Fr. L. would very rarely give me advice or express his opinion. Most of our time would be spent in silence or doing some chore together again in silence. I think I learned more from his actions and silence. He taught by what he did not by words.
He rarely would miss a service. He always went unless he was too ill which was rarely.
He always read his Gospels.
He kept silent.
He seemed to be deaf, dumb, and blind… but he also knew everything going on around him.
He kept a routine but would break it for someone in need.
He spent a good deal of time in his “cell”.