St. Copres

I am called the holy monk of the desert, 80 years of age, and a Presbyter. I walked across the Nile on occasion with water only coming to my knees. I prayed to God to give a fellow monk
three years to amend the monk's life for transgressions.
In front of a crowd, I argued with a Manichean heretic. The heretic was the better speaker. I devised a test. Both of us would walk into flames. The one not burned should be believed. I went through the fire unhurt. The Manichean tried backing out. The crowd threw him in. He was burned, and chased from the city.

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