Letter 208: 1. I do not doubt, when I consider both your faith and the weakness or wickedness of others, that your mind has been disturbed, for even a holy apostle, full of compassionate love, confesses a similiar experience, saying, Who is weak, and I am not weak? Who is offended, and I burn not?

Augustine of HippoFelicia|c. 420 AD|augustine hippo
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Augustine to Felicia, greetings in the Lord.

I was saddened to hear of your husband's death, dear sister, and I write to offer what comfort I can — though I know that words are poor substitutes for the presence of the one you have lost.

Grief is not a sin. Jesus himself wept at the tomb of Lazarus, even though he knew he was about to raise his friend from the dead. The Lord does not ask us to be stones. He asks us to be human — and humans grieve when they lose those they love.

But grief, for the Christian, is grief with hope. "We do not grieve as those who have no hope" [1 Thessalonians 4:13]. Your husband died in the faith. He received the sacraments. He lived — imperfectly, as we all do — in the love of Christ. And the promise of Christ is clear: those who believe in him, though they die, shall live [John 11:25].

You will see him again. Not as a memory, not as a ghost, but as himself — more fully himself than he ever was in this life, because freed at last from the weight of mortality that drags us all down.

Until that day, weep if you must. But weep as one who knows that the parting is temporary and the reunion is permanent.

Farewell, dear sister. You are in my prayers.

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

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