To Jobius, Presbyter and Archimandrite.

CXXVII. To Jobius, Presbyter and Archimandrite. 1930

The patriarch Abraham won a victory in his old age. 1931 The great Moses was now an old man when, so long as he stretched out his hands in prayer, he vanquished Amalek. 1932 The divine Samuel 1933 was an old man when he put the aliens to flight. These are emulated by your venerable old age. In our wars for true religion’s sake you are playing the man, and championing the cause of the gospel doctrines, and putting young men in the shade by the vigour of your spirit.

I rejoice to hear it, and am glad, and long to embrace your right venerable gray hairs. This I cannot do, for your reverence is kept at home by your years, and I am kept in durance here by the imperial decree. But I cheat my love by this letter, and give your piety this most loving embrace. I call upon you in your prayers to help the churches now whelmed in the storm, and to win for me the divine support, assailed as I am for the sake of the doctrines of the gospel, and standing sorely in need of help from above.