Yesterday reading the Way of the Fathers there was a lovely little biography of St John Chrysostom, known to his mates at “Golden Mouth”. In particular I took delight in this little paragraph:
He decided, however, that he was interested in contemplation more than career, and so he stepped out of track for clerical orders and, in early adulthood, went off into a mountain cave, where he lived a hermit’s life for two years, till his health gave out.
My immediate thoughts were:
- That is why I didn’t become a monk (and of course there was the matter of Gayle….)
- Even the most die-hard, “role-models for Godly living”, Saintiest Saints have moments of being big girls blouses…