Bohairic Life Shenoute

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ⲡⲉⲛⲓⲱⲧ ⲇⲉ ⲛⲇⲓⲕⲉⲟⲥ ⲉⲧⲁϥⲉⲙⲓ ⲉⲛⲉϥⲙⲉⲧⲣⲉϥϫⲉⲟⲩⲁ ⲁϥⲥϩⲟⲩⲱⲣϥ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲉⲩⲉⲙⲟⲩⲣ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲗⲁⲥ ⲉϯⲓⲛⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲉϥϭⲁⲗⲟϫ ⲉϧⲣⲏⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲁⲙⲉⲛϯ .
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ⲧⲟⲧⲉ ⲁϥϣⲉ ϩⲓⲫⲟⲩⲉⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲉϥⲙⲁⲑⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲉⲑⲙⲟϣⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲁϥⲟϩⲓ ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲁϥϣⲗⲏⲗ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲡⲁϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲓⲏⲥⲟⲩⲥ ⲡⲭⲣⲓⲥⲧⲟⲥ ⲁϣ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲓⲣⲏϯ ⲉⲑⲣⲉⲕⲟⲗⲧ ⲉⲡⲁⲙⲟⲛⲁⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ;
He and the disciple who accompanied him withdrew a little way and began to pray. Standing apart, he called out, ‘My Lord Jesus Christ, how long until you bring me back to my monastery?’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲧⲁϥⲙⲟⲩ ⲫⲁⲓ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲓⲣⲏϯ ⲉⲧⲁⲩⲁⲓⲥ ⲛⲁϥ .
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ϩⲟⲥⲟⲛ ⲉϥⲙⲟⲕⲙⲉⲕ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲁⲓ ⲓⲥ ⲟⲩϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲛⲟⲩⲱⲓⲛⲓ ⲁⲥⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲧⲫⲉ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲥⲧⲁⲗⲟϥ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲉϥⲙⲁⲑⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲁⲥϩⲟⲗⲙⲉϥ ⲉⲡϭⲓⲥⲓ ⲁⲥϩⲱⲗ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ .
While he pondered this, suddenly a radiant cloud descended from the heavens. It lifted both him and his disciple into the sky and carried them away.
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ⲁϥⲉⲣⲙⲉⲑⲣⲉ ⲛⲁⲛ ⲛϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ϫⲉⲁⲓⲉⲣⲑⲉⲱⲣⲓⲛ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ⲛϧⲣⲏⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲁⲙⲉⲛϯ ⲉⲣⲉⲡⲉϥⲗⲁⲥ ⲙⲏⲣ ⲉϯⲓⲛⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲧⲉϥϭⲁⲗⲟϫ ⲉⲩⲉⲣⲃⲁⲥⲁⲛⲓⲍⲓⲛ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲙⲉⲧⲁⲧϯⲁⲥⲟ ⲉⲑⲃⲉⲧⲉϥⲙⲉⲧⲁⲥⲉⲃⲏⲥ .
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ⲉⲧⲁⲩⲫⲟϩ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲡⲓⲡⲉⲗⲁⲅⲟⲥ ⲛⲧⲉⲫⲓⲟⲙ ⲁϥϫⲟⲩϣⲧ ⲉⲡϣⲱⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲁⲃⲃⲁ ⲕⲩⲣⲓⲗⲗⲟⲥ ⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲉⲡⲓⲥⲕⲟⲡⲟⲥ ⲁϥⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲉϥϧⲉⲛⲑⲙⲏϯ ⲛϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲉϥⲙⲁⲑⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲁϥⲱϣ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲟⲛ ⲡⲉⲛⲓⲱⲧ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲏⲗⲓⲁⲥ ⲛⲃⲉⲣⲓ .
As the bishops’ ship reached the open sea, Abba Cyril looked up and saw Apa Shenoute and his disciple being borne aloft in the midst of the cloud. He exclaimed, ‘Bless us, holy father, you are the new Elijah!’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉⲁⲣⲓⲡⲁⲙⲉⲩⲓ ⲱ ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ .
Apa Shenoute answered, ‘Do not forget me, O my holy father.’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲁⲓⲣⲏϯ ⲁϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ϩⲱⲗ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲁⲥⲉⲛϥ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲙⲟⲛⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ .
And with that, the cloud continued on its way and brought him safely home to his monastery.
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ⲛⲉⲡⲥⲏⲟⲩ ⲅⲁⲣ ⲙⲡⲓϣⲱⲙ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲉⲙⲙⲁⲩ .
