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Submitted by joekorova on 06/30/2008 05:21 PM
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On Marcus
I am Marcus of Caesarea. I write this as my health remains in daily decline. I feel my days are now numbered, the doctors doubt I will make the new year. While my chest aches at the passing of each breath, still I cannot complain. May the Lord take me at the time of His will. I have led a full life; I turned 35 in the spring. I still pray that the Lord will reveal the cause of my infirm to the doctors that seemingly live with me here at my father's villa.
I was born in the year 304, during the reign of Diocletian. God had blessed my place on earth by placing me at the charge of two loving parents. My grandfather's father, Maximenes, was a wealthy trader from Mauritania. He made most of his fortune dealing wild animals from the outlying jungle region. His son, Marcellus, moved the family and fortune to Nicomedia and then Caesarea, shortly before my father was born in 276. He was actually a prominent beneficiary of the great library there. That library played a great role in my life.
My father lived a life of great bounty. He dabbled in philosophy, and was quite learned in rhetoric as well. He studied under Pamphilus. He grew tired of studying and bought a vineyard. That vineyard was my home for most of my life. I was born here and will complete the cycle of life with my ensuing death. I long to be buried next to my loving mother, who sacrificed her life during the birth and death of my sister. I was seven.
But I will forever be indebted to my mother and the Christian faith, which she passed on to me. My mother's death shook my father. He renounced his life of decadence, of his debauchery at the baths, and of his large consumption of his very own wines. He mourned the loss of my mother with a fury that I expected at the time, but looking back on the memories of my early years I am surprised at his grief. Praise God that the death of my loving mother could be used to convert my father to love of Jesus Christ. This is...
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