Commemorated on May 11
Blessed Christesia’s family was from Egrisi in western Georgia. From
his youth Christesia longed for the divine services and the solitary
life, but he was forced by his master to marry, and by this marriage he
begot a son. Later, when both his wife and son had died, his master
insisted that he marry again, but the pious Christesia would not heed his master’s order.
Instead
he related the order to his spiritual father, who advised him to depart
from the world and journey to the Davit-Gareji Wilderness. Deeply
inspired by his spiritual father’s counsel, Christesia abandoned his
possessions and his life in the world and withdrew to the Monastery of
St. John the Baptist in the Davit-Gareji Wilderness.
The holy
father spent many years in humble service to the Lord. He was assigned
to gather firewood and bring water for the monastery, and he performed
these tasks obediently and in perfect meekness. Every day he walked over
four miles to fill a pitcher with water and then carried it to a small
hut nearby. He hung the pitcher at the entrance to make it visible from a
distance, and travelers who passed by would come to quench their
thirst.
He also kept a small vegetable garden to feed the
passers-by. Every Saturday he prepared kolio (a dish of wheat and honey
traditionally offered to commemorate the departed) and divided it in
three parts: one part commemorated the family and loved ones of those
who had donated the wheat and honey; the second, the deceased fathers of
the monastery; and the last, all departed Orthodox Christians.
It
always disturbed St. Christesia to see his brothers and sisters at odds
with one another, so when he heard that two people were quarreling, he
would go and reconcile them. “My children!” he would say, “If you do not
heed my words, I will leave in sorrow, and the devil, who is always
resistant to peace, will rejoice and send more tribulations upon you. I
came to you hungry, and I will depart hungry!” His words warmed the
hearts of those whom he counseled and helped them to be reconciled with
one another.
One hot evening after Vespers, St. Christesia set off
on foot for a certain village. He left during twilight, and when night
fell the sky was without a moon and extraordinarily dark. Before long it
became difficult to walk any farther, so St. Christesia stopped to
pray, and a bright light appeared before him to light the way. The
divine light guided him all through the night, until he reached the
village of Sartichala.
St. Christesia’s cell was poor and cramped.
He slept on a bed of wooden planks that he covered in sheepskin, and
instead of a pillow he rested his head on a stone. The pious ascetic
wore a sheepskin coat and sandals made of bark. Whatever he received he
gave to the poor. Having placed complete trust in God, he would not
permit himself to worry about the morrow, nor did he bother to store up
food or supplies for the harsh winter months.
Father Christesia
was already advanced in age when he was tonsured a monk and given the
new name Christopher. He reposed peacefully in 1771, at the age of
eighty.
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