Letter 145: I know the countless labours which you have undergone for the Churches of God; I know your press of occupation, while you discharge your responsibilities, not as though they were of mere secondary importance, but in accordance with God's will. I know the man who is, as it were, laying close siege to you and by whom you are forced, like birds cr...

Dear Eusebius [bishop of Samosata, a city on the Euphrates in eastern Turkey — a key ally of Basil's in defending Nicene orthodoxy], I know how hard you've been working for the churches. I know how overwhelmed you are with responsibilities — responsibilities you treat not as secondary concerns but as God's own work. And I know about the man who has you practically under siege, keeping you pinned down like birds hiding from an eagle, afraid to stray far from shelter. [Basil likely refers to the Arian emperor Valens, whose policies forced orthodox bishops to stay close to home or risk exile.] I know all of this. But longing is powerful — it makes us hope for the impractical and attempt the impossible. Or rather, hope in God is the most powerful thing of all. It's not wishful thinking that makes me believe you'll find a way past every obstacle and come visit the church that loves you more than any other. It's faith. What this church wants more than anything is to see your face and hear your voice. Don't disappoint her. When I came back from Syria last year and told everyone about the promise you made me, you can't imagine how their hopes soared. Don't put off your visit again. Even if you could come some other time, you might find the church — but not me. Illness is pushing me toward the door out of this painful life. Come soon.

ST. BASIL OF CAESAREA To Eusebius, bishop of Samosata. I know the countless labours which you have undergone for the Churches of God; I know your press of occupation, while you discharge your responsibilities, not as though they were of mere secondary importance, but in accordance with God's will. I know the man who is, as it were, laying close siege to you and by whom you are forced, like birds crouching in cover under an eagle, not to go far from your shelter. I know all this. But longing is strong, both in hoping for the impracticable and attempting the impossible. Rather I should say, hope in God is the strongest of all things. For it is not from unreasonable desire, but from strength of faith, that I expect a way out, even from the greatest difficulties, and that you will find a way to get over all hindrances, and to come to see the Church that loves you best of all, and to be seen by her. What she values most of all good things is to behold your face and to hear your voice. Beware then of making her hopes vain. When last year, on my return from Syria, I reported the promise which you had given me, you cannot think how elated with her hopes I made her. Do not, my friend, postpone your coming to another time. Even if it may be possible for you to see her one day, you may not see her and me too, for sickness is hurrying me on to quit this painful life.

[Πρός: Εὐσεβίῳ, ἐπισκόπῳ Σαμοσάτων] Οἶδα τοὺς μυρίους πόνους σου, οὓς ἀνέτλης ὑπὲρ τῶν ἐκκλησιῶν τοῦ Θεοῦ, καὶ τῶν ἀσχολιῶν τὸ πλῆθος οὐκ ἀγνοῶ, ἃς ἔχεις, τὴν οἰκονομίαν οὐ παρέργως ἀλλὰ κατὰ τὸ θέλημα τοῦ Κυρίου διατιθέμενος. καὶ τὸν ἐκ γειτόνων ὑμῖν ἐπικαθήμενον ἐννοῶ, ᾧ ἀνάγκη ὑμᾶς, ὥσπερ ὄρνιθας ἀετῷ ὑποπτήσσοντας, μὴ πόρρω τῆς σκέπης ἕκαστον ἀποτρέχειν. τούτων με οὐδὲν λέληθεν. ἀλλʼ ὁ πόθος πρᾶγμα βίαιον, καὶ ἐλπίσαι τὰ μὴ ἐνδεχόμενα καὶ ἐγχειρῆσαι τοῖς ἀδυνάτοις· μᾶλλον δὲ ἡ ἐπὶ Κύριον ἐλπὶς ἰσχυρότατον πάντων. οὐ γὰρ ἀλόγῳ ἐπιθυμίᾳ, ἀλλʼ ἰσχύϊ πίστεως προσδοκῶ καὶ πόρον ἐν ἀμηχάνοις φανήσεσθαι καὶ πάντων ῥᾳδίως σε τῶν κωλυμάτων περιγενήσεσθαι, πρὸς τὸ ἰδεῖν σε τὴν φιλτάτην τῶν ἐκκλησιῶν, καὶ μέντοι καὶ ὀφθῆναι παρʼ αὐτῆς· ὃ πάντων αὐτῇ τῶν ἀγαθῶν προτιμότατον, τῷ σῷ προσβλέψαι προσώπῳ καὶ τῆς σῆς ἀκοῦσαι φωνῆς. μὴ τοίνυν αὐτῇ τὰς ἐλπίδας ἀτελεῖς καταστήσῃς. καὶ γὰρ πέρυσιν ἀπὸ τῆς Συρίας ἐπανελθών, ἣν ἐδεξάμην ἐπαγγελίαν, ταύτην διακομίσας, πῶς οἴει μετέωρον αὐτὴν κατέστησα ταῖς ἐλπίσι; μὴ οὖν εἰς ἄλλον καιρὸν ὑπέρθῃ τὴν ἐπίσκεψιν αὐτῆς, ὦ θαυμάσιε. καὶ γὰρ ἐὰν ᾖ δυνατὸν ἰδεῖν αὐτήν ποτε, ἀλλʼ οὐχὶ καὶ μεθʼ ἡμῶν, οὓς ἐπείγει ἡ νόσος ἀπᾶραι λοιπὸν τοῦ ὀδυνηροῦ τούτου βίου.