For it was the summer at that time.
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ⲉⲩⲥⲓⲕⲓ ⲙⲡⲓⲱⲓⲕ ⲛϫⲉⲛⲓⲥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲁϥⲱⲗⲓ ⲛϯⲛⲁⲫⲣⲓ ⲛⲥⲟⲩⲟ ⲉⲧⲁϥⲉⲛⲥ ⲉϥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲡⲁⲗⲗⲁⲧⲓⲟⲛ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲟⲩⲣⲟ
As the brethren were milling wheat for bread, one of them cast under the stone the grain he had brought back from the royal court and placed it beneath the millstone.
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϩⲓⲧⲥ ⲉϧⲣⲏⲓ ⲉⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲛⲥⲓⲕⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲟⲩⲛⲓϣϯ ⲛⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲁϥϣⲱⲡⲓ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲛⲥⲓⲕⲓ ⲙⲡⲟⲩϣϫⲉⲙϫⲟⲙ ⲛⲕⲟⲗϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ
At that moment, the Lord caused an overwhelming quantity of flour to pour forth—so much that the brothers could not possibly collect it all.
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲛⲓⲥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲭⲣⲉⲙⲣⲉⲙ ⲉⲑⲃⲉϫⲉⲁⲩϧⲓⲥⲓ ⲙⲡⲟⲩϣϫⲉⲙϫⲟⲙ ⲛⲕⲟⲗϥ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ .
Worn out and unable to keep pace with the abundance, they began to voice their frustration.
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ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲁϥϯ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲉⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲛⲥⲓⲕⲓ ⲁϥⲭⲱ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲃⲁⲓ ϩⲓϫⲱϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ϫⲉⲁⲓϫⲉⲣⲟⲕ ⲱ ⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲛⲥⲓⲕⲓ ⲟϩⲓ ⲛⲁⲕ ϫⲉ .
My holy father apa Shenoute then approached the millstone, placed his palm branch upon it, and declared, ‘Millstone, I command you—stop!’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϧⲉⲛϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲁϥⲟϩⲓ ⲕⲁⲧⲁⲡⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲙⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲛⲇⲓⲕⲁⲓⲟⲥ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲫⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲙⲉⲑⲙⲏⲓ ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧⲉⲛⲉϥϩⲃⲏⲟⲩⲓ ϣⲟⲡ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲉⲣϣⲓϣⲓ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲛⲓⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲛⲧⲉϣⲟⲣⲡ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲓⲁⲡⲟⲥⲧⲟⲗⲟⲥ ϩⲁⲛⲁⲧϭⲓⲏⲡⲓ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲛⲉ ⲛⲉϥⲕⲁⲧⲟⲣⲑⲱⲙⲁ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲓϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ⲉⲧⲁϥⲁⲓⲧⲟⲩ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓⲧⲉⲛⲡⲓϩⲙⲟⲧ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲓⲡⲛⲉⲩⲙⲁ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲉⲧϣⲟⲡ ⲛϧⲏⲧϥ ⲛⲥⲏⲟⲩ ⲛⲓⲃⲉⲛ .
Instantly it obeyed, halting just as he had spoken. This took place according to the authority of my father, the prophet and servant of God, apa Shenoute, whose mighty acts rival those of the earliest prophets and apostles. His life was full of righteous deeds and miraculous works, brought about through the abiding presence of the Holy Spirit within him.
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ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲗⲟⲓⲡⲟⲛ ⲉⲧⲁⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲉⲡⲓⲥⲕⲟⲡⲟⲥ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲕⲩⲣⲓⲗⲗⲟⲥ ϩⲱⲗ ⲉⲧⲉϥⲡⲟⲗⲓⲥ ⲁϥⲟⲩⲱⲣⲡ ⲛⲥⲁⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲁϥϣⲉⲛϥ ϫⲉⲁⲕⲉⲣⲟⲩⲏⲣ ⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲕⲧⲁⲗⲏⲟⲩⲧ ⲉϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ϣⲁⲧⲉⲕⲫⲟϩ ⲉⲡⲉⲕⲙⲟⲛⲁⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ;
After Archbishop Cyril had returned to his own city, he sent a message requesting the presence of my father, apa Shenoute, and questioned him: ‘While you were seated upon the cloud, how long did it take you to arrive at your monastery?’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲙⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲉⲡⲓⲥⲕⲟⲡⲟⲥ ϫⲉⲭⲱ ⲛⲏⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ϯⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲁⲛ ⲉϩⲱⲃ ⲙⲡⲁⲓⲣⲏϯ .
