History of the FranksGregory, Bishop of Tours, Saint
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History of the Franks
Gregory, Bishop of Tours, Saint
France -- Church history -- To 987; France -- History -- To 987; Franks -- History -- To 768
from a deep sleep, he stirred and opened his eyes and lifted his
hands and said: “Merciful God, why hast Thou allowed me to return to
this gloomy place of life on earth, since Thy mercy in heaven would
be better for me than vile life in this world.” His people were
wonderstruck and asked what such a prodigy could mean, but he made
no answer to their questions. He rose from the bier, feeling no harm
from the painful experience he had suffered, and continued for three
days without the support of food or drink. On the third day he called
the monks and his mother and said: “Listen, dear ones, and understand
that what you look upon in this world is nothing but it is like the
prophet Solomon’s song, ‘All is vanity.’ Happy is he who can live
in the world so as to deserve to see the glory of God in heaven.”
Having said this he began to doubt whether to say more or be silent.
When he said no more he was beset by the entreaties of his brethren
to tell what he had seen, and he went on: “Four days ago when my
cell quivered and you saw me lifeless, I was seized by two angels
and carried up to the high heavens, so that I thought I had under
my feet not only this filthy world but the sun also, and the moon,
the clouds and the stars. Then I was taken through a door brighter
than this light into that dwelling in which all the pavement was
like shining gold and silver, a brightness and spaciousness beyond
description, and such a multitude of both sexes was there that the
length and breadth of the throng could not be seen. A way was made
for me through the press by the angels who guided me, and we came to
a place which I had already seen from a distance; a cloud hung over
it brighter than any light, in which no sun or moon or star could
be seen, but excelling all these it gleamed more brightly than the
light of nature, and a voice came out of the cloud like a voice of
many waters. Then I, a sinner, was humbly greeted by men in priestly
and worldly dress who, my guides told me, were martyrs and confessors
whom we worship here with the greatest reverence. I stood where I was
bidden and a very sweet odor enveloped me so that I was refreshed by
this sweetness and up to the present have wanted no food or drink.
And I heard a voice saying: ‘Let him return to the world since he is
necessary to our churches.’ It was only the voice that was heard, for
it could not be seen who spoke. And I threw myself on the pavement
and said with loud weeping: ‘Alas, Alas, Lord, why didst Thou show
me this if I was to be deprived of it. Behold to-day Thou wilt cast
me out from Thy face to return to the sinful world and never be able
to return here again. I beseech Thee, Lord, not to take Thy mercy
from me but permit me to stay here and not fall thither and perish.’
And the voice which spoke to me said: ‘Go in peace, for I am your
keeper until I bring you back to this place.’ Then I was left alone
by my companions and departed weeping by the gate by which I entered
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