I remember once when I had gone to the Holy Mountain, in a spot thickly planted with trees, I saw in the distance an ascetic who was chanting as he walked along a path. And from time to time, while he chanted, he would stop, bow down, make a prostration, and continue on his way. Who, I wondered, was he worshiping? I hurried through the trees, went up to him, and stopped him.
“Elder, who is that you are worshiping on the road?”
“But, my child, don’t you see him?”
“Who?”
“Christ. At least, if you don’t see him, surely you feel that He is
standing right in front of you?”
My dear friends, there was a time when people’s eyes filled with tears, and their hearts burst into flame, whenever they uttered or heard the Name of Christ. They fell to their knees. And why do we, my God, why do we think so little of you, [O Lord;] why are we so little moved by you? Why do we so rarely feel any desire for you [O Lord]? Because “where your treasure is, there will your heart also be.”
Do you want to know how much your life costs, how much its worth? Its value is equal to your thirst for Christ; as much as your heart belongs to Christ, that’s how much its worth.
Do you want to know how much your life costs, how much its worth? Its value is equal to your thirst for Christ; as much as your heart belongs to Christ, that’s how much its worth.
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