While I was living in Enfide, living a quiet and peaceful life, I met a hermit who convinced me to become a hermit like him. I lived in seclusion for a few years, then decided it was time to help people. So I left my cave and set out looking for a monastery. When I found one to live in for a few years, I worked hard and moved up in the ranks. I soon became abbot of the monastery. I was living the high and holy life, and things seemed to be going pretty well. Then, near disaster: my monk brothers became insanely jealous of my position of stature in the monastery. One evening, we had all sat down to silent dinner, as was customary. I began to pray a blessing over the cup of wine sitting before me on the table. Suddenly, the glass shattered; it was poisoned! I hesitantly continued with the meal. I then commenced to pray a blessing over the loaf of bread in front of me. Suddenly, a large black raven swooped down and grabbed the bread off the table. The Lord was truly watching over me that evening. From this time my miracles seem to have become frequent, and many people, attracted by my sanctity and character, came to Subiaco to be under my guidance.
Stift Melk
Just along the Danube from Vienna, Austria, this ornate Benedictine monastery overlooks the town of Melk.
5 comments:
Your story is truly amazing. But what continues to bother me is how you knew the food and drink were poisoned. Was it just something you assumed or did you have specific inteligence that told you so? I enjoyed reading this very much.
Wow that was truly amazing!! God was really watching over you. He had great plans for you and thats why you escaped death twice. It suprises me that another monk would try to kill you just because you moved up in the rank and got jealous. It just doesn't sound real like that would actually happen.
Why would you really become a hermit if man is fallen and no matter what effort man makes, a life truly centered around God is, by all practical means, impossible?
Wow, that is an amazing story you have Mr Benedict. That shocks me that another monk would want to do that to you. God truly has blessed you. Keep up the great work!
ok so what i want to know is why would someone want to kill you. what would the point be? obviously the killer did not have a very close relationship with God.
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