There once was a man, holy and righteous, wise and intelligent, who was never respected for his divine attributes and qualities earned in the fires of love and in the wars of life.
He was never approached or asked for his wisdom, which he was willing and able to give. Wiser than others, he kept silent. He did not seek to impose or to divulge what he knew was treasure, nor did he want to give pearls to those who were in reality pigs, lest they turn to attack him.
He reached old age and still, no one sought his advice, but they went to certain deacons and priests, those enslaved to sexual immorality, a disgrace to humanity. Wiser than all, he was near death, a holy death, containing still within his mind and heart and in depth of soul, the treasures of wisdom from decades of prayer. It was said by an angel to a little girl that he had saved the world over hundreds of times from destruction and chaos, preventing a number of wars, by his prayers spoken from the heart into the ears of the Father.
Finally, after his wife had passed away, he became a monk. And scores of people, lined up to speak with him. At first, he was shocked, but then he knew that this was a final test.
He gave everyone this one instruction: find that man whom you disdain with your petty seeking from a monk as I have now seemingly become. Go to him kindly and bow before him and ask him for his counsel, and you will be given what you seek.
Bearing this final temptation, thousands upon thousands of angels, who had borne wounds in battles with him, like old friends, eternal companions in saving humanity, loyal brothers and sisters to the saint, of angelic nature, rejoiced in the humility and forbearance of their beloved brother and companion. For he had become one in the humility of silence, in reverence, and in saving humanity and lives unspoken beside the angels of heaven and earth.