St. Or

I was an ascetic monk in the Nitria Mountain. St. Melania visited me, as she did so
many other monks and nuns in the desert, providing for my and their needs. God has graced me with a tradition that I never lied, swore, and did not in my lifetime abuse any person. I wished no one evil.
I did not speak with out it being necessary to do so. And I said nothing, which had no effect. God graced me to administer the gathered monasteries containing a thousand brother monks and priests. Through God's grace, I was able to reclaim swamplands, that the brothers might grow their own provisions. Herbs and roots, and sparse drinking water proved my sustenance. The psalms and prayers my real food for grace. The Almighty allowed me long life. At 90 years of age, my strength sill endured.
An angel once appeared to inform me of God's plan, that through His work in me, 10,000 salvations of souls, people would gain faith. The angel told me I would not be lacking for anything, God would provide even up to death, as long as I called upon the Almighty. At first, I could not really read. But God allowed me the grace to memorize the Scriptures, and then actually read them. The Good Lord graced me to expel evil spirits. When brother monks visited, I would provide for their hospitality, resting place, water, and building materials.