As abba Macarius was returning to his
cell from the marsh carrying palm-leaves, the devil met him with a sharp sickle
and would have struck him but he could not. He cried out, “Great is the
violence I suffer from you, Macarius, for when I want to hurt you, I cannot.
But whatever you do, I do and more also. You fast now and then, but I am never
refreshed by any food; you often keep vigil, but I never fall asleep. Only in
one thing are you better than I am and I acknowledge that.” Macarius said to
him, “What is that?” and he replied, “It is because of your humility alone that
I cannot overcome you.”
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