Chapter 15

ANTHONY: Methinketh, cousin, that this persecution shall not only,
as I said before, try men's hearts when it cometh and make them
know their own affections--whether they have a corrupt greedy
covetous mind or not--but also the very fame and expectation of it
may teach them this lesson, ere ever the thing fall upon them
itself. And this may be to their no little fruit, if they have the
wit and the grace to take it in time while they can. For now may
they find sure places to lay their treasure in, so that all the
Turk's army shall never find it out.

VINCENT: Marry, uncle, that way they will not forget, I warrant
you, as near as their wits will serve them. But yet have I known
some who have ere this thought that they had hid their money safe
and sure enough, digging it full deep in the ground, and yet have
missed it when they came again and found it digged out and carried
away to their hands.

ANTHONY: Nay, from their hands, I think you would say. And it was
no marvel. For some such have I known, too, but they have hid their
goods foolishly in such place as they were well warned before that
they should not. And that were they warned by him whom they well
knew for such a one as knew well enough what would come of it.

VINCENT: Then were they more than mad. But did he tell them too
where they should have hid it, to make it sure?

ANTHONY: Yea, by St. Mary, did he! For else he would have told
them but half a tale. But he told them a whole tale, bidding them
that they should in no wise hide their treasure in the ground. And
he showed them a good cause, for there thieves dig it out and steal
it away.

VINCENT: Why, where should they hide it, then, said he? For
thieves may hap to find it out in any place.

ANTHONY: Forsooth, he counselled them to hide their treasure in
heaven and there lay it up, for there it shall lie safe. For
thither, he said, there can no thief come, till he have left his
theft and become a true man first. And he who gave this counsel
knew well enough what he said, for it was our Saviour himself, who
in the sixth chapter of St. Matthew saith, "Hoard not up your
treasures in earth, where the rust and the moth fret it out and
where thieves dig it out and steal it away. But hoard up your
treasures in heaven, where neither the rust nor the moth fret them
out, and where thieves dig them not out nor steal them away. For
where thy treasure is, there is thine heart too."

If we would well consider these words of our Saviour Christ,
methinketh we should need no more counsel at all, nor no more
comfort either, concerning the loss of our temporal substance in
this Turk's persecution for the faith. For here our Lord in these
words teacheth us where we may lay up our substance safe, before
the persecution come. If we put it into the poor men's bosoms,
there shall it lie safe, for who would go search a beggar's bag for
money? If we deliver it to the poor for Christ's sake, we deliver
it unto Christ himself. And then what persecutor can there be, so
strong as to take it out of his hand?

VINCENT: These things, uncle, are undoubtedly so true that no man
can with words wrestle therewith. But yet ever there hangeth in a
man's heart a lothness to lack a living!

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ANTHONY: There doth indeed, in theirs who either never or but
seldom hear any good counsel against it, or who, when they hear it,
hearken to it but as they would to an idle tale, rather for a
pastime or for the sake of manners than for any substantial intent
and purpose to follow good advice and take any fruit by it. But
verily, if we would lay not only our ear but also our heart to it,
and consider that the saying of our Saviour Christ is not a poet's
fable or a harper's song but the very holy word of almighty God
himself, we would be full sore ashamed of ourselves--and well we
might! And we would be full sorry too, when we felt in our
affection those words to have in our hearts no more strength and
weight but what we remain still of the same dull mind as we did
before we heard them.

This manner of ours, in whose breasts the great good counsel of God
no better settleth nor taketh no better root, may well declare to
us that the thorns and briars and brambles of our worldly substance
grow so thick and spring up so high in the ground of our hearts
that they strangle, as the Gospel saith, the word of God that was
sown therein. And therefore is God a very good lord unto us, when
he causeth, like a good husbandman, his folk to come on the
field--for the persecutors are his folk, to this purpose--and with
their hooks and their stocking-irons to grub up these wicked weeds
and bushes of our earthly substance and carry them quite away from
us, that the word of God sown in our hearts may have room there,
and a glade round about for the warm sun of grace to come to it and
make it grow. For surely those words of our Saviour shall we find
full true, "Where thy treasure is, there is also thine heart." If
we lay up our treasure in earth, in earth shall be our hearts. If
we send our treasure into heaven, in heaven shall we have our
hearts. And surely, the greatest comfort any man can have in his
tribulation is to have his heart in heaven.

If thine heart were indeed out of this world and in heaven, all the
kinds of torments that all this world could devise could put thee
to no pain here. Let us then send our hearts hence thither in such
a manner as we may, by sending hither our worldly substance hence.
And let us never doubt but we shall, that once done, find our
hearts so conversant in heaven, with the glad consideration of our
following the gracious counsel of Christ, that the comfort of his
Holy Spirit, inspired in us for that, shall mitigate, diminish,
assuage, and (in a manner) quench the great furious fervour of the
pain that we shall happen to have by his loving sufferance of our
further merit in our tribulation.

If we saw that we should be within a while driven out of this land,
and fain to fly into another, we would think that a man were mad
who would not be content to forbear his goods here for the while
and send them before him into that land where he saw he should live
all the rest of his life. So may we verily think yet ourselves much
more mad--seeing that we are sure it cannot be long ere we shall be
sent, spite of our teeth, out of this world--if the fear of a
little lack or the love to see our goods here about us and the
lothness to part from them for this little while that we may keep
them here, shall be able to keep us from the sure sending them
before us into the other world. For we may be sure to live there
wealthily with them if we send them thither, or else shortly leave
them here behind us and then stand in great jeopardy there to live
wretches for ever.

VINCENT: In good faith, good uncle, methinketh that concerning the
loss of these outward things, these considerations are so
sufficient comforts, that for mine own part I would methinketh
desire no more, save only grace well to remember them.