Category Archives: Abba Poemen

Washing his feet

184. Abba Isaac came to see Abba Poemen and found him washing his feet. As he enjoyed freedom of speech with him he said, ‘How is it that others practice austerity and treat their bodies hardly?’ Abba Poemen said to … Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen | Tagged , | Comments Off on Washing his feet

Paesius fought with his brother

‘Why have you let the brothers fight without saying anything to them?’ Abba Poemen said to him, Try and think that inwardly I was not here to see it.’
Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen | Tagged | Comments Off on Paesius fought with his brother

On fire with the love of God

A fly will not go near a pot when it is on the fire, but once it has cooled the fly will alight on it Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen | Tagged , | Comments Off on On fire with the love of God

Laying Down Your Life

…the Lord in the Gospel says. ‘Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends’ (John 15.13). How do you do that?” Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen, New Testament | Tagged , , | Comments Off on Laying Down Your Life

Abba Poemen

Abba Poemen 35. Abba Poemen said, ‘Vigilance, self-knowledge and discernment; these are the guides of the soul.’ (From: The Sayings of the Desert Fathers, Benedicta Ward, P. 172) 60. He also said, ‘Poverty, hardship, austerity and fasting, such are the … Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen | Tagged | Comments Off on Abba Poemen

The Monk and the Emperor

Another story on humility by abba Poemen: BEGIN 19.  (A longer version of V.xv.66) The blessed senior monk Poemen told the brothers the following account of a monk who lived in Constantinople in the time of the Emperor Theodosius. “He … Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen, Desert Fathers | Tagged | Leave a comment

Abba Poemen and the Judge

“‘If the nobility are going to start coming to see me and pay me, respect,’ he thought to himself, ‘all sorts of other people will also want to come, and that will mean that the hidden quality of my life will be destroyed, and by the workings of the malignant devil I shall lose the grace of humility that with so much labour I have striven to cultivate, with the help of the Lord, from my youth up. Continue reading

Posted in Abba Poemen | Tagged , | Leave a comment