“a discription of Fr. Isidore’s refreshments”
6 07 2008
Whenever someone comes to visit Fr. Isidore, the gray haired monk begins hustling and bustling all around just like a youthful servant, offering food and drinks to the guests, whomever they may be. Abba is afraid that his visitors will leave without being treated…..
And God forbid, dear reader, that you should feel shy and turn down something offered. Believe me, your refusal would cause the Elder much pain. He would then tell you that something given out of love must never be refused. In Fact, those were not refreshments on the table ,but manifest love. Whatever he had, in all his poverty, would be laid out before his guests; and if he would think it something else to offer-he would break forth rejoicing, leap up and run after the forgotten thing. A piece of watermelon which he had been brought previously by a visitor; an apple, dry bread, gingerbread, a few fruit drops- Fr. Isidore divided everything equally among his guests. he left nothing for himself alleging that he had already eaten. But if one should ask him to share in the meal, then for fear of offending his guests by refusing, he would end up taking something for himself- providing that the guests themselves had enough…..
I don’t recall just how many times Fr. Isidore sat with Bishop Evdokim in the “Inner Desert”. Some cups of tea had been placed on the wobbly little table in front of them and there were a few biscuits kept in a rusty old sardine can as well as one and a half pieces of gingerbread. They got carried away in conversation and it began to rain; both host and guest took cover under the “Oak of Mamre,” and under its protection they continued their talk. After the rain, Fr. Isidore gathered the tea cups and found the remainder of the biscuits floating in the tin canon the table. A few days later the Bishop was having tea once again at Father’s place. And once again the Elder brought out the tin of biscuits, offering for consumption that which remained from the previous time. “Yes but they are all soggy,” said the Bishop a bit perplexed. “But I poured out the water and have dried out the biscuits, and now they are fine again,” explained the Elder. -From Salt of the Earth by St. Paul Florensky
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