Of a saint of God I have thought, again and again. He was a quiet man, pure and humble and true. He attended to the ordinary tasks of life as an ordinary man, and those who met him did not suspect that they stood in the presence of a holy man. But the angels knew it. And, one night, as he was rapt in the ecstasy of communion, the Angels visited him and took the dust of his feet. And as they were about to depart, they said to him, "O saint of God! Let us know what you desire. We fain would leave with you some........

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