Letter 9

UnknownAmandus|c. 399 AD|paulinus nola
imperial politicsproperty economics
From: Paulinus of Nola
To: Amandus, bishop
Date: ~399 AD
Context: A self-deprecating and spiritually searching letter in which Paulinus chides Amandus for praising him too highly to their mutual spiritual father, Bishop Delphinus — and reflects on his own spiritual inadequacy with a cascade of Biblical images.

Paulinus to the holy, truly kindred, and deservedly dearest Amandus.

As far as I can tell, what I whisper in your ear you proclaim from the rooftops [Matthew 10:27]. For while you love me too much and take too much pleasure in your inept brother, you do not hesitate to pour my foolish boldness into the ears of the holy and venerable father we share — giving him reason to expect spiritual words from me worthy of his own spirit, when in fact you have persuaded him through affection more than judgment, as though my mouth too had been opened by the Lord among the mouths of mutes and infants, from whom the Almighty perfects praise [Psalm 8:2].

So he commands me to produce for him speech seasoned with spiritual salt — that is, his own salt [Colossians 4:6] — for he remembers that he sprinkled me with the salt of his word. And he never stops doing so, for all his letters to me are spiritual seasoning. He is himself the "salt of the earth" [Matthew 5:13], carrying the living taste of apostolic teaching. But I fear that with my tasteless heart I have not absorbed his salt, and that my senses cannot savor the Lord's sweetness — if in them the flavor of Delphinus [his baptismal father] could fade and his vigor grow dull.

Who woke me up when I was saying: "There is a lion in the streets, and murderers in the squares!" [Proverbs 22:13; 26:13]? We are not stirred to providential effort by the example of the mystical bee or the industrious ant. Instead, "we sleep a little, we drowse a little, we fold our arms across our chest a little" [Proverbs 6:10] — and meanwhile poverty comes running toward us like a swift courier. And that rich one who "became poor so that he might truly enrich us poor ones through his poverty" [2 Corinthians 8:9], seeing us persist in our destitution, rightly cries out: "What profit is there in my blood, while I go down to corruption?" [Psalm 30:9].

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

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