Sounds like Hypatia running around to make sure some manuscripts get preserved in some jars in the desert before the ransacking of the Shrine of the Muses.

Their invisible prayers reached Heaven, where the Son of God covered them with incense and brought them to his father's throne.

Father, let me show you the first results of the heavenly grace you placed on man, he said.

As your priest, I bring you these sighs and prayers, mixed with incense, in this gold cup.

These are sweeter than all the delicious fruits he could have grown in Paradise before he fell.

Listen to his sighs.

He may not have the greatest skill in choosing the right words to pray with, so let me speak for him.

I'll be his advocate. I'll place my spirit in him. I'll help him perfect his good qualities, and

I'll pay for his sins with my own death.

Let me bring peace to mankind for the limited time he has to live.

I only want to soften his punishment, not eliminate it. He must die, after all.
But a better life waits for him.

Then everybody who is saved can live a new, happy life, joined with me, the way I am joined with you.