Letter 125: Rusticus, a young monk of Toulouse, (to be carefully distinguished from the recipient of Letter CXXII.) is advised by Jerome not to become an anchorite but to continue in a community. Rules are suggested for the monastic life and a vivid picture is drawn of the difference between a good monk and a bad. Incidentally Jerome indulges his spleen aga...

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Jerome to Rusticus the monk of Toulouse — greetings.

There is no happier man than the Christian, to whom the kingdom of heaven is promised. There is no man who struggles harder, for he goes daily in danger of his life. There is no stronger man, for he overcomes the devil. There is no weaker man, for he is overcome by the flesh. Both statements are proven by abundant examples. The thief believes upon the cross and hears: "Today you will be with me in paradise" (Luke 23:43). Judas falls from the heights of apostleship to the pit of ruin — not even the intimacy of the last supper, not even the washing of feet, not even the Lord's own kiss can save him once he has made up his mind to betray.

You ask whether you should become a hermit. My answer is no. Not yet. Perhaps not ever, for most people. The hermit's life is not a promotion from the common monastic life; it is a vocation for those who have mastered the common life first. A soldier who has never learned to fight in formation is not ready to fight alone. A monk who cannot keep the rule of a community, who cannot live in obedience, who cannot bear the friction of human companionship — this man will not find peace in a cell. He will find his own personality, amplified by silence, with no one to check it.

The monastic life I recommend is the common life: a community with a rule, with shared prayer and labor, with an abbot who can be obeyed. The rules I would suggest are these.

Work with your hands. Idleness is the enemy of the soul. The monk who sits and thinks without working is a monk who is either sleeping or inventing sins. Weave baskets. Copy manuscripts. Tend the garden. Work is not a punishment; it is a discipline, and a discipline that keeps the imagination tethered to the real.

Study. The monk who does not read is the monk who does not grow. Let the Psalter be always on your lips and the Scriptures always in your hands. As the farmer works, so the scholar must work — persistently, in all weathers, expecting the harvest to come late.

Eat little. Drink less. Sleep on a hard bed. Cold and hunger are better masters than comfort; they keep the mind alert and the spirit humble. But do not be competitive about mortification — the monk who fasts more aggressively than his brothers is already lost to vanity.

Obey your abbot even when he is wrong. This is not because abbots are always right; they are often wrong. It is because the discipline of obedience is not primarily about the abbot's correctness; it is about the monk's will. The man who has learned to submit to an imperfect human authority has learned something invaluable about his own pride.

About Rufinus, who has lately died: I will say nothing, since he is dead, and the dead deserve some mercy. I will say only that the controversy about Origen's works has not been made simpler by the translations he produced, and that those of us who have labored to set the record straight have had a great deal more work to do as a result. But enough. The man is gone. Move on.

Come to a monastery. Stay there. Work, pray, study, and obey. This is the whole life. It is enough.

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

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