“The Monk, wherever he is, goes through the same thing. God’s Providence does not abandon him. There in Sinai God was always with me. When I went there, I had nothing, I found myself in the desert, with strangers, without thinking about what to eat and how to live. The hermitage was abandoned and uninhabited. Water is scarce. I did not even know a handiwork to make my bread. The only tool I had was a pair of scissors, which I split into two pieces and after sharpening it on a stone, I started making wood-carved icons. I worked long hours so I could live, but also help the Bedouins.”
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