I recently had the pleasure of announcing the publication of The Boundless Garden by Alexandros Papadiamandis (see here also). Papadiamandis was a member of the synodia (lay brotherhood) of Papa-Nicholas Planas (+1932; glorified in 1992), the "simple shepherd of simple souls." Here is an excerpt from Papadiamandis recollections of Papa-Nicholas:
Among the present-day priests in the cities and villages, there are still many who are virtuous and good. They are village-types, beneficent, respected, and venerable. Even though they may not expound words, they know another manner of teaching the flock. I know of a priest in Athens. He is the most humble of priests and the most simple of men... Every list bearing the names of the dead to be commemorated, when once given to him, he keeps always. For two and three years he continues to commemorate the names. At every Prothesis he commemorates two or three thousand names. He never becomes weary. His Prothesis lasts two hours. The Liturgy another two. After the dismissal of the Liturgy, he distributes to all present whatever pieces of prosphora or antidoron he has in the sanctuary. He keeps practically nothing.Quoted in Photios Kontoglou's foreword to Papa-Nicholas Planas: The Simple Shepherd of the Simple Sheep.
Once, it chanced that he owed a small amount of money and wanted to pay it. He had ten or fifteen drachmas, all in copper. For two hours he counted, counted, counted, and could not determine how many drachmas there were. Finally, another Christian took on the effort to count them for him. He stutters a little, and is almost illiterate. In the prayers he says most of the words correctly, but in the Gospel most of them incorrectly. You will say, "Why this inconsistency?' He says the same prayers every day, whereas a certain portion of the Gospel he reads once, twice, or at the most three times a year, with the exception of certain frequent portions which recur occasionally, as in the Blessing of Waters and at the Paraclesis. The mistakes which he makes in reading are oftentimes comic. Yet, of those who hear, out of all the congregation, not one of us laughs. Why? We have become accustomed to him and we like him. He is worthy of love. He is simple and virtuous. He is worthy of the first Beatitude of the Saviour.
Now, suppose that this same priest had come out of some theological school, old or new. Would the difference in him be to the better? He would be smeared with a few imperfect, ill-digested, and confused teachings, with more pride and more demands. Would he be better for this?