Letter 28

UnknownSulpicius Severus|c. 413 AD|paulinus nola
From: Paulinus, bishop of Nola
To: Sulpicius Severus, monk and writer
Date: ~413 AD
Context: An exuberant praise of their mutual letter carrier Victor, with extended Biblical typology comparing him to messengers of peace.

To my holy brother and fellow soldier Severus,

Victor returns from me to you, so that he may return from you to me — Victor, our shared treasure, our faithful companion, our customary consolation. Victor who is mine in his devotion to you and yours in his devotion to me. Victor, the courier of our letters, a post-horse on two legs, the conqueror of the longest roads. Rightly called both victor and vanquished — vanquished by the love that conquers hard roads and immense labors. He eats his bread in the sweat of his brow [Genesis 3:19] so that he may refresh us with his yearly journeys back and forth, tirelessly carrying and returning the commerce of our letters, by which we pay each other the mutual visit of our hearts and souls, like tenants rendering the tax of an obligation owed. Blessed in the Lord is our servant Victor — may his own land not sprout thorns and thistles for him, because he is no sluggard. For the paths of the lazy are strewn with thorns [Proverbs 15:19]. Our Victor never says, "There is a lion in the road" [Proverbs 26:13], because he is so guileless that he walks in confidence, faithful and pure, fearing neither the terror of the night nor the arrow that flies by day [Psalm 91:5-6]. And so the Lord guards him in all his ways and assigns angelic sentries to him, lest he ever strike his foot against a stone, lest the serpent lurking on the path strike his heel [Genesis 49:17] — a serpent he will safely trample and crush with feet shod for the Gospel's race [Ephesians 6:15].

I will therefore praise and bless in the Lord the feet of our Victor, and of these feet too I will dare to say: "How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news" [Isaiah 52:7; Romans 10:15] — good news of peace about you, when they announce your safety, and good news of peace in you, when they announce your faith, through which Christ our peace [Ephesians 2:14] abides in you. He also makes us one — whether as the two we are joined in one heart, or as the two substances of soul and body united in one.

Victor also brought us your gifts — those two little books [likely Severus's Dialogues or his Life of Martin supplement], which I devoured with the hunger of a man who has been fasting not from food but from your words. In them I tasted the honey of your faith and the bread of your wisdom. They were sweeter than gold, sweeter than honey and the honeycomb [Psalm 19:10-11]. What a feast you have laid before me — and laid by the hand of Victor, who is himself a feast of faithfulness. I read them aloud to our community here, and the joy they brought was immense. Everyone wanted to hear them again.

But I must also tell you of my grief — and here the letter turns from celebration to lament. I had hoped, when I heard you had traveled as far as Rome, that you would come the short remaining distance to us here in Nola. You had crossed vast stretches of land to reach the city, and we are so near by comparison. My disappointment was keen — more than disappointment, shame. For I could not help but see my own sins exposed: God's hand, which had guided you safely across such immense distances, surely could have brought you the short way to us. But our sins, like a great wall set against our desires, separated you from us. Woe to me, a wretch.

And yet — blessed be the Lord who consoles us in all our tribulations [2 Corinthians 1:4]. Even without your bodily presence, we have your letters, your books, your Victor. And through them, the distance between us shrinks to nothing. For where love is, there is no exile.

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

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