Letter 27

UnknownSulpicius Severus|c. 412 AD|paulinus nola
From: Paulinus, bishop of Nola
To: Sulpicius Severus, monk and writer
Date: ~412 AD
Context: Paulinus overflows with joy at the arrival of several mutual friends, especially Postumianus and Theridius, and recounts their glowing reports of Severus's monastic life.

To my venerable and ever-dear brother Severus,

I will bless the Lord at all times [Psalm 34:1] and not forget his gifts, because he has not dealt with us according to our sins [Psalm 103:10] but has satisfied our longing with constant and abundant consolation through your fellowship. In just a few days, the return of our dear brothers Postumianus and Theridius was followed by the arrival of more brothers — Virinus and Sorianus. And so a rich harvest of joys came to us nearly all at once, since every one of these men made their presence all the sweeter by carrying letters from you. My spirit leapt for joy in the Lord [1 Samuel 2:1; Luke 1:47], and my mouth was opened wide against my enemy [Psalm 13:4], who was given no chance to say "I have prevailed," since our hopes and desires prevailed instead — bringing us the news, the judgments, and the words from you that our souls most craved.

So, that we may owe one another nothing except mutual love, as we are commanded [Romans 13:8], I will reply to all of your letters. First, to the one I received first, in which you reproach me on account of the very men who carried it — asking why I either abandoned you or stole them from you. But you will see that I deserve neither charge. I have never set any limit to my longing for you, and I never had any quarrel with you over claiming them. Had they been yours first, I would have freely yielded my rights. They would hardly have been strangers to me if they had stayed with you — since you are entirely mine in Christ the Lord, through whom I am in turn entirely yours. And I would not have gained as much from receiving them as I would have lost by robbing you of such worthy companions on the road of salvation.

The truth is, when these men arrived unexpectedly as a gift from the Lord and I discovered what kind of people they were — as you too quickly learned for yourself — I almost envied myself for having been luckier than you in this one respect: meeting men more worthy of your company before you did. So as soon as I could, eager to share the blessing, I urged them in person to make visiting you and getting to know you their highest priority — above all their business and concerns at home — so they could make up for lost time, however late. And, thanks be to God, they came back to us rejoicing [Psalm 126:6], carrying home from the fertile field a sheaf that towered above all the other fruits of their journey, like a blessed harvest. The gratitude they poured out was threefold: to God first, who had not only satisfied but exceeded their hopes, so that they found more good in you than they had dared imagine; then to us, for being the authors of so great an acquisition for them; and finally to themselves, for having obeyed us to their own benefit.

I cannot express the pleasure that washed over me as they described your conduct, your conversations, and your heart perfected in divine love — how you are humble and exalted, poor and rich, slave and free: a fellow servant to your servants, a servant to your brothers, rich in compassion toward the poor, poor in spirit and gentle toward the rich, humble in the power of devotion, towering in the height of virtue, a slave to God and free from Mammon. They declared that in you the whole spirit of Martin lives and breathes, that Clarus flourishes again [Clarus was Martin of Tours's closest disciple], and that the Gospel is coming to maturity. They have truly anointed our head with the oil of gladness [Psalm 45:7], and for this our whole being blesses the Lord — doubly grateful, because we recognize how much our introduction of these beloved brothers meant to you, and we see them rejoicing over your friendship and love as over a gift from God.

They also marveled at your young students, who flourish around you like young olive shoots [Psalm 128:3]. God has made you to them what he himself is to all of us: they both revere you as a master and love you as a father. And yet — we confess it — in the midst of their account we groaned at our own unhappiness, since our heavier sins have left us childless in that way. But we were somewhat consoled, because we count the blessing of your fruitfulness as close to our own.

So that our sins may not build any longer wall between us, rally the whole company of that sacred youth by whom you charm God day and night — line them up in battle against our sins and on our behalf. Let them direct their volleys of prayer and win the victory, so that the Lord may confirm the work he has begun in us [Psalm 68:28]: that in your love, in which we now rest and glory, we may find refreshment and joy on that final day.

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

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