From the leader of robbers to the teacher of monks

The sands of the Nitrian desert preserve the memory of distant events, when hundreds of seekers of spiritual endeavor flocked to remote Egyptian monasteries. We often think that a penitential turning point can instantly erase a person's deep-rooted habits. We imagine that turning to God instantly washes the soul, immediately transforming a fierce sinner into a dispassionate man of prayer.

​The history of the ancient Church shatters these naive expectations against a stone. The life of the venerable Moses the Ethiopian reveals an entirely different reality. The liberation of his heart from entrenched passions required nearly three decades of severe labor, where every step forward was accompanied by bitter defeats, sleepless nights, and extreme exhaustion of the flesh.

​The power of the Nile valley

​Before coming to the Scetian desert, this Ethiopian giant struck fear into villages along the river. Bishop Palladius of Helenopolis preserved a vivid episode in the Lausiac History, revealing the superhuman strength of the future monk. Wishing to take revenge on a shepherd who had interfered with a nighttime raid, the leader of the robber band took a sword in his teeth, placed his clothes on his head, and swam across the flooded Nile at the very peak of the flood. Finding his enemy absent, he slaughtered four prize rams, ferried the carcasses back, sold the hides, and contentedly drank away the proceeds with his accomplices.

​One day four armed robbers broke into the elder's cell, unaware of exactly whom they had broken in upon. The venerable one did not draw a weapon or shed blood. He effortlessly bound all four of them, hoisted them onto his shoulders like heavy sacks of straw, and brought the criminals to the church for the brotherhood to judge. The astonished robbers, recognizing in the monk the legendary chieftain of the Nile robbers, abandoned their trade, sincerely repented, and took monastic vows. 

​Six years of sleeplessness

​However, taming the passions of the flesh proved considerably more difficult than binding robbers. Lustful thoughts tormented the young monk with such fierce force that he was on the verge of fleeing from Scetis. His experienced spiritual father, Abba Isidore the Hospitable, advised him to intensify his fasting and prayer rule.

​The venerable one plunged into severe asceticism. For six years in a row he spent his nights without sleep, standing motionless in prayer in the middle of his cell. 

​Then the ascetic changed his approach. He abandoned his prayerful seclusion and began secretly serving the infirm elders, going around the desert cells and carrying water from a distant spring. One night at the well the devil struck him a crushing blow with a club across the lower back. The monk, who had fallen as if dead, was found only the next morning. For a full year the venerable one lay bedridden, barely able to move, and only after this did lust finally lose its power over him.

​A basket of dry sins

​Thus the seasoned warrior became a teacher of meekness. Mockery of his dark skin no longer touched him. When pagans or monks laughed at his appearance, the Ethiopian elder received the insults with calm joy, feeling not the slightest offense.

​When the brotherhood of Scetis gathered to judge a monk who had stumbled, the venerable Moses long refused to come to the trial. Persistent requests compelled him to rise. He took a worn basket, filled it with dry sand, hoisted it onto his back, and walked in small steps toward the assembly. In response to the questions of the astonished monks, the elder gave a simple answer: "These are my sins, pouring out behind me, yet I do not look at them, and now I have come to judge the sins of another." The brotherhood, upon hearing these words, instantly forgave the erring monk.

​The end of the Egyptian elder's earthly journey was a precise fulfillment of the Gospel words. When a band of barbarians drew near to Scetis, the venerable one refused to flee. He reminded his disciples of the Savior's warning that all who take the sword will perish by the sword (Matt. 26:52). The elder blessed the brotherhood to flee to safety, while he himself remained to meet death together with seven faithful disciples. A monk who had hidden nearby witnessed seven shining crowns descend upon the bodies of the fallen monks. Thus the man who had shed blood in his youth redeemed his past through a martyr's death.

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