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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