The stories of the desert priests

By Paulo Coelho

During the early part of the Christian era, the monastery at Scete became a center where many people gathered. After renouncing everything they had, they went to live in the desert surrounding the monastery. Many of the teachings of these men have been collected and published in numerous books.The stories of the desert priests

Judging my neighbor

One of the monks of Scete committed a grave error, and the wisest hermit was called upon to judge him.

The hermit refused, but they insisted so much that in the end he agreed to go. He arrived carrying on his back a bucket with holes in it, out of which poured sand.

– I have come to judge my neighbor – said the hermit to the head of the convent. – My sins are pouring out behind me, like the sand running from this bucket. But since I don’t look back, and pay no attention to my own sins, I was called upon to judge my neighbor!

The monks called a halt to the punishment immediately.

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  1. Alexandra says:

    This is the hardest part, looking at ones own fawls,the mistakes of the others are obvious,while ours are to near to us to be seen,also subjectivity plays a part here.We say one see the straw in the other eyes but cannot see the log in his own.sorry if translation dont say the meaning.bye

  2. wanbliska says:

    Something I don’t understand is that your wise men could exile a robber, but accept that a monk that “committed a grave error”, could be left without judgment… Curious.
    And since, we don’t know his “crime”…Anyway, the justice in question here is not aksed from us.

    Sometimes, I consider it is a very good and brave thing to make justice, when there is inequity. And it inevitabely occurs with exposing other faults.
    No one could be devoid of sins, but some are so big in comparaison to others, that we couldn’t stay silent, without defining.
    And truth and justice don’t serve only one person at the end.
    I found the wisest hermit, not so, at last: he just unburdens himself from what he’s vesting with.

    I’ve heard that the warrior of Light could not accept the unacceptable… Does it mean the Warrior is perfect? No…