In response, my father said with humility, ‘My lord, I am not worthy to speak of such a matter.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲁⲃⲃⲁ ⲕⲩⲣⲓⲗⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉϯⲧⲁⲣⲕⲟ ⲙⲙⲟⲕ ⲛⲛⲓϣⲗⲏⲗ ⲛⲧⲉⲛⲏ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ϩⲓⲛⲁ ⲉⲕⲉⲧⲁⲙⲟⲓ ⲉⲡⲓϩⲱⲃ ⲉⲧⲁϥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲙⲙⲟⲕ .
But Abba Cyril pressed him: ‘I beg you, by the intercession of the saints, reveal to me what took place.’
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ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲇⲉ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲁϥ ϧⲉⲛⲟⲩⲑⲉⲃⲓⲟ ϫⲉϩⲟⲥⲟⲛ ⲁⲕⲧⲁⲣⲕⲟⲓ ⲁⲓϩⲱⲗ ⲉⲡⲓⲙⲟⲛⲁⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲁⲛⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲉⲛⲉⲣⲏⲟⲩ ⲛϧⲏⲧϥ ⲉⲕϧⲉⲛⲡⲓϫⲟⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲓϩⲓϫⲉⲛϯϭⲏⲡⲓ ⲁⲓⲉⲣϯⲥⲩⲛⲁⲝⲓⲥ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲓⲥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲁⲣⲟⲩϩⲓ ⲙⲡⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲉⲙⲙⲁⲩ .
So Shenoute answered modestly, ‘Since you compel me, I shall tell you: I reached the monastery the very day we spoke together—you disembarked from the ship, and I descended from the cloud—and that evening I was already with the brethren, gathered for worship.’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲉⲣϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ⲥⲁⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲛϫⲉⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲉⲡⲓⲥⲕⲟⲡⲟⲥ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲕⲩⲣⲓⲗⲗⲟⲥ ⲛⲉⲙⲁⲡⲁ ⲃⲓⲕⲧⲱⲣ ⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲙⲁⲛⲇⲣⲓⲧⲏⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲁⲓⲣⲏϯ ⲁⲩϯⲱⲟⲩ ⲙⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲫⲏ ⲉⲧⲓⲣⲓ ⲛⲛⲓϣⲫⲏⲣⲓ ⲙⲙⲁⲩⲁⲧϥ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲏ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲛⲧⲁϥ ⲛⲏ ⲉⲧⲓⲣⲓ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲣⲉϩⲑⲏⲟⲩ ⲭⲏ ⲉⲣⲟϥ .
Archbishop Cyril and apa Victor the archimandrite were both deeply struck by this revelation. Together they glorified God, who alone performs wonders through his saints—those who obey his will and place their faith in him.
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ⲙⲉⲛⲉⲛⲥⲱⲥ ⲁϥⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲙⲡⲓⲁⲣⲭⲏⲉⲡⲓⲥⲕⲟⲡⲟⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲓ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲙⲟⲛⲁⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ .
After this, my father, apa Shenoute, took his leave and made his way back to the monastery.
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ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲟⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉϥϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⲛϫⲉⲡⲉⲛⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ϧⲁⲧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲗⲁⲕϩ ⲙⲡⲉⲧⲣⲁ ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲉⲛϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲓⲏⲥⲟⲩⲥ ⲡⲭⲣⲓⲥⲧⲟⲥ ⲉⲩⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲛⲟⲩⲉⲣⲏⲟⲩ ⲧⲟⲧⲉ ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉⲡⲁϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉⲓⲉⲣⲉⲡⲓⲑⲩⲙⲓⲛ ⲉⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲟⲩϫⲟⲓ ⲉϥⲉⲣϩⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲁⲓⲙⲁ .
On one occasion, our father apa Shenoute was seated beside a rocky ledge, speaking with our Lord Jesus Christ. As they conversed, my father the prophet expressed a wish: ‘My Lord, I would like to witness a ship passing through this place.’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉϯⲛⲁϯⲙⲕⲁϩ ⲛϩⲏⲧ ⲛⲁⲕ ⲁⲛ ⲱ ⲡⲁⲥⲱⲧⲡ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ .
The Lord responded, ‘Beloved Shenoute, I will not bring you any sorrow.’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϣⲉ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϩⲓⲧⲟⲧϥ .
He then departed from him.
