Letter 122: Rusticus and Artemia his wife having made a vow of continence broke it. Artemia proceeded to Palestine to do penance for her sin and Rusticus promised to follow her. However he failed to do so, and Jerome was asked to write this letter in the hope that it might induce him to fulfil his promise.

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Jerome to Rusticus — greetings.

I write to you as a stranger writing to a stranger — prompted by the entreaties of the holy Hedibia and of my daughter in the faith Artemia, once your wife and now no longer your wife but your sister and fellow servant in Christ. Not satisfied with securing her own salvation, she is laboring for yours as well — first at home, and now from the holy places, which she has come to inhabit while you remain absent. She imitates the apostles Andrew and Philip, who, when Christ had found them, immediately set out to find their brothers.

You made a vow. Both of you made it, together, before God. A vow of continence is not a preference; it is a contract — and the other party to the contract is not merely your wife but God himself. When you break it, you do not merely disappoint Artemia; you call God a liar, who blessed what you swore to keep holy.

Lot, if you recall, tried to bring his wife with him when he fled Sodom. She hesitated; she looked back; she became a monument to unbelief. The warning here is not primarily about her — it is about Lot's own situation. He barely made it out himself. He was not leading her to safety; he was still half on fire. Do not let the same be said of you. You are trying to drag someone to repentance when you have not fully committed to your own.

Consider what Pammachius did. Consider what Paulinus of Nola did. These are not figures from the remote past; they are men of our own generation. Both of them understood, at a moment of crisis, that the time for half-measures was over. Both of them gave up what they had and committed to something larger. Both of them, in giving up the world, found that they had not lost themselves but finally discovered who they actually were.

Come to Palestine. I do not mean this as a vague pious suggestion. I mean: pack your things, leave, and come here. The church in Bethlehem, the holy places, the community of monks and consecrated women — these are not a retreat from life. They are an entry into a life that is real, stripped of the pretense and social performance that most of what we call "life" actually consists of.

Artemia is waiting. More importantly: your soul is waiting.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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