven."
Yes, and Jesus Christ Himself, in order to show us the advantage and necessity of
silent seclusion, often left His public preaching and went into silent places for prayer
and quietude. The silent contemplatives are like pillars supporting the devotion of the
church by their secret continuous prayer. Even in the distant past, one sees that
many devout layfolk, and even kings and their courtiers, went to visit hermits and
men who kept silence in order to ask them to pray for their strengthening and
salvation. Thus the silent recluse, too, can serve his neighbor and act to the
advantage and the happiness of society by his secluded prayer.

The Professor. Now, there again, that is a thought which I do not very easily
understand. It is a general custom among all of us Christians to ask for each other's
prayers, to want another to pray for me, and to have special confidence in a member
of the church. Is not this simply a demand of self-love? Is it not that we have only
caught the habit of saying what we have heard others say, as a sort of fancy of the
mind without any serious consideration? Does God require human intercession, since
He foresees everything and acts according to His all-blessed providence and not
according to our desire, knowing and settling everything before our petition is made,
as the holy gospel says? Can the prayer of many people really be any stronger to
overcome His decisions than the prayer of one person? In that case God would be a
respecter of persons. Can the prayer of another person really save me when
everybody is commended or put to shame on the ground of his own actions? And,
therefore, the request for the prayers of another person is to my mind merely a pious
expression of spiritual courtesy, which shows signs of humility and a desire to please
by preferring one another, and that is all.

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The Monk. If one take only outward considerations into account, and with an
elementary philosophy, it might be put in that way. But the spiritual reason blessed by
the light of religion and trained by the experiences of the interior life goes a good deal
deeper, contemplates more clearly, and in a mystery reveals something entirely
different from what you have put forward. So that we may understand this more
quickly and clearly, let us take an example and then verify the truth of it from the
Word of God. Let us say that a pupil came to a certain teacher for instruction. His
feeble capacities and, what is more, his idleness and lack of concentration prevented
him from attaining any success in his studies, and they put him in the category of the
idle and unsuccessful. Feeling sad at this, he did not know what to do, nor how to
contend with his deficiencies. Then he met another pupil, a classmate of his, who
was more able than he, more diligent and successful, and he explained his trouble to
him. The other took an interest in him and invited him to work with him. "Let us work
together," he said, "and we shall be keener, more cheerful and, therefore, more
successful." And so they began to study together, each sharing with the other what
he understood. The subject of their study was the same. And what followed after
several days? The indifferent one became diligent; he came to like his work, his
carelessness was changed to ardor and intelligence, which had a beneficial effect
upon his character and morals also. And the intelligent one in his turn became more
able and industrious. In the effect they had upon one another they arrived at a
common advantage. And this is very natural, for man is born in the society of people;
he develops his rational understanding through people, habits of life, training,
emotions, the action of the will—in a word, everything he receives from the example
of his kind. And, therefore, as the life of men consists in the closest relations and the
strongest influences of one upon another, he who lives among a certain sort of
people becomes accustomed to that kind of habit, behavior, and morals.
Consequently the cool become enthusiastic, the stupid become sharp, the idle are
aroused to activity by a lively interest in their fellow men. Spirit can give itself to spirit
and act beneficially upon another and attract another to prayer, to attention. It can
encourage him in despondency, turn him from vice, and arouse him to holy action.
And so by helping each other they can become more devout, more energetic
spiritually, more reverent. There you have the secret of prayer for others, which

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explains the devout custom on the part of Christian people of praying for one another
and asking for the prayers of the brethren.

And from this one can see that it is not that God is pleased, as the great ones of
this world are, by a great many petitions and intercessions, but that the very spirit and
power of prayer cleanses and arouses the soul for whom the prayer is offered and
presents it ready for union with God. If mutual prayer by those who are living upon
earth is so beneficial, then in the same way we may infer that prayer for the departed
also is mutually beneficial because of the very close link that exists between the
heavenly world and this. In this way souls of the Church Militant can be drawn into
union with souls of the Church Triumphant, or, what is the same thing, the living with
the dead.

