Over a century ago a monk from a western land came to Mar Saba, not far from Jerusalem, to follow in the footsteps of Jesus and dwell in a cave by the monastery.
He'd witnessed war, the massacre of civilians and wanted to cleanse his soul. However, the "Furies" tormented him even more on cold, clear desert nights. There was no holy protection.
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" he cried out into the indifferent mountain air.
Not many days later, certainly not 40 nights, he threw himself off the sand-coloured cliffs to oblivion...or perhaps into the light.
He'd witnessed war, the massacre of civilians and wanted to cleanse his soul. However, the "Furies" tormented him even more on cold, clear desert nights. There was no holy protection.
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" he cried out into the indifferent mountain air.
Not many days later, certainly not 40 nights, he threw himself off the sand-coloured cliffs to oblivion...or perhaps into the light.
