This is the death for our old man. I have to speak about repentance but
what I say is beyond my own measure. This is why I have to trample my own dead
self in order to be able to say something. Is it easy? No, it is not, and this
is always a miracle. Each time when I come to talk with people, I feel I am
about to die; and I am serious because I do not have anything to share, not
even a thought, and sometimes I desperately need to sleep but I have to go and
talk. After so many years, I have developed a habit of overcoming myself: I do
not care what I want, I simply go and do what I am supposed to do.
Now I lay my hopes on fasting, not on medicines but on fasting. I would
like to fast more seriously even from the external point of view but I am not
sure if I am able to do it. I have a habit not to eat anything on some days,
and this makes my task easier.
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Archpriest Andrew Lemeshonok
(From the sisterhood
meetings)
CONVERSATION