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CHAPTER XV
OF THE PERILS OF HIS ABBEY AND OF THE REASONS FOR THE WRITING OF THIS HIS
LETTER
REFLECTING often upon all these things, I determined
to make provision for those sisters and to undertake their care in every way I
could. Furthermore, in order that they might have the greater reverence for me,
I arranged to watch over them in person. And since now the persecution carried
on by my sons was greater and more incessant than that which I formerly
suffered at the hands of my brethren, I returned frequently to the nuns,
fleeing the rage of the tempest as to a haven of peace. There, indeed, could I
draw breath for a little in quiet, and among them my labours were fruitful, as
they never were among the monks. All this was of the utmost benefit to me in
body and soul, and it was equally essential for them by reason of their
weakness.
But now has Satan beset me to such an extent that I no longer know where I may
find rest, or even so much as live. I am driven hither and yon, a fugitive and
a vagabond, even as the accursed Cain (Gen. iv. 14). I have already said that
"without were fightings, within were fears" (II Cor. vii. 5), and
these torture me ceaselessly, the fears being indeed without as well as within,
and the fightings wheresoever there are fears. Nay, the persecution carried on
by my sons rages against me more perilously and continuously than that of my
open enemies, for my sons I have always with me, and I am ever exposed to their
treacheries. The violence of my enemies I see in the danger to my body if I
leave the cloister; but within it I am compelled incessantly to endure the
crafty machinations as well as the open violence of those monks who are called
my sons, and who are entrusted to me as their abbot, which is to say their
father.
Oh. how often have they tried to kill me with poison, even as the monks sought
to slay St. Benedict! Methinks the same reason which led the saint to abandon
his wicked sons might encourage me to follow the example of so great a father,
lest, in thus exposing myself to certain peril, I might be deemed a rash
tempter of God rather than a lover of Him, nay, lest it might even be judged
that I had thereby taken my own life. When I had safeguarded myself to the best
of my ability, so far as my food and drink were concerned, against their daily
plottings, they sought to destroy me in the very ceremony of the altar by
putting poison in the chalice. One day, when I had gone to Nantes to visit the
count, who was then sick, and while I was sojourning awhile in the house of one
of my brothers in the flesh, they arranged to poison me with the connivance of
one of my attendants believing that I would take no precautions to escape such
a plot. But divine providence so ordered matters that I had no desire for the
food which was set before me; one of the monks whom I had brought with me ate
thereof, not knowing that which had been done, and straightway fell dead. As
for the attendant who had dared to undertake this crime, he fled in terror
alike of his own conscience and of the clear evidence of his guilt.
After this, as their wickedness was manifest to every one, I began openly in
every way I could to avoid the danger with which their plots threatened me,
even to the extent of leaving the abbey and dwelling with a few others apart in
little cells. If the monks knew beforehand that I was going anywhere on a
journey, they bribed bandits to waylay me on the road and kill me. And while I
was struggling in the midst of these dangers, it chanced one day that the hand
of the Lord smote me a heavy blow, for I fell from my horse, breaking a bone in
my neck, the injury causing me greater pain and weakness than my former wound.
Using excommunication as my weapon to coerce the untamed rebelliousness of the
monks, I forced certain ones among them whom I particularly feared to promise
me publicly, pledging their faith or swearing upon the sacrament, that they
would thereafter depart from the abbey and no longer trouble me in any way. Shamelessly
and openly did they violate the pledges they had given and their sacramental
oaths, but finally they were compelled to give this and many other promises
under oath, in the presence of the count and the bishops, by the authority of
the Pontiff of Rome, Innocent, who sent his own legate for this special
purpose. And yet even this did not bring me peace. For when I returned to the
abbey after the expulsion of those whom I have just mentioned, and entrusted
myself to the remaining brethren, of whom I felt less suspicion, I found them
even worse than the others. I barely succeeded in escaping them, with the aid
of a certain nobleman of the district, for they were planning, not to poison me
indeed, but to cut my throat with a sword. Even to the present time I stand
face to face with this danger, fearing the sword which threatens my neck so
that I can scarcely draw a free breath between one meal and the next. Even so
do we read of him who, reckoning the power and heaped-up wealth of the tyrant
Dionysius as a great blessing, beheld the sword secretly hanging by a hair
above his head, and so learned what kind of happiness comes as the result of
worldly power (Cicer. 5, Tusc.) Thus did I too learn by constant experience, I
who had been exalted from the condition of a poor monk to the dignity of an
abbot, that my wretchedness increased with my wealth; and I would that the
ambition of those who voluntarily seek such power might be curbed by my
example.
And now, most dear brother in Christ and comrade closest to me in the intimacy
of speech, it should suffice for your sorrows and the hardships you have
endured that I have written this story of my own misfortunes, amid which I have
toiled almost from the cradle. For so, as I said in the beginning of this
letter, shall you come to regard your tribulation as nought, or at any rate as
little, in comparison with mine, and so shall you bear it more lightly in
measure as you regard it as less. Take comfort ever in the saying of Our Lord,
what he foretold for his followers at the hands of the followers of the devil:
"If they have persecuted me, they will also persecute you (John xv. 20). If
the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated vou. If ye were of
the world, the world would love his own" (ib. 18-19). And the apostle
says: "All that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer
persecution" (II Tim. iii. 12). And elsewhere he says: "I do not seek
to please men. For if I yet pleased men I should not be the servant of
Christ" (Galat. i. 10). And the Psalmist says: "They who have been
pleasing to men have been confounded, for that God hath despised them."
Commenting on this, St. Jerome, whose heir methinks I am in the endurance of
foul slander, says in his letter to Nepotanius: "The apostle says: 'If I
yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ.' He no longer seeks to
please men, and so is made Christ's servant" (Epist. 2). And again, in his
letter to Asella regarding those whom he was falsely accused of loving: "I
give thanks to my God that I am worthy to be one whom the world hates"
(Epist. 99). And to the monk Heliodorus he writes: "You are wrong,
brother. You are wrong if you think there is ever a time when the Christian
does not suffer persecution. For our adversary goes about as a roaring lion
seeking what he may devour, and do you still think of peace? Nay, he lieth in
ambush among the rich."
Inspired by those records and examples, we should endure our persecutions all
the more steadfastly the more bitterly they harm us. We should not doubt that
even if they are not according to our deserts, at least they serve for the
purifying of our souls. And since all things are done in accordance with the
divine ordering, let every one of true faith console himself amid all his
afflictions with the thought that the great goodness of God permits nothing to
be done without reason, and brings to a good end whatsoever may seem to happen
wrongfully. Wherefore rightly do all men say: "Thy will be done." And
great is the consolation to all lovers of God in the word of the Apostle when
he says: "We know that all things work together for good to them that love
God" (Rom. viii. 28). The wise man of old had this in mind when he said in
his Proverbs: "There shall no evil happen to the just" (Prov. xii.
21). By this he clearly shows that whosoever grows wrathful for any reason
against his sufferings has therein departed from the way of the just, because
he may not doubt that these things have happened to him by divine dispensation.
Even such are those who yield to their own rather than to the divine purpose,
and with hidden desires resist the spirit which echoes in the words, "Thy
will be done," thus placing their own will ahead of the will of God. Farewell.