The boy who shared his bread
Onuphrius was a king's son — saved from the fire as a newborn and carried across Egypt to a monastery in the wilderness, where a hundred monks raised him in the love of God. By the time he was seven he wandered the courtyard freely, a little carved red horse tucked under his arm.
Whenever he was hungry he would fetch a loaf from the kitchen, eat a small piece, and carry the rest into the church — to the icon of the Mother of God. “You are little, like I am,” he would tell the Christ-child, “yet You never eat. Here, take some of my bread.” And the Child would reach down from the icon and take it from his hand.
One day the cook gave him no bread, and sent him to the One he had been feeding. Onuphrius ran to the icon in tears — and the Christ-child leaned down and placed in his arms a great, warm, golden loaf, so large he could hardly carry it. He brought it to the monks, who wept and gave thanks. It was bread, they said, “kneaded and baked in the oven of the true faith” — and they had never tasted any sweeter.
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