Письмо XXXVII. Тому же

Again we received your precious letter with gifts, holy father, and again we tasted blessings equal to the previous ones, quenching with gifts the burning passions that blackened our soul - after all, before that we were saturated with clever speeches; We are convinced that you did not send gifts at random, and not in vain, and not as you had to, because in everything you walk together with mind and spirit, and even from food for the body you gave instructions to our soul; in writing we found the mother of all virtues, humility, by which good is born and preserved in the soul of the humble; and we shed tears profusely, considering how far a distance separated us from him. Your grief became a denial of the evils that possess us, and awakened our minds, immersed in a deep sleep, and exposed our memory, hidden under the veil of pompous conceit, and forced us to know ourselves and, in a small way, feel the burden of our own sins. And to some extent, it has made us partakers of wisdom, having recognized our misdeeds, if only it is truly said: “Those who know themselves [369] are wise” (Prov. 13:10). So continue unceasingly, honest father, to renew our minds with speeches, and with prayers to ask for deliverance from evils, so that you receive for this the reward given from God - complete cleansing of the soul and conscience. You might be interested in: