Letter 145: Jerome advises Exuperantius, a Roman soldier, to come to Bethlehem and with his brother Quintilian to become a monk. According to Palladius (H. L.

JeromeExuperantius|c. 418 AD|jerome
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Travel & mobility; Slavery or captivity; Military conflict

Jerome to Exuperantius — greetings.

The greatest gift my friendship with your brother Quintilian has given me is this: it has introduced me, in the spirit, to you — a man I have not met in person. Only a man of real quality wears the uniform of a soldier while doing the work of a prophet; only a man of genuine interiority can present one face to the world and possess a completely different one inside, formed by the image of the Creator.

So I come forward boldly and challenge you to an exchange of letters. Write to me often; give me something to respond to; let me, in the future, feel less awkward about writing first.

For now, a single point. Paul says: "Are you bound to a wife? Do not seek to be free. Are you free from a wife? Do not seek a wife" (1 Corinthians 7:27). Note the logic: the man who has contracted the obligations of marriage is bound, and the bound man is a slave. The man who is free is free. Since you, as I understand it, are free — since your life is already better than your uniform suggests, since you are already on the rooftop that the Lord describes — you should not come down to retrieve your belongings (Matthew 24:17). You should not look behind you. You should not, having put your hand to the plow, release it (Luke 9:62).

Imitate Joseph, who ran from his Egyptian mistress and left his garment in her hands (Genesis 39:12), escaping naked rather than remaining clothed in what was not truly his. Naked, follow your Lord and Savior. For He himself says: "Whoever does not renounce all that he has cannot be my disciple" (Luke 14:33).

Come to Bethlehem, if you can bring yourself to leave the army. Bring Quintilian. We have room for men who have decided to fight a different kind of battle — one that offers no pay, no promotion, no imperial approval, and (I will be honest with you) no comfortable bed. But the enemy, when you have finally defeated him, stays defeated.

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

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