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ⲙⲉⲛⲉⲛⲥⲁⲟⲩⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲡⲓⲙⲁ ⲙⲟϩ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ϩⲓⲧⲉⲛⲫⲟⲩⲁϩⲥⲁϩⲛⲓ ⲙⲡⲓⲇⲏⲙⲓⲟⲩⲣⲅⲟⲥ ⲫⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲑⲣⲉⲡⲓϫⲟⲓ ϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲉϥⲉⲣϩⲱⲧ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓϫⲁⲛⲉ ⲙⲙⲱⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲁϥϣⲱⲡⲓ
Not long afterward, at God’s command, the area was transformed as water filled the place, and a ship was seen gliding over the newly formed sea.
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉϥⲟⲓ ⲙⲡⲥⲙⲟⲧ ⲙⲡⲓⲛⲓϣϯ ⲛⲛⲉϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϩⲁⲛⲕⲉⲁⲅⲅⲉⲗⲟⲥ ⲟⲛ ⲉⲩⲟⲓ ⲙⲡⲥⲙⲟⲧ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲕⲉⲛⲉϥ .
The Lord himself appeared as the ship’s captain, and angels assumed the roles of the crew.
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ⲁϥⲉⲣϩⲱⲧ ϣⲁⲧⲉϥⲫⲟϩ ⲉⲫⲏ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲉϥⲟϩⲓ ⲉⲣⲁⲧϥ ⲉϥϣⲗⲏⲗ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲙⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ϫⲉⲧⲁϩⲟⲡⲓⲛⲟϩ ⲛⲁⲕ .
The vessel sailed forward until it reached the spot where apa Shenoute stood in prayer. Then the Lord called out to him, ‘Take hold of the rope!’
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ⲛⲑⲟϥ ⲇⲉ ⲁϥⲥⲱⲟⲩⲧⲉⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲛⲧⲉϥϫⲓϫ ⲁϥⲧⲁϩⲉⲡⲓⲛⲟϩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲙⲡⲉϥϣϫⲉⲙϫⲟⲙ ⲙⲙⲟⲣϥ .
He extended his hand and received the rope, but found no anchor point.
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ⲧⲟⲧⲉ ⲁϥϯ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲟⲩⲟⲓ ⲉⲡⲓⲗⲁⲕϩ ⲙⲡⲉⲧⲣⲁ ⲉⲧⲁϣⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲁϥⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⲙⲙⲟϥ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲉϥⲧⲏⲃ ⲛⲉⲙⲧⲉϥⲓⲛⲓ .
Looking around, he approached a jutting section of the rock, grasped it with his fingers and thumb.
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ⲥⲁⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲁϥⲟⲩⲱⲧⲉⲛ ⲛϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲙⲫⲣⲏϯ ⲛⲟⲩⲙⲟⲩⲗϩ ⲛⲁϩⲣⲉⲛⲟⲩⲭⲣⲱⲙ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥϯⲛⲟϩ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲁϥⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⲙⲙⲟϥ
Instantly, the stone gave way, pierced as effortlessly as wax before a flame. He threaded the rope through the opening and fastened it.
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲟⲩⲟⲧⲉⲛ ⲛϫⲉⲡⲓⲱⲛⲓ ⲉⲧⲉⲙⲙⲁⲩ ϣⲁⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲡⲁⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲩⲙⲏⲓⲛⲓ ⲛⲉⲛⲉϩ ϣⲁϩⲁⲛϫⲱⲟⲩ ⲛϫⲱⲟⲩ .
That hole remains visible in the stone to this day, a lasting testimony for all future generations.
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ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲟⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲥⲏⲟⲩ ⲉⲩⲉⲣϩⲱⲃ ⲉϯϣⲱϯ ⲉⲩϣⲱⲕⲓ ⲙⲙⲟⲥ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲓⲙⲟⲛⲁⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ ⲉⲣⲉⲛⲓⲥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲉⲣϩⲱⲃ ⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲧⲟⲧⲉ ⲁⲡⲓⲇⲓⲁⲃⲟⲗⲟⲥ ⲉⲣⲉⲡⲓⲃⲟⲩⲗⲉⲩⲓⲛ ⲉⲣⲱⲟⲩ ⲉϥⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲉϣⲉⲣϣⲱⲣⲥ ⲉϫⲉⲛⲛⲓⲉⲣⲅⲁⲧⲏⲥ ⲉⲧⲉⲣϩⲱⲃ ⲉⲣⲟⲥ ⲡⲉ .
There was a time when the brethren were laboring in a well that was being excavated within the monastery grounds. While they worked, the adversary set a trap: the structure collapsed, trapping the workers inside.
