While I was in Egypt during January of 2004, I traveled with a group of other college students deep into the desert to visit a Coptic monastery. The monk who greeted us had been a mathematician. Now, he said, he was searching for God. I suspect it wasn't so great a leap.
The monk took us down to the crypt. He showed us an ornate, brightly lacquered coffin. He said a saint was inside and that if we touched the coffin while we prayed, the spirit of this Coptic saint would do his best to see our prayers answered.
The monk stepped away to let us pray. We took out our cameras instead. Through the flashes, I caught sight of the monk against a shadowed wall at the back of the crypt. He looked so sad.
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