All that I have said is psychological reasoning, but if we open holy Scripture we
can verify the truth of it. (1) Jesus Christ says to the Apostle Peter, "I have prayed for
thee, that thy faith fail not." There you see that the power of Christ's prayer
strengthens the spirit of St. Peter and encourages him when his faith is tested. (2)
When the Apostle Peter was kept in prison, "prayer was made without ceasing of the
church unto God for him." Here we have revealed the help which brotherly prayer
gives in the troubled circumstances of life. (3) But the clearest precept about prayer
for others is put by the holy Apostle James in this way: "Confess your sins one to
another, and pray for one another.... The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man
availeth much." Here is definite confirmation of the psychological argument above.
And what are we to say of the example of the holy Apostle Paul, which is given to us
as the pattern of prayer for one another? One writer observes that this example of the
holy Apostle Paul should teach us how necessary prayer for one another is, when so
holy and strong a podvizhnik acknowledges his own need of this spiritual help. In the
Epistle to the Hebrews he words his request in this way: "Pray for us: for we trust we
have a good conscience, in all things willing to live honestly" (Heb. 13:18). When we
take note of this, how unreasonable it seems to rely upon our own prayers and
successes only, when a man so holy, so full of grace, in his humility asks for the
prayers of his neighbors (the Hebrews) to be joined to his own. Therefore, in humility,
simplicity, and unity of love we should not reject or disdain the help of the prayers of
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hesitation about it. He asks for the prayers of all in general, knowing that the power of
God is made perfect in weakness. Consequently it can at times be made perfect in
those who seem able to pray but feebly. Feeling the force of this example, we notice
further that prayer one for another strengthens that unity in Christian love which is
commanded by God, witnesses to humility in the spirit of him who makes the request,
and, so to speak, attracts the spirit of him who prays. Mutual intercession is
stimulated in this way.

The Professor. Your analysis and your proofs are admirable and exact, but it
would be interesting to hear from you the actual method and form of prayer for
others. For I think that if the fruitfulness and attractive power of prayer depend upon a
living interest in our neighbors, and conspicuously upon the constant influence of the
spirit of him who prays upon the spirit of him who asked for prayer, such a state of
soul might draw one away from the uninterrupted sense of the invisible presence of
God and the outpouring of one's soul before God in one's own needs. And if one
brings one's neighbor to mind just once or twice in the day, with sympathy for him,
asking the help of God for him, would that not be enough for the attracting and
strengthening of his soul? To put it briefly, I should like to know exactly how to pray
for others.

The Monk. Prayer which is offered to God for anything whatever ought not, and
cannot, take us away from the sense of the presence of God, for if it is an offering
made to God, then, of course, it must be in His presence. So far as the method of
praying for others is concerned, it must be noted that the power of this sort of prayer
consists in true Christian sympathy with one's neighbor, and it has an influence upon
his soul according to the extent of that sympathy. Therefore, when one happens to
remember him (one's neighbor), or at the time appointed for doing so, it is well to
bring a mental view of him into the presence of God, and to offer prayer in the
following form: "Most merciful God, Thy will be done, which will have all men to be
saved and to come unto the knowledge of the truth, save and help Thy servant N.
Take this desire of mine as a cry of love which Thou hast commanded." Commonly
you will repeat those words when your soul feels moved to do so, or you might tell
your beads with this prayer. I have found from experience how beneficially such a
prayer acts upon him for whom it is offered.

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The Professor. Your views and arguments and the edifying conversation and
illuminating thoughts which spring from them are such that I shall feel bound to keep
them in my memory, and to give you all the reverence and thanks of my grateful
heart.

The Pilgrim and the Professor. The time has come for us to go. Most heartily we
ask for your prayers upon our journey and upon our companionship.

The Starets. "The God of peace that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus,
that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant,
make you perfect in every good work to do His will, working in you that which is well
pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever.
Amen" (Heb. 13:20, 21).

Notes

1.  Starets, pi. startsi. A monk distinguished by his great piety, long experience of
the spiritual life, and gift for guiding other souls. Layfolk frequently resort to startsi for
spiritual counsel. In a monastery a new member of the community is attached to a
starets, who trains and teaches him.

2.  Philokalia (in Russian: Dobrotolyubie). "The Love of Spiritual Beauty." The title
of the great collection of mystical and ascetic writings by Fathers of the Eastern
Orthodox Church, over a period of eleven centuries.

3.  Dyachok. A minister whose chief liturgical function is to chant psalms and the
epistle in the Russian Church.

4.  Mir. The assembly of all the peasant householders in a village. It was a very
ancient institution in which the peasants only had a voice, even the great landowners
being excluded. The mir enjoyed a certain measure of self-government and elected
representatives to the larger peasant assembly of the volost, which included several
mirs. The starosta was the elected headman of the mir.

5.  Zavalina. A bank of earth against the front wall of the house, flat-topped and
used as a seat.

6.  Priests. The word is ksendz, which means a Polish priest of the Roman
Catholic Church. The steward, being a Pole, was a Roman Catholic.

