(5TH CENT.)
[Commemorated by the Greeks on this day, and introduced into the
Roman Martyrology by Clement the VIII. Authority: a life in Simeon
Metaphrastes of uncertain date.]
In the Court of Constantine the Great at Byzantium was a senator named
Xenophon, a devout Christian, whose wife's name was Mary. They had two
sons whom they loved as the apples of their eyes, John and Arcadius.
These sons were destined for the law, and after they had finished their
education in Greek at home, Xenophon sent them in a ship destined for
Berytus, to be there instructed in law, that being then a great legal
school. At the time of their departure, Xenophon was sick nigh unto
death, and he bade them farewell from his bed. The young men had not
been many days at sea before a violent tempest burst upon them, and the
vessel was speedily reduced to a wreck. The brothers cast their arms
round each other's necks and kissing, bade one another farewell. Then
the wreck broke up on a reef, and in the havoc of the waves rending the
fragile ship, they lost sight of one another. However, it fell out that
both reached the land on broken pieces of the vessel, but they were cast
up so far apart that each supposed that he alone was saved. John came
ashore not far from a monastery, into which he was hospitably received,
and where he was well cared for till he had recovered the exhaustion
consequent on battling with the waves for life. In the monastery John
found a calm and cheerfulness such as he had not experienced in the
world; it seemed to him a peaceful refuge for the storm-tossed soul as
well as for the shipwrecked body, and he resolved to remain there as a
monk.
Arcadius had also come ashore; he made his way to Jerusalem, in great
trouble of mind, having lost in the vessel all the money his father had
given him wherewith to prosecute his studies, and above all, his
brother. Now alone and poor, he knew not whither to go, and what to do.
Then one day he came to a monastery governed by an aged abbot, who
comforted him, and urged him to despise the world, and seek rest in God.
Arcadius remembered how, as a little boy, he had heard his father
descant on the peace of the cloister and the happiness of monastic life.
He therefore gladly assumed the habit, and bent his head for the
tonsure.
Now at Byzantium, Xenophon had recovered of his malady, and he and his
wife often communed together of their absent sons. Not hearing any news
of them, he sent a servant to Berytus to make enquiries. The servant
returned one day when Xenophon was at court, so that the mother, Mary,
was the first to hear of the loss of the vessel. The servant said that
it was feared at Berytus that all on board had perished. "The Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord," said
she.
Evening came, and with it returned her husband from the court, with a
crowd of servants and torch-bearers. He found supper spread, and his
wife awaiting him. He sat down, but noticing that she was grieved in
spirit, and that her eyes were full of tears, he asked the reason. She
changed the subject, and after a while, so as gently to break the news
to him, she said that the servant was on his way home. Xenophon started
from the table in agitation, and asked where he was. "How do you know
that he is here? he may have been delayed through sickness on the way,"
said Mary, restraining her grief with an effort. "But the letters, where
are the letters?" asked her husband, white with emotion. "Surely you can
delay reading them till tomorrow," said the wife; "eat your supper now,
at least, with a glad mind." Then her tears streamed down her cheeks.
Xenophon looked steadily at her, and asked in a low voice, "Is it well
with the boys?" Then she told him all. And Xenophon said, "The Lord's
name be praised who has given me such a prudent and self-constrained
wife," and instead of giving way, went to Mary and kissed her and
comforted her, for now that the need for control was removed, all her
mother's heart gave way in a passion of tears and sobs.
Xenophon and his wife had no rest. Were their children dead or alive?
That they must know; so they resolved to go together to Palestine to
find them alive or dead. On arriving at Jerusalem they visited the holy
places, and prayed everywhere that if it were the Lord's will, they
might see again once more the faces of their sons. One day in the street
they saw a servant they had given to the youths now wearing the monastic
habit; Xenophon fell down reverently before him, and when the man, full
of shame, implored him not to do so, "It is not you I reverence, but
your habit," said the nobleman. Then the man told him how the ship had
been wrecked, and how nearly all had perished, but he, escaping to land,
had taken the monastic profession upon him.
