An ascetic used to send his disciple in obedience to Karyes to sell his crafts. There in the Protaton the monk heard beautiful chanting. One day he said to his elder, “Geronda, I have been thinking. We here in the desert are not doing anything. You should see how they praise God there with chanting, choirs and so many other things. Here the only thing we are doing is praying ‘Lord have mercy’ with the prayer rope.”
The next day his elder said to him, “Let us go, my son, to see what those fathers are doing there so that we might learn their typikon.” When they entered the church he bent over and whispered in his ear, “Indeed, my son, here they praise GodGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª”
He had not quite finished his sentence when a strong earthquake shook everything. Immediately the chanters put down the books, stopped the “terirems” and started praying with their prayer ropes “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on us, the sinners.”
“Geronda, let us go; let us continue our work in our quiet environment in the hut,” said the disciple. “Whatever we are doing is above chanting music.” They realized that the best way to pray is with the prayer rope.
- An Athonite Gerontikon