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7.  Skhimnik (fem. skhimnitsa). A monk (nun) of the highest grade. The distinction
between simple and solemn vows which has arisen in the West has never found a
place in orthodox monasticism. In the latter, Religious are of three grades,
distinguished by their habit, and the highest grade is pledged to a stricter degree of
asceticism and a greater amount of time spent in prayer. The Russian skhimnik is the
Greek megaloschemos.

8.  Icon. The icon or sacred picture occupies a prominent position in orthodox life.
In Russia, icons are found not only in churches but in public buildings of all sorts, as
well as in private houses. In the devout Russian's room the icon will hang or rest on a
shelf diagonally across a corner opposite the door, and a reverence will be made to it
by a person entering or leaving the room.

9.  Onoochi. Long strips of material, generally coarse linen, which the Russian
peasant wraps around his feet and legs instead of wearing stockings.

10.  Bashmaki. A kind of shoes.

11. Altar. In orthodox churches, altar is the name of that part of the building which
is known in the West as the sanctuary. What Westerners call the altar is in the East
the throne or holy table. In orthodox phraseology the throne stands in the altar.

12.  Batyushka. "Little Father," a familiar and affectionate form of address, applied
usually to priests.

13.  Dark water. The popular name for glaucoma.

14. The Tartars, of course, being Moslems.

15. Samovar. A sort of urn heated with charcoal to supply hot water for tea.

16.  Evreinov. Literally the name means "son of a Jew."

17.  Kotomka. A sort of knapsack made of birch bark. It has two pockets, one in
front and another behind , and is worn slung over the shoulder.

18. Starosta. The headman of the village community, or mir.

19.  Near the saints—that is, near where they are buried, the Kiev-Pecherskaya
Lavra. This was one of the most famous and influential monasteries in Russia and
was visited by hundreds of thousands of pilgrims every year. It was founded in the
eleventh century, and its catacombs still contain the uncorrupted bodies of many
saints of ancient Russia.

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20.  From the eighth prayer in the morning prayers of the lay prayer book of the
Russian Church.

NOTES

21. Lavra. Originally a monastery which followed the rule of St. Anthony, but later
used simply to designate certain large monasteries. Besides Kiev, there were eight
monasteries in Russia that bore the title "Lavra."

22. The Holy Footprint. The legend, which is said to date from about the thirteenth
century, says that Our Lady surrounded by saints appeared in a blaze of glory to a
group of shepherds. The rock upon which she stood was afterward found to bear the
imprint of her foot, and from it trickled a flow of water which subsequently proved to
have healing powers. A monastery was later built over the site and the shrine of the
footprint is still preserved in the crypt.

23. Pravoslavny. The name which the Russians give to the orthodox church.
Literally it means "right praising."

24. Raskolniki. Literally "schismatics," sometimes called "old believers." In the
seventeenth century Nikon, the patriarch of Moscow, in the face of fierce opposition,
carried through a reform of the service books. The old believers, led by Avvakum,
seceded from the church rather than accept the changes. The origin of Russian
dissent is, therefore, the exact opposite of the origin of English dissent. The raskolniki
afterward themselves split into more sects, some having a priesthood and some
being without. Some of these sects degenerated into oddities and indulged in the
strangest excesses. But the more sober element among the old believers
incorporates some of the best of the Russian religious spirit and character. Altogether
these sects numbered some 2 percent of the Christian population of the empire at the
beginning of the twentieth century. There is an English version of the autobiography
of the archpriest Awakum.

25. Podvizhnik. A podvig is a notable exploit, and the man who performs it is a
podvizhnik. The terms are applied in the spiritual life to outstanding achievements in
the life of prayer and ascetic practices, and to those who attain to them.

26. Bobil. A landless peasant, hence a miserable poverty- stricken fellow.

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27.  Solovetsky. The famous monastery on the group of islands of that name in the
White Sea. It was founded in 1429 by St. German and St. Sabbas. The former had
been a monk of Valaam.

28. Skeet. A small monastic community dependent upon a large monastery.

29. Acathist. One of the many forms of the liturgical hym- nody of the Orthodox
Church. Its characteristic is praise. There are acathists of Our Lady and of the saints.

The Kanon is another element which enters into the structure of Eastern Orthodox
services. Further information on this subject may be found in the writers' article on
Eastern Orthodox services in Liturgy and Worship, p. 834.

