The elder would regularly impose fasts upon Acacius that went beyond those prescribed by the abbot and the other leaders of the Church. Acacius did as he was instructed to do because he understood the elder's work to be a holy one that was designed to drive Acacius closer to God. The elder would beat and punish Acacius for
perceived wrongs and even the slightest of errors but Acacius would accept his punishment gladly and would thank the elder after the whipping and humiliation. With each wound he received at the hand of his elder, Acacius understood himself to be learning the humble path of devotion to the meek Lord he loved. The elder forced Acacius to work longer and harder in more challenging conditions than any other novice at the monastery even to the point of exhaustion and breakdown. But until he was physically unable to do as he was ordered, he continued to be obedient to his elder's instruction. Even after he had been broken down, he still tried to continue. Acacius felt called to a religious vocation but the elder prolonged his novitiate for many years. Because the elder spoke with the authority of the Church, Acacius obeyed as if it was Jesus himself who commanded him. After nine years of ruthless discipline and little food from the elder and furious and complete obedience on the part of Acacius, Acacius died of exhaustion and was buried in a nearby cemetery.The elder told the tragedy to a friend and brother of his who was, also, a guide and teacher of novices and the second elder refused to believe that Acacius had died. He had been repeatedly impressed with the loyalty and obedience of Acacius whenever he visited and noticed again and again with surprise that Acacius had not yet taken his vows. So, the elder of Acacius took his friend to the grave of Acacius to confirm the tragic story he told. The friend was amazed but asked something laid upon his heart, "Brother Acacius, are you really dead?" The elder of Acacius must have thought his friend was out of his mind with grief to be talking to a dead man and so he contemplated what he might say to ease the man's grief at the death of the most obedient novice either had ever known. But, then, something amazing happened:
"No, father," the voice of dead Acacius began as it rose from the grave

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