Augustine of Hippo
I wish to convey to every future generation the work of Your hand. What has Your hand brought about? I must impart the same grace to those yet to be born: to each person arriving in the world, remember that your existence and your calling stem from God; your sins and merits belong to God alone. The discipline you face is what you rightfully deserve, and when the time for reward arrives, it will be the fruit of His gifts, not a result of your own deeds. To every generation yet to come, I say: you have come forth from bondage, you are descendants of Adam. I declare to future generations that it is not by my strength or my righteousness, but by Your power and righteousness, O God, extended to all that You have created. How immense is Your power and Your righteousness!
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Does it not even reach humanity? Indeed, it encompasses the greatest and most wondrous acts You have accomplished. The heights belong to the heavens, where the Angels, Thrones, Lordships, Dominiums, Beginnings, and Authorities reside. To You, they owe their very existence, their life, their righteousness, and their blessedness. How vast is Your power and righteousness? Even to the most extraordinary feats performed by Your hand. Do not imagine that grace belongs to humanity alone. What was the Angel before his creation? And what is an Angel who turns away from the Creator? Thus, Your power and justice extend to the highest beings You have fashioned.
And humanity exalts itself, hearing the serpent whisper, “Taste, and ye shall be as gods” (Gen. 3:5). Are humans truly like gods? O God, who is comparable to You? Not in the abyss, nor in the depths of hell, nor on earth, nor among the heavens, for all that You have made. Why does the created contend against the Creator? O God, who is like unto You? And I, wretched Adam, who represents every human, have foolishly sought to be like You, and in my folly, I have become lost, crying out to You from my captivity. I, who thrived under a benevolent king, find myself ensnared by my own deceiver. I plead with You because I have strayed from Your ways. And from where have I turned away? Although I foolishly strive to emulate You...
Wretched, lost, malevolent, destined for death, I have wandered from the path of righteousness: behold, I break the commandment, casting aside the yoke of discipline, inflating my pride, abandoning the reins of guidance. And where am I now? Truly, the captive cries out: O Lord, who is like You? I foolishly aspired to be like You, and now I am but a beast! Under Your reign and authority, I was indeed akin to You. Yet the honorable man failed to realize he was likened to mindless beasts. Now, may the image of the beast call out, albeit too late, and proclaim, O God, who is like unto You?