30. The original has a note here as follows: "From the author's MS received by
Father Ambrose of the Dobry Monastery."

31.  The original has a note here as follows: "In the nineties of the last century
there died at the Troitskaya Lavra a starets, a layman in his 108th year; he could not
read or write, but he said the Jesus prayer even during his sleep, and lived
continually as the child of God, with a heart that yearned for Him. His name was
Gordi." Troitskaya Lavra is the famous monastery of the Holy Trinity near Moscow,
founded by St. Sergei in the fourteenth century. The part it played in Russian
religious life has been compared by Frere in some respects to the Cluniac movement
(Links in the Chain of Russian Church History, p. 36). The Troitskaya Lavra was
intimately connected with Russian history, and was the focal point of the national
movement which drove out the Poles and placed the first Romanov on the Russian
throne in 1613.

32.  St. Augustine. The reference is to Dilige, et quod vis fac. St. Augustine, Tract
on the First Epistle of St. John, Tract VII, Chapter X, paragraph 8, Edition Migne, III,
p. 2033.

33.  Otechnik. Lives of the Fathers with extracts from their writings.

Biographical Notes

Anthony the Great was born about A.D. 250 in Egypt. As a young man he
adopted the solitary life of the ascetic and was perhaps the first to withdraw into the
desert to live a hermit's life. His influence spread widely and he kept in touch with his
friend St. Athanasius the Great, who wrote his Life.

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Basil the Great was bishop of Caesarea in Cappadocia in the fourth century. A
great writer and preacher, he was a reformer also in the spheres of the liturgy and the
monastic life. The "Liturgy of St. Basil" is used by the orthodox on Sundays in Lent
and a few other days. Orthodox monks and nuns follow the Rule of St. Basil.
Blessed Diadokh was bishop of Photice in Epirus. Victor, bishop of Utica, writing in
the preface to his History of the Barbarity of the Vandals about the year 490, calls
himself the pupil of Diadokh and speaks in high praise of his spiritual writings.
Diadokh, therefore, flourished in the second half of the fifth century. His signature
appears among those attached to the letter from the Epirote bishops to the Emperor
Leo. Nothing more is known of him.

Callistus the Patriarch, a disciple of Gregory the Sinaite in the skeet of Magoola
on Mount Athos, led the ascetic life for twenty-eight years in company with one Mark,
and especially with Ignatius, with whom he had so great a friendship that "it appeared
as though but one spirit was in the two of them." Later, after he had been made
patriarch, he was passing by Mount Athos on his way to Serbia, and during his stay
in the holy mountain one Maxium foretold his early death. "This starets will not see
his flock again, for behind him can be heard the funeral hymn, 'Blessed are they that
are undeftled in the way.'" On his arrival in Serbia, Callistus did, in fact, die. Gregory
Palamas, in his treatise on the Jesus prayer, speaks very highly of the writings of
Callistus and Ignatius on the same subject. They lived in the middle of the fourteenth
century.

Chrysostom. The most famous of the Greek Fathers. He was born about A.D. 345
at Antioch in Syria and was trained as a lawyer. At the age of thirty-five, however, he
was baptized and later ordained. He became archbishop of Constantinople, in which
office he led a life of ascetic simplicity and was celebrated for his writings and
sermons. (The name means "golden-mouthed.") He died in 407.

Ephraem the Syrian. The great Syriac writer, poet, and commentator of the fourth
century. He was ordained deacon but in humility refused any higher order. The bulk
of his vast output of literary work was written in verse and upon many varieties of
theological subjects. He was a notable champion of orthodoxy, especially against
Marcion and in defense of the creed of Nicaea. He died at Edessa about A.D. 373.

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Gregory Palamas. A fourteenth-century monk of Athos and the outstanding
defender on dogmatic grounds of hesychasm (see Simeon the New Theologian), to
which the Council of St. Sophia gave the official approval of the Orthodox Church in
1351. Palamas died as archbishop of Thessalonika in 1359.

Gregory the Sinaite took the habit in the monastery on Mount Sinai about the year
1330. Later he went to Mount Athos, where he stimulated the contemplative life. He
also founded three great lavras in Macedonia and taught the practice of unceasing
prayer. Callistus, the patriarch of Constantinople, a former pupil of his, wrote his Life.

Innocent was one of the great Russian missionaries of the eighteenth century. By
the appointment of Peter the Great he was consecrated to be the first bishop of
Peking, but the

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Chinese refused to allow the establishment of the bishopric in that city, and Innocent
became bishop of Irkutsk. He labored as a missionary bishop for some ten years and
died at Irkutsk in 1731.

Isikhi was a native of Jerusalem and in his early years a pupil of Gregory the
theologian. He retired to one of the hermitages in Palestine for some years, but
became a priest in the year 412 and established a great reputation as a teacher and
interpreter of holy Scripture. The date of his death is given as 432-433.

