There was a certain elder who was extremely careless and undisciplined. I say this without passing judgment on him, but simply to state the truth. He obtained, I do not know how, a disciple, a youth called Acacius, simple-hearted but prudent in thought. And he endured so much from this elder that to many people it will perhaps seem incredible. For the elder tormented him daily not only with insults and indignities, but even with blows. But his patience was not mere senseless endurance. And so, seeing him daily in wretched plight like the lowest slave, I would ask him when I met him: "What is the matter, Brother Acacius, how are you today?" And he would at once show me a black eye, or a scarred neck or head. But knowing that he was a worker, I would say to him: "Well done, well done; endure and it will be for your good."
Having done nine years with this pitiless elder, he departed to the Lord. Five days after his burial in the cemetery of the fathers, Acacius’ master went to a certain elder living there and said to him: "Father, Brother Acacius is dead." As soon as the elder heard this he said: "Believe me, elder, I do not believe it." The other replied: "Come and see." The elder at once rose and went to the cemetery with the master of the blessed ascetic. And he called as to a living person to him who was truly alive in his falling asleep, and said: "Are you dead, Brother Acacius?" And the good doer of obedience, showing his obedience even after his death, replied to the great elder: "How is it possible, Father, for a man who is a doer of obedience to die?" Then the elder who had been Acacius’ master became terrified and fell on his face in tears. Afterwards he asked the abbot of the Laura for a cell near the tomb, and lived in it devoutly, always saying to the fathers: "I have committed murder." - Ladder 4:110
Having done nine years with this pitiless elder, he departed to the Lord. Five days after his burial in the cemetery of the fathers, Acacius’ master went to a certain elder living there and said to him: "Father, Brother Acacius is dead." As soon as the elder heard this he said: "Believe me, elder, I do not believe it." The other replied: "Come and see." The elder at once rose and went to the cemetery with the master of the blessed ascetic. And he called as to a living person to him who was truly alive in his falling asleep, and said: "Are you dead, Brother Acacius?" And the good doer of obedience, showing his obedience even after his death, replied to the great elder: "How is it possible, Father, for a man who is a doer of obedience to die?" Then the elder who had been Acacius’ master became terrified and fell on his face in tears. Afterwards he asked the abbot of the Laura for a cell near the tomb, and lived in it devoutly, always saying to the fathers: "I have committed murder." - Ladder 4:110
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