Letter 44: (Eusebius, having in response to the appeal referred to above, betaken himself to Cæsarea, the Elder Gregory, though in very feeble health, resolved to attend the Synod in person, that Basil's Election might be secured by their joint exertions, Gregory the Younger sent the following letter by his father to explain to his friend the reason why he...
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Where do I even begin to praise you? What name could possibly do you justice? Pillar and foundation of the Church? A light in the world — to use the apostle's own words? A crown of glory to what remains of Christendom? A gift of God? The bulwark of your country? The standard of faith? The ambassador of truth? All of these and more — and I'll prove these aren't empty compliments by what happens next.
What rain ever came so perfectly timed to parched earth? What water from the rock ever refreshed the wanderers in the wilderness like this? What bread of angels was ever so needed? When did Jesus ever appear so perfectly to His drowning disciples, calming the sea and saving the perishing, as you have appeared to us in our exhaustion and distress — when we were practically shipwrecked?
I won't dwell on every detail — how you filled the souls of the faithful with courage and joy, how many you pulled back from despair.
But our mother church — I mean Caesarea — is truly casting off her widow's garments at the sight of you, putting on her robe of joy again, and she'll be even more radiant when she receives a pastor worthy of her, worthy of her former bishops, and worthy of your hands.
You see the state of our affairs. You see what a miracle your zeal has accomplished, your labor, your godly plainspokenness. Age is renewed. Disease is conquered. Those who were bedridden are leaping up. The weak are girded with power.
By all of this, I'm confident: the One who began this good work in you will bring it to completion.
Ep. XLIV.
(Eusebius, having in response to the appeal referred to above, betaken himself to Cæsarea, the Elder Gregory, though in very feeble health, resolved to attend the Synod in person, that Basil's Election might be secured by their joint exertions, Gregory the Younger sent the following letter by his father to explain to his friend the reason why he had not come too. The date is about September of the year 379.)
Whence shall I begin your praises, and by what name shall I give you your right appellation? The pillar and ground of the church, or a light in the world, using the very words of the apostle, or a crown of glory to the remaining portion of christendom; or a gift of God, or the bulwark of your country, or the standard of faith, or the ambassador of truth, or all these at once, and more than all? And these excessive praises I will prove by what we shall see. What rain ever came so seasonably to a thirsty land, what water flowing out of the rock to those in the wilderness? What such Bread of Angels did ever man eat? When did Jesus the common Lord ever so seasonably present Himself to His drowning disciples, and tame the sea, and save the perishing, as you have shown yourself to us in our weariness and distress, and in our immediate danger as it were of shipwreck? I need not speak of other points, with what courage and joy you filled the souls of the orthodox, and how many you delivered from despair.
But our mother church, Cæsarea I mean, is now really putting off the garments of her widowhood at the sight of you, and putting on again her robe of cheerfulness, and will be yet more resplendent when she receives a pastor worthy of herself and of her former Bishops and of your hands. For you yourself see what is the state of our affairs, and what a miracle your zeal has wrought, and your toil, and your godly plainness of speech. Age is renewed, disease is conquered, they leap who were in their beds, and the weak are girded with power. By all this I guess that our matters too will turn out as we desire. You have my father, moreover, representing both himself and me, to put a glorious close to his whole life and to his venerable age by this present struggle on behalf of the Church. And I shall receive him back, I am well assured, strengthened by your prayers, and with youth renewed, for one must confidently commit all in faith to them. But if he should end his life in this anxiety, it would be no calamity to attain to such an end in such a cause. Pardon me, I beg of you, if I give way a little to the tongues of evil men, and delay a little to come and embrace you, and to complete in person what I now pass over of the praises due to you.
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Where do I even begin to praise you? What name could possibly do you justice? Pillar and foundation of the Church? A light in the world — to use the apostle's own words? A crown of glory to what remains of Christendom? A gift of God? The bulwark of your country? The standard of faith? The ambassador of truth? All of these and more — and I'll prove these aren't empty compliments by what happens next.
What rain ever came so perfectly timed to parched earth? What water from the rock ever refreshed the wanderers in the wilderness like this? What bread of angels was ever so needed? When did Jesus ever appear so perfectly to His drowning disciples, calming the sea and saving the perishing, as you have appeared to us in our exhaustion and distress — when we were practically shipwrecked?
I won't dwell on every detail — how you filled the souls of the faithful with courage and joy, how many you pulled back from despair.
But our mother church — I mean Caesarea — is truly casting off her widow's garments at the sight of you, putting on her robe of joy again, and she'll be even more radiant when she receives a pastor worthy of her, worthy of her former bishops, and worthy of your hands.
You see the state of our affairs. You see what a miracle your zeal has accomplished, your labor, your godly plainspokenness. Age is renewed. Disease is conquered. Those who were bedridden are leaping up. The weak are girded with power.
By all of this, I'm confident: the One who began this good work in you will bring it to completion.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.