Letter 45: After leaving Rome for the East, Jerome writes to Asella to refute the calumnies by which he had been assailed, especially as regards his intimacy with Paula and Eustochium. Written on board ship at Ostia, in August, 385 A.D. 1.

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Letter 45: To Asella (385 AD)

[Written on board ship at Ostia, as Jerome was leaving Rome for good in August 385. This is one of the most emotionally charged of Jerome's letters — a furious, wounded defense against the calumnies that had driven him from the city. His enemies had attacked his intimacy with Paula and Eustochium, and Jerome writes to Asella (the ascetic virgin he most respected) to clear his name.]

1. If I thought myself able to repay your kindness, I would be a fool. God alone can reward a soul consecrated to him. And indeed, I am so unworthy of your esteem that I have never dared even to measure its value, let alone wish for it. Some people consider me a villain loaded with sin — and given my actual sins, the description may not be far wrong. But you do well to treat the wicked as though they might be good. It is dangerous to judge another man's servant [Romans 14:4], and speaking evil of the righteous is a sin not easily pardoned. The day will surely come when you and I will mourn for others — for more than a few will be in the flames.

2. I am called an impostor, a slippery fraud, a man who lies and deceives by satanic arts. Which is safer, I ask: to invent such charges against innocent people, or to refuse to believe them even about the guilty? Some people kissed my hands while striking at me with the tongues of vipers — sympathy on their lips, malicious glee in their hearts. The Lord saw them and held them in derision, reserving both me and them for the judgment to come. One attacked my walk; another found something wrong with my laugh; another took issue with my facial expression; another was suspicious of my plainness of manner. For nearly three years this was the company I kept.

I found myself constantly surrounded by women — consecrated virgins to whom I taught the sacred Scriptures as best I could. Our studies led to regular contact, regular contact bred familiarity, and familiarity produced mutual trust. Let anyone say if they ever saw anything in my conduct unbecoming a Christian. Did I ever take anyone's money? Did I not refuse every gift, large and small? Did the clink of a single coin ever sound in my hand [1 Samuel 12:3]? Was my language ever ambiguous, my eye ever wandering? No — my sex is my only crime, and even that is not held against me except when rumors fly that Paula is going to Jerusalem.

Very well, then. They believed my accuser when he lied. Why don't they believe him when he retracts? The same man who charged me now clears me — and yet his retraction gets less credit than his original lie.

No one should be surprised that I have detractors when the Lord himself was slandered. What matters is that my conscience is clear. Our real concern should not be what people say but what we actually are. "Blessed are you," says the Lord, "when men revile you and persecute you and speak all manner of evil against you falsely for my sake" [Matthew 5:11].

3. All I ask is this: let people who have been my judges now be my witnesses. Let them state, on their conscience and before God, whether I have done anything unworthy of a man in my profession. If I have been too fond of fine dining or elegant clothes; if any woman who met me ever saw a glint in my eye — then let them say so. My one fault, my one offense, was that I was a man.

And even that charge was only raised when Paula prepared to leave for Jerusalem. Before my departure, I ask only one thing, since I will not be returning: receive this letter as a testimony. And tell those maligners who dog my steps that none of them was ever charged with a crime — while I, who am charged, will stand before the tribunal of Christ, where it will become clear what kind of life each of us has led.

Farewell in Christ, and remember me.

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

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