But his old companion continued his holy life, his podvizhnitchestvo[1] attained a high degree of sanctity and became famous through the many miracles wrought at his cave-mouth. At a word from his holy lips a woman past the age of child-bearing yet conceived and brought forth a male child. When at last the good man died, his shrivelled and worn-out body, suddenly as it were, blossomed in beauty and youth, becoming translucent and filling the air with a heavenly perfume. Over his holy relics a monastery was built, and his name went forth from the church of Alexandria to Byzantium and thence to the shrines of Kief and Moscow.
The lesson of this story is, according to Varsonophy, who told it, that there are no sins of any importance except despondency. Did not both these hermits sin alike and yet but one of them was lost, namely, he who desponded?
Varsonophy was a pilgrim from Mount Athos, who used to say, "Eh, eh, don't grieve about your sins, be done with them, they don't count. Sin 539 times in a day but don't grieve about it, that's the chief thing. If to sin is evil, then to remember sin is evil. There is nothing worse than to call to mind one's own sins. . . . There is only one deadly sin and that is despondency, from despondency comes despair, that is more than sin, it is spiritual death.
- ↑ Podvizhnitchestvo=the life of going on doing podvigs, the continuance of denial of the world.
