The physician looks at his bottles of potions and salves. He knows they have done nothing to cure this frail man’s infected eyes. This situation calls for a drastic cure! He has read in an ancient text that cauterizing the patient temples will stop the flow of pus. He prepares the hot iron; the Poverello’s brother friars fidget. When the holy man sees the red hot iron, he addresses it as “My Brother Fire!” He prays it will be gentle to him. The physician steadies his hand, and applies the iron. The brothers flee the room! “I felt nothing!”
Musings From St. Anthony's Walnut Tree 
Yikes! Good story!
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Thank you!
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Worryingly good – it seems that faith really can move mountains. Well done 🙂
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Thank you!
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Dear Deacon Jonathan,
Drastic measures. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Clever faerie story.
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Thank you, the story is based on an episode in the life of Saint Francis of Assisi.
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