2010 - Vol. 38
Word Beat Upon My Heart
Augustine of Hippo
I love you, Lord, not doubtingly, but with absolute certainty. Your
Word beat upon my heart until I fell in love with you, and now the universe
and everything in it tells me to love you, and tells the same thing to
us all, so that we are without excuse.
And what do I love when I love you? Not physical beauty, or the grandeur
of our existence in time, or the radiance of light that pleases the eye,
or the sweet melody of old familiar songs, or the fragrance of flowers
and ointments and spices, or the taste of manna or honey, or the arms we
like to use to clasp each other. None of these do I love when I love my
God. Yet there is a kind of light, and a kind of melody, and a kind of
fragrance, and a kind of food, and a kind of embracing, when I love my
God. They are the kind of light and sound and odor and food and love that
affect the senses of the inner man. There is another dimension of life
in which my soul reflects a light that space itself cannot contain. It
hears melodies that never fade with time. It inhales lovely scents that
are not blown away by the wind. It eats without diminishing or consuming
the supply. It never gets separated from the embrace of God and never gets
tired of it. That is what I love when I love my God.
And what is my God? I asked the earth and it replied, “I am not he”;
and everything in it said the same thing. I asked the sea ... I asked the
heavens, the sun, the moon and stars. They said to me, “Neither are we
the God you seek.” I said to all the sensory objects that cluster
around my body and cause it to react, “You speak of God and say you are
not he. Then tell me something about him.” And they all cried out with
a loud voice, “He made us!” I questioned them by fixing my attention on
them, and their beauty was their answer.
Then I turned to myself and said, “Who are you?” And I replied, “A man.”
But in me are present both body and soul, one exterior, the other interior.
Which should I impress to help me find my God? With my physical apparatus
I had already searched for him from earth to sky, as far as the eye could
see. But the interior equipment is better. The messengers of my body delivered
to it the answer of heaven and earth and everything in them when they told
me, “We are not God,” and “He made us.” The inner man knows these
things by means of the ministering of the outer man. The inner “I” knows
them; I, the soul, know them through the senses of the body. So I asked
the whole frame of the universe about God and it answered back, “I am not
he, but he made me.”
The truth is, there is one mediator whom you in your hidden mercy have
revealed to the meek and lowly, and have sent as an example of humility
to be followed. That is the mediator between God and man, the Man Christ
Jesus, who has appeared between mortal sinners and the immortal Just One.
As men are, he was mortal; as God is, he was just. And because righteousness
issues in life and peace, he, through his righteousness with God, nullified
the death of justified sinners by sharing their lot with them....
How much you loved us, Good Father, who spared not your own Son but
gave him up for us sinners! How much you loved us, since it was on our
behalf that he, who thought it no robbery to be equal with you, submitted
himself to the death of the cross. He alone was free among the dead because
he was free to lay down his life to take it again. For us he was both victor
and victim, or should I say, victor because victim.... By being born your
Son, and then becoming a slave to serve us, he made us to become your sons.
So I have good reason for my strong hope in him who sits at your right
hand and makes intercession for us. If I didn't have that hope I would
be desperate. But I believe that in him you heal all my weaknesses, and
they are many and great ... but your medicine is even greater. It would
be easy to think that your Word is too remote for any communication with
man. It would be easy to despair, had not the Word become flesh to dwell
in our midst.
[This excerpt from the Confessions
of Saint Augustine was translated by Sherwood Eliot Wirth, Love
Song, Harper & Row, New York, 1971, p. 124-128]
Bio of Augustine
Augustine was born in 345 in the town of Tagaste, in Roman North Africa,
in what is today Algeria. His mother was Monica, a very devout Christian
who had a significant influence on her son’s life. His father, named Patricius,
was a pagan of significant status in society. Patricius became a Christian
shortly before his death.
was educated at Carthage where he enjoyed academic success. He also enjoyed
the party life, and at the age of 17 fell in love with a woman whom he
never named. They lived together unmarried for 13 years and had a son whom
Augustine named Adeodatus, meaning “gift from God.” His son died in his
the age of 19, after reading Cicero's Hortensiusat, Augustine fell
in love with philosophy. He later wrote, “It gave me different values and
priorities. Suddenly every vain hope became empty to me, and I longed for
the immortality of wisdom with an incredible ardour in my heart.” While
he pursued Platonic philosophy and the theology of the Manichaens, a Christian
heretical sect, he became restless for truth and virtue.
Painting by Michael O'Brien
before his 30th birthday, Augustine encountered Ambrose, the saintly bishop
of Milan. Augustine was moved by Ambrose’s example and his inspired teaching
and preaching of the gospel. At the age of 32 Augustine found peace with
God and was baptized by Ambrose during the Easter liturgy in 387. Augustine
returned to North Africa and formed a monastic community with a group of
friends. He was ordained a priest in 391 and became a noted preacher. In
396 he reluctantly became a bishop and remained the bishop of Hippo until
his death in 430. He left his monastic community, but continued to lead
a monastic life with the parish priests of Hippo in his episcopal residence.
Augustine died on August 28, 430, during the siege of Hippo by the Vandals.
was a prolific writer and original thinker. His numerous writings, including
theological treatises, sermons, scripture commentaries, and philosophical
dialogues, number into the hundreds. His autobiography, the Confessions,
was considerded the first Western autobiography. It was highly read among
his contemporaries and has continued as a classic throughout the ages.
is one of the most important figures in the development of Western Christianity.
He is esteemed as a great Latin church father and a Doctor of the Roman
Catholic Church. Many Protestants consider him to be one of the theological
fathers of Reformation teaching. Among Orthodox he is called St. Augustine