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ⲁⲟⲩⲁⲓ ⲇⲉ ϧⲉⲛⲛⲓⲥⲛⲏⲟⲩ ⲉⲧⲟϩⲓ ⲉⲣⲁⲧⲟⲩ ⲉⲡⲓⲕⲱⲧ ⲁϥϭⲟϫⲓ ⲁϥⲧⲁⲙⲉⲡⲉⲛⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϥⲧⲱⲛϥ ⲁϥⲁⲙⲟⲛⲓ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲃⲁⲓ ⲁϥⲓ ⲉϧⲣⲏⲓ ⲉϫⲉⲛϯϣⲱϯ ⲁϥⲥⲱⲟⲩⲧⲉⲛ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲙⲡⲉϥⲃⲁⲓ ⲁϥⲑⲟⲕⲥϥ ⲉϯϫⲟⲓ ⲛⲧⲉϯϣⲱϯ
One of the monks who had been helping with the excavation ran to inform our father apa Shenoute. He rose at once, took up his palm-branch, and made his way to the site. Stretching out his hand, he drove the branch into the side of the well.
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ϧⲉⲛϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲁϥϭⲉⲛⲟⲩⲛⲓ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ⲁϥϯⲟⲩⲱ ⲉⲡϣⲱⲓ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲃⲁⲓ ⲛⲉⲙϩⲁⲛⲥⲡⲁϯ ⲛⲃⲉⲛⲓ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲛⲓⲣⲱⲙⲓ ⲉⲧⲉⲣϩⲱⲃ ⲟⲩⲱⲙ ⲉⲃⲟⲗ ϧⲉⲛⲡⲉⲥⲕⲁⲣⲡⲟⲥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁϯϣⲱϯ ϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲛⲁⲧⲕⲓⲙ ϣⲁⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲉⲫⲟⲟⲩ ⲛⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ .
Immediately, it took hold and began to sprout, producing shoots and leaves. The workers, sustained by the fruit it bore, ate of it. From that day forward, the well remained fixed in place and has never shifted.
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ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲟⲛ ⲛⲟⲩⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲉⲡⲉⲛⲥⲱⲧⲏⲣ ϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲁⲡⲁ ϣⲉⲛⲟⲩϯ ⲉϥⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲁⲓϣⲉ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲃⲏⲥⲁ ⲡⲉϥⲙⲁⲑⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲉⲓⲟⲩⲱϣ ⲉⲉⲣⲁⲡⲁⲛⲧⲁⲛ ⲉⲣⲟϥ .
On another day, our Savior appeared and was speaking with my father apa Shenoute. I, Besa his disciple, came near, desiring to see the one who was with him.
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ϧⲉⲛϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲁⲡⲓⲥⲱⲧⲏⲣ ⲉⲣⲁⲛⲁⲭⲱⲣⲓⲛ ⲛⲁϥ .
At once the Savior withdrew.
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ⲉⲧⲁⲓϣⲉ ⲇⲉ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲁⲓϭⲓⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲙⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ .
When I entered, I received a blessing from my father.
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ⲙⲉⲛⲉⲛⲥⲱⲥ ⲁⲓϣⲉⲛϥ ϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ ⲛⲓⲙ ⲡⲉ ⲫⲁⲓ ⲉⲧⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲁⲕ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲉⲧⲁⲓⲓ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲛⲁϥⲉⲣⲁⲛⲁⲭⲱⲣⲓⲛ ⲛⲁϥ ;
Afterwards I asked my holy father, ‘Who was speaking with you just now, and where did he go?’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲣⲟⲫⲏⲧⲏⲥ ⲛⲏⲓ ϫⲉⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲓⲏⲥⲟⲩⲥ ⲡⲭⲣⲓⲥⲧⲟⲥ ⲡⲉ ⲡⲉⲧⲁϥⲕⲏⲛ ϧⲁⲧⲟⲧ ϯⲛⲟⲩ ⲉϥϫⲱ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ ⲛϩⲁⲛⲙⲩⲥⲧⲏⲣⲓⲟⲛ .
He replied, ‘It was the Lord Jesus Christ himself, speaking to me in divine mysteries.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲏⲓ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉⲛⲁⲓⲟⲩⲱϣ ϩⲱ ⲡⲉ ⲉⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛⲧⲉϥⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲉⲣⲟⲓ .
I said, ‘I long to see him, that I too might receive his blessing.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲛⲏⲓ ϫⲉⲭⲛⲁϣⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲁⲛ ϫⲉⲛⲑⲟⲕ ⲟⲩⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲛϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲛⲑⲟⲕ .
My father answered, ‘You will not see him, for you are still a young boy.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲏⲓ ⲛⲁϥ ϫⲉⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲟⲩⲣⲉϥⲉⲣⲛⲟⲃⲓ ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲉⲑⲟⲩⲁⲃ .
I said, ‘I am a sinner, my holy father.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲏⲓ ϫⲉⲙⲙⲟⲛ ⲁⲗⲗⲁ ⲛⲑⲟⲕ ⲟⲩⲕⲟⲩϫⲓ ⲛϩⲏⲧ .
He replied, ‘no, but your heart is not yet strong.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲏⲓ ⲛⲁϥ ⲟⲛ ⲉⲓⲣⲓⲙⲓ ϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ϯϯϩⲟ ⲉⲣⲟⲕ ⲙⲁⲣⲉⲡⲉⲕⲛⲁⲓ ⲧⲁϩⲟⲓ ⲛⲧⲁⲉⲣⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ϩⲱ .
I said to him while crying, ‘Show me mercy, my father, so that I too may be worthy of seein him.’
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ⲡⲉϫⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲛⲏⲓ ϫⲉⲁⲕϣⲁⲛⲫⲟϩ ⲉⲁϫⲡⲋ ⲛⲣⲁⲥϯ ⲁⲙⲟⲩ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲭⲛⲁϫⲉⲙⲧ ⲉⲓϩⲉⲙⲥⲓ ⲉϧⲣⲏⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲁϥ ⲁⲛⲁⲩ ⲙⲡⲣⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲁⲛ ⲉⲡⲧⲏⲣϥ .
My father responded, ‘If you come to me tomorrow at the sixth hour, you will find me again seated with him, look and don't speak at all.’
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ⲁⲥϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲡⲉϥⲣⲁⲥϯ ⲁⲓϣⲉ ⲕⲁⲧⲁⲡⲓⲟⲩⲁϩⲥⲁϩⲛⲓ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓⲕⲱⲗϩ ⲉϯⲁⲗⲁⲕ ⲕⲁⲧⲁϯⲕⲁϩⲥ ϫⲉⲉⲓⲛⲁϣⲉ ⲉϧⲟⲩⲛ ⲛⲧⲁϭⲓⲥⲙⲟⲩ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲛϯⲟⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲁⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ⲉⲣⲁⲛⲁⲭⲱⲣⲓⲛ ⲛⲁϥ .
The next day, following his instructions, I entered at the appointed time and knocked according to the custom so I might enter and receive a blessing, and the moment I entered, the Lord withdrew.
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ⲁⲛⲟⲕ ⲇⲉ ⲁⲓⲣⲓⲙⲓ ϫⲉⲡⲁⲛⲧⲱⲥ ϯⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲁⲛ ⲛⲛⲁⲩ ⲉⲡϭⲟⲉⲓⲥ ϧⲉⲛϯⲥⲁⲣⲝ .
I wept and said, ‘I am not worthy to behold the Lord in his body.’
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ⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲇⲉ ⲡⲉϫⲁϥ ⲛⲏⲓ ϫⲉϥⲛⲁⲑⲱⲧ ⲙⲡⲉⲕϩⲏⲧ ⲡⲁϣⲏⲣⲓ ⲃⲏⲥⲁ ⲛⲧⲉϥⲑⲣⲉⲕⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⲉⲧⲉϥⲥⲙⲏ ⲉⲧϩⲟⲗϫ .
My father consoled me, saying, ‘He will bring peace to your heart, Besa, my child, and you will come to know his sweet voice.’
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ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲡⲁⲣⲁⲡⲁⲙⲡϣⲁ ⲁⲓⲥⲱⲧⲉⲙ ⲉⲣⲟϥ ⲉϥⲥⲁϫⲓ ⲛⲉⲙⲡⲁⲓⲱⲧ ⲛⲟⲩⲥⲟⲡ ⲟⲩⲟϩ ⲁⲓϣⲱⲡⲓ ⲉⲓϣⲉⲡϩⲙⲟⲧ ⲛⲧⲟⲧϥ ⲛⲛⲓⲉϩⲟⲟⲩ ⲧⲏⲣⲟⲩ ⲛⲧⲉⲡⲁⲱⲛϧ .
And on that occasion—though I did not merit it—I heard him conversing with my father, and from that moment, I have given thanks for it all the days of my life.

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