The Sayings of the Desert Fathers tell of an elder who had a disciple named John — the one the Church would later honor as Saint John Colov, John the Little, one of the pillars of the desert of Scetis. Wishing to train the young disciple in true obedience, the elder once took a dry, withered staff, planted it in the ground, and said to him: „Water it every day, one jug of water, until it bears fruit.” The staff was dead — a piece of dry wood, without root, without sap, without any natural power ever to sprout. And the water was not close at hand, near the cell, but far away — so far that John had to set out in the evening in order to return only the following morning, carrying the jug of water on his shoulders through the darkness of the night.
He did this for years. He did not ask „why,” did not demand an explanation, did not weigh whether the labor made sense by any human or agricultural logic. He watered a dead piece of wood with daily faithfulness, without ever granting his mind the right to understand the purpose of the toil. And the Sayings tell us that after three years, the staff budded, put forth branches, and bore fruit. The elder then gathered the fruit, carried it into the church before the assembled brethren, and, setting it before them, said: „Take, eat — the fruit of obedience.”
What strikes us in this account is precisely the deliberate absurdity of the task. There was no visible logic in the command — no farmer would have called it reasonable, no natural mind would have found any practical sense in carrying water so far for a piece of dry wood. And this is exactly where the mystery lies: true obedience is not nourished by understanding the purpose, but by trust in the one who commands. Saint John Climacus calls obedience „a voluntary death” — not because it is something bleak or degrading, but because in it man crucifies the subtlest of all passions: the mind’s own claim to know better, to demand reasons, to keep for itself the final word over its own life. Abba Dorotheos of Gaza likewise says that nothing humbles the soul more than the cutting off of one’s own will before a spiritual father, because it is precisely where the mind wants to judge that obedience calls it instead to be silent and to act.
And yet this silence is not empty. Three years of carrying water a long way, with no visible result, no budding, no sign that the labor served any purpose — and then, suddenly, the fruit. Not because water faithfully poured has, in itself, the power to raise dead wood to life; but because obedience, carried through to the end, opens a space for a working that is no longer of nature. The dry wood bearing fruit is itself the very image of grace entering where man has ceased to rely on his own strength and has remained only with the faithfulness of the deed. It was not John who made the staff bear fruit — John only watered it, year after year, without demanding the right to understand. The fruit was given by Another.
This is precisely the same mystery we touched upon when speaking of prayer as labor and watchfulness as the gift of Grace. There we said that our striving does not produce watchfulness, but only clears the place where it may come. Here we see the same truth in a concrete, almost tangible form: man waters, God makes it sprout. Unceasing prayer, fasting, vigil, obedience to one’s spiritual guide — all of these are, in their inner structure, so many forms of the same „carrying of water” toward a piece of wood which, humanly speaking, has no reason to bear fruit. And it is precisely their inability, on their own, to produce the fruit that makes them true: if our labor alone were enough, there would be no need for Grace; and if we demanded to see the fruit before we began to water, we would no longer have obedience, but only a calculation of efficiency.
Saint Isaac the Syrian says that God often hides the fruit of our labor precisely in order to guard us from pride, letting us walk for years „in darkness,” carrying the water without seeing any sign, lest, seeing the fruit too soon, we claim it as our own. The obedience of John the Little is, in this sense, an icon of the whole of spiritual life: a long path, often with no outward proof that what you are doing is right, sustained only by trust that the one who set you to water that dead wood — the elder, or, beyond him, God Himself — never commands in vain.
And there is one more thing here, perhaps hardest of all for the modern mind to accept, so accustomed to demanding sense and efficiency at every step: the elder never explained „why” the staff had to be watered. He gave no agricultural reason, no symbolic one, not even an explicitly spiritual one. He simply commanded. And this silence of the elder is itself part of the pedagogy of the task: had he explained, John would have obeyed the „reason0, not the „elder”; he would have watered the wood because it „made sense,” not because he had been commanded. True obedience is not a form of intellectual agreement with a well-argued method, but a surrender of one’s own will into a hand one trusts, without proof, will not put one to shame. As we said of prayer — that our will has only one true work, to surrender — so too here: John’s only labor was to carry the water, year after year, setting aside the right to understand, lest understanding take the place of faith.
The fruit of that staff remains, to this day, nourishment for all who struggle with labors that seem in vain — a prayer that feels nothing, a fast that brings no sensed relief, a patience within a suffering with no end in sight. The Sayings do not tell us to ask whether our labor is „getting anywhere.” They tell us only: water it. The fruit is not your concern.
„He that heareth you heareth Me.” (Luke 10:16)
