He ran off from his wedding feast and walled himself up in a cell. Friends and disciples fed him through a small hole. When he inherited estates from his rich parents in Edessa (Chidana) in Mesopotamia he gave them all away.

One day, a bishop whose diocese was in trouble due to hoodlum trouble and yobbish behavior dragged the hermit out to go and preach — which he did every day with much weeping as he was often kicked.

After four years, most of the mob succumbed to baptism. Possibly a deal was struck. ‘Anythin’ to stop his weepin’ and wailin’ and preachin’. Yes, we’ll stick our heads in the river for a moment or two if he’ll just go away.’

His mission accomplished, our hermit went back to his cell. He emerged one last time to rescue his brother’s daughter from a life of sin after she had been seduced by a wicked monk. As a special treat he let her live in the desert for the rest of her life.

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Article last revised on April 07, 2019 by the Godchecker data dwarves.
Editors: Peter J. Allen, Chas Saunders

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