Three years had passed since John and Arcadius had sailed from
Byzantium, and the parents began to despair of hearing any tidings of
them, when one day they visited the monastery of the abbot who had
received Arcadius. The old man having heard their story, knew at once
that one of their sons was with him, and from what he had learned, he
conjectured that the other was alive in another house. He therefore bade
them be of good cheer, assuring them that their sons lived, and he bade
them meet him on a certain day upon Mount Calvary, by which time he
would be supplied with further information.
Now it fell out that John was then in Jerusalem visiting the scenes of
the Passion. The aged abbot sent for him and spake with him, and soon
learned that his suspicions were correct, and that he was the brother of
his monk. Arcadius at this moment arrived. The abbot said to John,
"Brother, what is thy history, I pray thee relate it to me." So John
began, "I am the son of wealthy parents in Byzantium, who sent me with
my brother to Berytus, to study law; I loved my brother as my own soul.
He was dearer to me than my life. On our voyage a storm fell on us, and
the vessel was wrecked, then my brother Arcadius and I"--hereat Arcadius
trembled, and extended his hands, and fell at the feet of the abbot, and
stammered forth, "It is my brother, my brother!" And when John heard his
voice, he knew him; but they knew each other not before, for they were
both cowled, and greatly altered through fasting. And the brothers
lifted up their voices and wept, and embraced each other with exceeding
joy. Then the abbot said, "My sons, I bid you be silent and restrain
yourselves. Your parents come this way, and too great joy falling too
suddenly upon them may be more than they can bear, therefore I say unto
you, refrain yourselves awhile." Hardly had he done speaking, and the
two monks had fallen behind, before Xenophon came up Calvary, leading
Mary.
They were much aged by care. They came on with their wistful eyes fixed
on the old abbot; and scarce regarded the monks who followed him, for
their thoughts were on what he had to tell them. They cried, "Where are
our dear sons, father?" Then the abbot said, "Rejoice, my children,
rejoice and praise the Lord! your sons are found. Now go and prepare a
feast, and I will come shortly with my two disciples whom you see here,
and when we have eaten, I will bring your sons to your arms."
Now when Xenophon and Mary heard this, they were filled with joy, and
they hasted and made ready a feast, and the abbot came, he and his two
disciples, and they sat down and did eat. But all the while, as Arcadius
and John heard the dear voices of father and mother, they shook with
suppressed emotion, and turned their heads aside, and bowed them on
their breasts, that the tears might trickle unseen. And as they ate, the
conversation turned to the holy lives of the ascetics in the monasteries
and lauras of Palestine. "Oh" said Xenophon; "how peaceful and glad of
heart are all there; methinks there the word of the prophet is
fulfilled, that the desert should bloom as a rose. Right glad should I
be, were my dear boys to seek such blessed places of heavenly
consolation, and lying down in those green pastures, there find rest."
"But if they were to do this, thou wouldst be deprived of their
society," said the abbot.
"That matters not," said Xenophon; "If I could but see their faces
again, and know that they had set their hearts on God alone, I should be
comforted."
"And now," said the abbot; "let one of these monks speak, and say why he
has entered on the monastic life." Thereupon Arcadius began with
faltering voice: "I and my brother here present were born at Byzantium,
of good Christian parents, and the name of the one was Xenophon, and the
name of the other was Mary."
Upon this the father and mother uttered a cry, and ran, and they were
locked in the embrace of their children.
The abbot stood by and saw with joy their tears and kisses; and after a
while he said, "Give glory to God!" so they raised their hands and eyes
to heaven, and praised Him who had brought them together again.
But now that Xenophon and his wife had found their children, they felt
that there was nothing more for which they cared on earth, and they also
went into solitude, and served God in fasting and prayers night and day.
Thus the whole family laboured with one heart for one end, the salvation
of their souls and the glory of God; and though separated in body, they
were united in heart, and now they dwell together in the Paradise of
God.