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I would like to say something about the "cry" of prayer. Yeller blind Vartimaios. But what does the Gospel to the people around him? Were trying, he says, make him silent. We can imagine all those pious people with good eyesight, strong legs, good health encircled Christ and talked about high matters, for the kingdom of God comes on the mysteries of the Scriptures, to turn toward the Vartimaio and to say to him: 'finally, I could not rest; Your eyes, your eyes, and what importance they have while talking about God? "The Vartimaios seemed like something stranger suddenly entered the middle and completely cookies jars oblivious to the happening, asking God something that desperately needed to. And all these made despite the fact that the voices of destroyed harmony ceremonial discussions around it. The upset could remove him and make him silent. The Gospel, however, says that while all these people wanted cookies jars to settle down, he insisted, because what was asked of great importance to him. The more they tried to silence him, the more he cried. cookies jars Here is my message.
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Time passed and after many years met an elder and experienced hermit, who asked him how he had learned to pray without ceasing. Maximus said: "I think the devil taught me to pray without ceasing." The elder replied: "I understand cookies jars what you want to say. But I want to be sure I understand you correctly. " Maximus then explained how he had slowly accustomed cookies jars to all the noise and dangers of the day and night. But then came carnal temptations, cookies jars temptations of the mind, feelings and later more powerful attacks of the devil. After all this there was no time of day or night that does not scream to God: "Have mercy, have mercy, help, help, help." One day, after fourteen years of uninterrupted prayer the Lord revealed. From that moment quietness, peace and tranquility in flooded. There was no fear - fear of the dark, out of the bushes, nor the devil-the Lord had prevailed. "Then," said Maximus, "I learned that if the Lord did not come, I'm hopelessly helpless. So, when I was still serene