Commodian — Instructiones 26 (fool, you will not die away from God)
26. FOOL, YOU WILL NOT DIE AWAY FROM GOD. Fool, you will not die away, nor once dead do you escape your deeds, though you arrange that you feel nothing when dead. You are overcome, senseless one: God the maker of the world lives, whose lawful claims cry out that they hold for the dead. But you, while you rush headlong to live without God, judge the dead extinguished in the fates or credit fate. The eternal God did not arrange it as you think — that the dead are forgetful of what was done before. Now he has made for us unskilled receptacles of death; but after our ashes we shall see those things. Pull yourself out, fool, who think that after funerals you are not. You have made your ruler and lord able to do nothing. But death is not into a void, if you rethink it in the heart. Know what is to be hoped for — for late you will feel him. You were ruler of the flesh; the flesh certainly did not rule you; taken from it, that flesh of yours is stored away. Rightly mortal man is separated from flesh. Therefore mortal eyes will not be able to match it — so our deep has God’s secrets. So give God honor now, fragile one, while you die, and believe that Christ returns you alive from the dead. You ought to render praises to the Almighty in the church. ****** Death is not a blank. God lives; Christ raises; deeds still count.
Latin
26 STULTE NON PERMORERIS DEO. Stulte, non permoreris nec mortuus effugis actus, Tu licet disponas nihil te sentire defuncto. Uinceris, insipiens: uiuit Deus conditor orbis, Legitima cuius clamat ualere defuncto. Tu autem dum praeceps sine Deo uiuere quaeris, Extinctum in fatis iudicas aut fatale credis. Non ita disposuit, ut tu putas, Deus aeternus, Obliuitos esse mortuos de gesto priore. Nunc nobis imperita fecit receptacula mortis, Post cineres autem nostros uidebimus illa. Erue te, stulte, qui putas, post funera non sis. Rectorem dominumque tuum nihil posse fecisti. Mors autem in uacuum non est, si corde retractes. Optandum noscas, nam sero senties illum. Rector eras carnis, non te certe caro regebat; Exemptus ab illa reconditur illa tuorum. Recte mortalis homo separatur a carne. Idcirco nec poterint oculi mortales aequare, Sic habet abyssus noster de Dei secreta. Da nunc ergo Deo, fragilis dum moreris, honorem, Et crede, quod Christus uiuum te de mortuo reddit. Omnipotenti laudes in ecclesia reddere debes.