Im not even sure how to pronounce his name, but his story is great. I won't retell it in detail, but you can read it all here.
His icon sits by my kitchen sink because this monk and I have some things in common. We both have logged a lot of hours in the kitchen. We both are indispensible yet often invisible to those around us. We both try to live a life that glorifies God.
But, yesterday was one of those days when I felt at the end of myself. The baby didn't nap well, which becomes an avalanche of fussiness (for both of us). By the end of the day I am wrung out like an old mop.
Just from the effort of loving my loved ones.
St. Euphronsynus carried a bit of vision of paradise with him all the time. Chopping onions, washing dishes, wiping counters. All the time praying, all the time seeing what we often are blind to. We are with God, we are walking with God right now. We are in paradise. Not a "do this so you can go to heaven" kind of theology, but a right here, right now kind of presence of God with us. Life fulfilled.
So the older monk's vision of Euphronsynus in paradise was just a window opening to what was already happening.
His days of cooking, cleaning, mundane tasks were all an overflow of his love of God for those around him. That's paradise.
St. Euphrosynus, pray for me.