John of Damascus. The famous theologian and hymn writer who lived in Palestine
in the eighth century and is honored in East and West alike. His great work, The
Fountain of Knowledge, is concerned with religious philosophy and dogmatic
theology. A man of immense learning in many fields, he is well known for his three
treatises in defense of the "images" (icons). One or two of St. John Damascene's
very large output of hymns are to be found in English hymn books, for example,
"Come ye faithful, raise the strain," "The Day of Resurrection," and "What sweet of
life endureth."

John Karpathisky. Nothing certain seems to be known about this writer. But
Photius speaks of reading a book which contained, besides writings of Diadokh and
Nil, a section by John Karpathisky entitled "A consoling word to the monks who have
turned to him for consolation from India." This had been taken to imply that he was a

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contemporary of Diadokh and Nil and belongs to the fifth century. Karpathos is an
island between Rhodes and Crete, and he was presumably either a native of the
island or lived there for some time.

Kassian the Roman was born betwepr350 and 360, probably in the neighborhood
of Marseilles, His parents were well-known people and wealthy, and he received a
good education. He went to the East and became a monk at Bethlehem. About two
years later, hearing of the ascetic achievements of the Egyptian

Fathers, he went with a friend, German, to visit them. This was about the year 390.
Except for a short visit to their own monastery in 397, the friends stayed among the
Egyptian hermits until the year 400. In that year they went to Constantinople, where
they were received by St. John Chrysostom, who ordained Kassian deacon and
German priest. The two friends were among those who were sent in 405 to Rome by
the friends of Chrysostom to seek help for him when he was imprisoned. Kassian did
not return to the East, but spent the rest of his life in his native land, still practicing the
severe asceticism he had learned in Egypt. He left some twelve volumes on the
constitution and ordering of the monastic life, written, it is said, at the request of many
in whom the monasteries he founded inspired great admiration. He died in 435 and is
commemorated by the orthodox on February 29.

Macarius the Great (of Egypt) was the son of a peasant and himself a shepherd.
Feeling a strong attraction to the hermit's life, he retired to a cell near his own village
and later withdrew with some other monks into the desert on the borders of Libya and
Egypt. He was ordained priest and became the head of the brotherhood. He suffered
at the hands of the Arians for his rigid orthodoxy and died in the year 390 in the
desert at the age of ninety, having spent sixty years in solitude. Miraculous power
and the gift of prophecy were attributed to him. He left numerous writings on the
spiritual life. His relics are venerated at Amalfi.

Mark the Podvizhnik was one of the most notable of the Egyptian Fathers, but
little is known of his life. He is said to have been mild and gentle, to have had such
love of the study of holy Scriptures that he knew both the Old and New Testaments
by heart. He is supposed to have lived beyond the age of a hundred years and to
have died at the beginning of the fifth century. He left behind him the memory of his

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deep spirituality and of his devotion to Holy Communion; but few of the numerous
writings ascribed to him have survived.

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Nicephorus the Recluse was a great ascetic of Mount Athos who died shortly
before 1340. He was the director of Gregory of Salonika (Palamas).

Nicetas Stethatus was a presbyter of the Studium in the eleventh century and a
pupil of St. Simeon the new theologian, whose virtues and wisdom he absorbed to
such an extent that he was said to shine as the twin sun of his teacher.

Philotheus was igumen (abbot) of the Slav monastic community on Mount Sinai,
but at what date is not known.

Simeon the New Theologian died in the first half of the eleventh century. He was
a monk of the Studium in Constantinople and a great visionary and mystic. His
visions began when he was a boy of fourteen. The Method (i.e., the hesychast
method of prayer, the way of using the Jesus prayer) has been attributed to him, but
Hausherr gives reasons for concluding that he was not the author, though his
influence contributed to the spread of the method. Various explanations of his name
have been given, and it has sometimes been translated as "Simeon the young, the
theologian"; but according to Nicetas Stethatus, who wrote his life, the name recalls
St. John the divine, and so would mean "the new St. John." An examination of the
whole subject of the hesychast method and its connection with Simeon is to be found
in Orientalia Christiana, Vol. ix, No. 36, June-July, 1927.

St. John of the Ladder, or Klimax, lived for forty years in a cave at the foot of
Mount Sinai. Then he became abbot of the monastery on the mountain. He died
about 600. He wrote a book called The Ladder to Paradise, and from this he derives
his name. The Ladder has been translated into English.

Theolept. A monk of Mount Athos, and later Metropolitan of Philadelphia. Among
his pupils at Athos was Gregory Palamas.