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Judging Others

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In Scetis a brother was once found guilty. They assembled the brothers, and sent a message to Moses telling him to come. But he would not come. Then the presbyter sent again saying, “Come for the gathering of monks is waiting for you.” Moses  got up and went. He took with him an old basket which he filled with sand and carried it on his back. They went to meet him and said, “What does this mean, abba?” He said, “My sins run out behind me and I do not see them and I have come here today to judge another”

– De vitis Patrum, Sive Verba Seniorum, Liber V

Heading out into the desert…

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Walkabout

Hey everyone,

I hope you’ve all been enjoying the recent posts here at Restless Pilgrim. I wanted to thank those of you who gave me feedback and continued the discussion in the Comment Boxes – you bring so much to the conversation, thanks 🙂

I’ve decided to take a one-month hiatus from blogging here. I feel like I need a bit of a break, plus I have a few exciting projects which need my attention…

In the meantime, I’ve setup the blog to post a quotation from the Desert Fathers each day so you won’t get bored or get out of the habit of stopping by here to say “Hello” 🙂

See you in October!

David.
(The Restless Pilgrim)

Wise Words on Wednesday: Patron of Restless Hearts

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Yesterday was the Feast of St. Monica, which means today we remember one of my favourite Saints, the Patron Saint of Restless Hearts (and probably Restless Pilgrims too), Early Church Father, St. Augustine:

Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would have not been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace. – St. Augustine

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