Today I was reading about St. Stefan Savvaitsky and I remembered how last year I baked prosphora exactly on July 13. I wonder how exactly he lived in the desert without despairing.
Tsvetanka, I also read about him yesterday. It is interesting how he spent 60 years in the desert near Sava Osvescheni without complaining once. And your prosphora on that day must have turned out nice, right?
Well said, Nikola. 60 years in the desert without complaint is something that does not fit in my mind. Yesterday, when I was making the cable for the church refrigerator, I was thinking about how quickly I complain when I get a little warm. Stefanos' story made me a little embarrassed.
Yes Nico, the same thing happened to me. I was reading about his 60 years in the desert and then I remembered complaining yesterday about the lack of coffee from the thermos in the shop. How do these people manage without complaining at all?
That 60 years in the desert without a single complaint really hits hard. I was fixing a flat on the truck yesterday in the heat and caught myself grumbling the whole time. Makes me wonder what their secret was, same as you all said.
