Letter 156: 1. So far from being impatient at the length of your letter, I assure you I thought it even short, from the pleasure it gave me when reading it. For is there anything more pleasing than the idea of peace?

Brother Evagrius, Far from finding your letter too long, I actually wished it were longer -- it gave me that much pleasure. After all, what could be more welcome than the prospect of peace? What better suits our calling, or pleases the Lord more, than working to bring it about? May you receive the peacemaker's reward, since that blessed work is clearly what you've set your heart on. Believe me, my revered friend, no one wants more than I do to see the day when all who share the same faith gather in the same assembly. It would be monstrous to take any pleasure in the divisions tearing apart Christ's churches, rather than recognizing that the greatest good lies in knitting the members of his body back together. But here is the difficulty: my desire is real, and so is my inability. You know better than anyone that ailments which have matured over time can only be healed by time. What's more, a strong and thorough treatment is needed to get at the root of the problem. You'll understand what I'm hinting at, though there's really no reason I shouldn't speak plainly. When self-importance has taken root in someone's mind through long habit, it cannot be uprooted by one person, one letter, or a short span of time. Unless there is some arbiter whom all sides trust, the suspicions and clashes will never fully cease. If divine grace were poured out on me -- if I were given the power in word, deed, and spiritual gifts to prevail with these rival factions -- then perhaps you could demand such a bold attempt from me. Even then, I doubt you'd advise me to try adjusting things on my own, without the bishop on whom the care of the church principally falls. But he cannot come here, and I cannot easily undertake a long journey in winter -- or really at any time, given the state of my health. So while I embrace the goal you've set before me, I ask you to understand the practical obstacles. The will is there; what's lacking is the means.

ST. BASIL OF CAESAREA To the Presbyter Evagrius. 1. So far from being impatient at the length of your letter, I assure you I thought it even short, from the pleasure it gave me when reading it. For is there anything more pleasing than the idea of peace? Is anything more suitable to the sacred office, or more acceptable to the Lord, than to take measures for effecting it? May you have the reward of the peace-maker, since so blessed an office has been the object of your good desires and earnest efforts. At the same time, believe me, my revered friend, I will yield to none in my earnest wish and prayer to see the day when those who are one in sentiment shall all fill the same assembly. Indeed it would be monstrous to feel pleasure in the schisms and divisions of the Churches, and not to consider that the greatest of goods consists in the knitting together of the members of Christ's body. But, alas! My inability is as real as my desire. No one knows better than yourself, that time alone is the remedy of ills that time has matured. Besides, a strong and vigorous treatment is necessary to get at the root of the complaint. You will understand this hint, though there is no reason why I should not speak out. 2. Self-importance, when rooted by habit in the mind, cannot be destroyed by one man, by one single letter, or in a short time. Unless there be some arbiter in whom all parties have confidence, suspicions and collisions will never altogether cease. If, indeed, the influence of Divine grace were shed upon me, and I were given power in word and deed and spiritual gifts to prevail with these rival parties, then this daring experiment might be demanded of me; though, perhaps, even then, you would not advise me to attempt this adjustment of things by myself, without the co-operation of the bishop, on whom principally falls the care of the church. But he cannot come hither, nor can I easily undertake a long journey while the winter lasts, or rather I cannot anyhow, for the Armenian mountains will be soon impassable, even to the young and vigorous, to say nothing of my continued bodily ailments. I have no objection to write to tell him of all this; but I have no expectation that writing will lead to anything, for I know his cautious character, and after all written words have little power to convince the mind. There are so many things to urge, and to bear, and to reply to, and to object, that a letter has no soul, and is in fact but waste paper. However, as I have said, I will write. Only give me credit, most religious and dear brother, for having no private feeling in the matter. Thank God. I have no such feeling towards any one. I have not busied myself in the investigation of the supposed or real complaints which are brought against this or that man; so my opinion has a claim on your attention as that of one who really cannot act from partiality or prejudice. I only desire, through the Lord's good will, that all things may be done with ecclesiastical propriety. 3. I was vexed to find from my dear son Dorotheus, our associate in the ministry, that you had been unwilling to communicate with him. This was not the kind of conversation which you had with me, as well as I recollect. As to my sending to the West it is quite out of the question. I have no one fit for the service. Indeed, when I look round, I seem to have no one on my side. I can but pray I may be found in the number of those seven thousand who have not bowed the knee to Baal. I know the present persecutors of us all seek my life; yet that shall not diminish ought of the zeal which I owe to the Churches of God.

[Πρός: Εὐαγρίῳ πρεσβυτέρῳ] Τοσοῦτον ἀπέσχον τοῦ δυσχερᾶναι πρὸς τὸ μῆκος τῶν γραμμάτων, ὥστε καὶ μικρά μοι ἔδοξεν εἶναι ἡ ἐπιστολὴ ὑπὸ τῆς κατὰ τὴν ἀνάγνωσιν ἡδονῆς. τί γὰρ ἥδιον ἄκουσμα τοῦ τῆς εἰρήνης ὀνόματος; ἢ τί τοῦ ὑπὲρ τῶν τοιούτων βουλεύεσθαι ἱεροπρεπέστερον καὶ μᾶλλον τῷ Κυρίῳ κεχαρισμένον; σοὶ μὲν οὖν παράσχοι ὁ Κύριος τὸν μισθὸν τῆς εἰρηνοποιίας, οὕτω καλῶς προαιρουμένῳ καὶ σπουδαίως ἐγκειμένῳ πράγματι μακαριστῷ. ἡμᾶς δὲ νόμιζε, τιμία κεφαλή, ἕνεκα μὲν τοῦ προῃρῆσθαι καὶ εὔχεσθαι ἰδεῖν ποτὲ τὴν ἡμέραν ἐν ᾗ πάντες τὸν αὐτὸν πληρώσουσι σύλλογον, οἱ ταῖς διανοίαις ἀλλήλων μὴ ἀπεσχισμένοι, μηδενὶ παραχωρεῖν τῶν εἰς τὴν σπουδὴν τούτων πρωτείων. καὶ γὰρ ἂν εἴημεν ὡς ἀληθῶς πάντων ἀνθρώπων ἀτοπώτατοι, σχίσμασι καὶ κατατομαῖς ἐκκλησιῶν ἐφηδόμενοι, καὶ μὴ τὴν συνάφειαν τῶν μελῶν τοῦ σώματος τοῦ Χριστοῦ τὸ μέγιστον τῶν ἀγαθῶν τιθέμενοι. ὅσον μέντοι τῆς ἐπιθυμίας ἡμῖν περίεστι, τοσοῦτον γίνωσκε τῆς δυνάμεως ἐνδεῖν. οὐ γὰρ ἀγνοεῖ σου ἡ τελεία φρόνησις, ὅτι τὰ χρόνῳ κρατυνθέντα πάθη πρῶτον μὲν χρόνου δεῖται πρὸς τὴν διόρθωσιν, ἔπειτα ἰσχυρᾶς καὶ εὐτονωτέρας ἀγωγῆς, εἰ μέλλοι τις τοῦ βάθους αὐτοῦ καθικνεῖσθαι, ὥστε πρόρριζα ἐξελεῖν τῶν καμνόντων τὰ ἀρρωστήματα. οἶδας δὲ ὃ λέγω, καὶ εἰ δεῖ τρανότερον εἰπεῖν, οὐδεὶς ὁ φόβος. Τὴν φιλαυτίαν ἔθει μακρῷ ταῖς ψυχαῖς ἐρριζωθεῖσαν εἷς ἀνὴρ ἀνελεῖν οὐχ οἷός τε, οὐδʼ ἐπιστολὴ μία, οὐδὲ χρόνος βραχύς. τὰς γὰρ ὑπονοίας καὶ τὰς ἐξ ἀντιλογιῶν παρατριβὰς παντελῶς ἀναιρεθῆναι, μὴ ἀξιοπίστου τινὸς μεσιτεύοντος τῇ εἰρήνῃ, ἀμήχανον. καὶ εἰ μὲν ἐπέρρει ἡμῖν τὰ παρὰ τῆς χάριτος καὶ ἦμεν δυνατοὶ λόγῳ καὶ ἔργῳ καὶ τοῖς πνευματικοῖς χαρίσμασι δυσωπῆσαι τοὺς ἀντιδιατιθεμένους, ἔδει κατατολμῆσαι τοῦ τοσούτου πράγματος. τάχα δὲ οὐδʼ ἂν τότε συνεβούλευσας ἡμῖν μόνοις ἐλθεῖν ἐπὶ τὴν ἐπανόρθωσιν, ὄντος τοῦ ἐπισκόπου τῇ τοῦ Θεοῦ χάριτι, ᾧ ἡ φροντὶς ἀνῆκε προηγουμένως τῆς ἐκκλησίας· ὃν οὔτε αὐτὸν ἐλθεῖν πρὸς ἡμᾶς οἷόν τε, καὶ ἡμῖν ἀποδημήσειν τέως ὑπὸ τοῦ χειμῶνος οὐ ῥᾴδιον, μᾶλλον δὲ παντελῶς ἀδύνατον, οὐ μόνον καθότι τὸ σῶμά μοι ὑπὸ μακρᾶς ἀρρωστίας ἀπείρηκεν, ἀλλʼ ὅτι καὶ αἱ τῶν Ἀρμενιακῶν ὀρῶν αἱ ὑπερβάσεις μικρὸν ὕστερον ἄβατοι γίνονται καὶ τοῖς πάνυ καθʼ ἡλικίαν σφριγῶσι. γράμματι δὲ αὐτῷ σημᾶναι ταῦτα οὐ παραιτήσομαι. οὐ μέντοι προσδοκῶ τι ἐκ τῶν γραμμάτων ἀξιόλογον ἀποβήσεσθαι, τῆς τε τοῦ ἀνδρὸς ἀκριβείας στοχαζόμενος καὶ αὐτῆς τῆς φύσεως τῶν γραμμάτων· ὅτι οὐ πέφυκεν ἐναργῶς δύνασθαι δυσωπεῖν ὁ διαπεμπόμενος λόγος. πολλὰ γὰρ δεῖ εἰπεῖν, πολλὰ καὶ ἀντακοῦσαι, καὶ λῦσαι τὰ ὑποπίπτοντα, καὶ ἀνθυπενεγκεῖν τὰ ὑφορμοῦντα, ὧν οὐδὲν δύναται ὁ ἐν τοῖς γράμμασι λόγος, ἀργὸς καὶ ἄψυχος ἐν τῷ χάρτῃ διερριμμένος. Πλὴν ἀλλʼ, ὅπερ ἔφην, οὐκ ἀποκνήσω γράψαι. γίνωσκε μέντοι, ὡς ἀληθῶς εὐλαβέστατε καὶ πολυπόθητε ἡμῖν ἀδελφέ, ὅτι οὐδεμία μοι πρὸς οὐδένα τῇ τοῦ Θεοῦ χάριτι ἰδιάζουσά ἐστι φιλονεικία. οὐδὲ γὰρ πολυπραγμονήσας οἶδα τὰ ἐγκλήματα, οἷς ἕκαστος ὑπεύθυνος ἢ ἔστιν ἢ ὀνομάζεται. ὥστε οὕτως ὑμᾶς προσέχειν τῇ ἡμετέρᾳ διανοίᾳ προσήκει, ὡς μηδὲν ἡμῶν δυναμένων ποιῆσαι κατὰ πρόσκλισιν, μηδὲ προειλημμένων εἰς τὴν κατά τινων διαβολήν. μόνον εἰ εὐδοκία γένοιτο τοῦ Κυρίου ἐκκλησιαστικῶς πάντα καὶ ἀκολούθως πραχθῆναι. Ελύπησε δὲ ἡμᾶς ὁ ποθεινότατος υἱὸς Δωρόθεος ὁ συνδιάκονος, ἀπαγγείλας περὶ τῆς εὐλαβείας σου, ὅτι ὤκνησας μετασχεῖν αὐτῷ τῆς συνάξεως. καίτοι οὐ τοιαῦτα ἡμῖν ἦν τὰ ὡμιλημένα, εἴ τι ἐγὼ μέμνημαι. ἀποστεῖλαι μέντοι πρὸς τὴν δύσιν ἐμοὶ μὲν παντελῶς ἐστὶν ἀδύνατον, οὐδένα ἔχοντι τῶν εἰς τὴν διακονίαν ταύτην ἐπιτηδείων. τῶν δὲ αὐτόθεν ἀδελφῶν, ἐάν τις αἱρῆται τὸν ὑπὲρ τῶν ἐκκλησιῶν κόπον ἀναδέξασθαι, οἶδε δηλονότι καὶ πρὸς τίνας ὁρμήσει, καὶ ἐπὶ ποίῳ σκοπῷ, καὶ παρὰ τίνων ἐφοδιασθῇ τοῖς γράμμασι, καὶ ποταποῖς τούτοις. ἐγὼ μὲν γὰρ ἐν κύκλῳ περισκεψάμενος ὁρῶ μεθʼ ἑαυτοῦ οὐδένα. καὶ εὔχομαι μὲν τοῖς ἑπτακισχιλίοις ἐναριθμηθῆναι τοῖς μὴ κάμψασι γόνυ τῇ Βάαλ. πλὴν ὅτι ζητοῦσι καὶ ἡμῶν τὴν ψυχὴν οἱ πᾶσι τὰς ἑαυτῶν ἐπιβάλλοντες χεῖρας. οὐ μέντοι τούτου γε ἕνεκεν ἐλλείψομέν τι τῆς ὀφειλομένης σπουδῆς ταῖς τοῦ Θεοῦ ἐκκλησίαις.