The Cadfael Mysteries is a series of twenty novels by Ellis Peters (nom de plume for Edith Pargeter). The central character is Brother Cadfael in Shrewsbury, England, near the Welsh border. The novels take place in the 12th century during the “anarchy” brought about by two claimants to the throne King Stephen and the Empress Maud. Brother Cadfael is the herbalist in his monastery and so knowing herbs and spices and plants, he is kind of like a doctor…and he has keen sense of observation, and as a monk, of human nature. His best friend is the Sheriff of Shrewsbury Hugh Beringar. In “Virgin in the Ice”, in a wintry snowy night, two of Cadfael’s charges, one very sick, yet recovering put in the charge of lad of noble birth by Cadfael while Cadfael prays Compline in the village’s monastic church…when he comes back his two charges are gone! Immediately, he beckons Hugh Beringar and others, sounding the alarum for the Sheriff and Cadfael’s brother monks to go out of the town for the search.
Cadfael says distressfully to his friend Hugh that it was his foolishness as the fault of the two men leaving in the dark howling night. The Sheriff will have none of what his dear friend is saying:
“(Hugh) turned on Cadfael and…clouted him hard between the shoulders. ‘And you, my heart, stop talking such arrogant foolery! The man seemed quiet and biddable, and the boy needed using, and could be trusted to the hilt, as you very well know. If they’ve miscarried, it’s none of your blame. Don’t arrogate to yourself God’s own role of apportioning blame and praise, even when the blame lands on your own shoulders. That’s a kind of arrogance, too.” It is good to have a friend like Hugh Beringar. This is a heartfelt snapshot of friendship with Divine tenderness and toughness and more: truth, even God’s own truth.
When the Sheriff leaves, Cadfael ruminates on his dear friend’s guidance, as Cadfael,
“…had taken Hugh’s impatient reproof to heart, too, and it gave him reassurance no less. It was all too easy to turn honest anxiety over someone loved into an exaltation of a man’s own part and duty as protector, a manner of usurpation of the station of God. To accuse oneself of falling short of infallibility is to arrogate to oneself the godhead thus implied. Well, thought Cadfael, willing to learn, a shade specious, perhaps, but I may need that very argument myself someday. Bear it in mind!”
In this chapter, Brother Cadfael would need Beringar’s “very argument” very soon. The young noble boy’s sister was lost and lo and behold in this dark, snow driven evening, she comes to the village. The sister, Ermina, has a sincere conversation with Cadfael. She said she is to blame for the murder of a nun that was with her and her brother, if only I had…Cadfael:
It is nothing of the kind, said Cadfael firmly. “You must not take to yourself more than your due. What you yourself did, that you may rue, and confess, and do penance for, to your soul’s content, but you may not lift another man’s sins from his shoulders, or usurp God’s right to be the only judge. A man did this, ravisher and murderer, and he, and only he, must answer for it. Whatever action of any other creature may have thrown our sister in his way, he had command of the hands that killed and outraged her, he and no other. It’s of him her blood will be required’…Might not you, too, have fallen into such hands? Child, if men had not done as they did, any time these five centuries, of course things would have gone on differently, but need they have been better? There is no profit in ifs. We go on from where we stand, we answer for our own evil, and leave to God our good.”
I think there is soundness of the Word in this fiction which rings true. As a pastor, I think myself so important that what I did or did not do is to blame for someone else’s sin or mishap, which results in anxiety and fretting. When so, I am thinking of myself more highly than I ought. I need sober judgment of faith in Christ (See Romans 12: 3). As Hugh said to his dear friend, we are not to arrogate, “…God’s own role of apportioning blame and praise, even when the blame lands on your own shoulders.” Apportioning blame, that is judgment, is God’s alien work alone to do. I think this is very close to, “I can’t forgive myself”. As Christ Jesus has forgiven you, how can I NOT forgive myself if He has? Mercy triumphs over judgment, and yes, from God, His just judgement and His just mercy in the confession of sin. Forgiveness is the Lord’s proper work for my sin.
Further, when we apportion blame or praise on others, or do so self-reflectively, then we are judging. Judge not, taught Jesus and it is seldom pointed out that to judge is also to pronounce my own or someone else’s goodness. The Lord alone is the judge of our souls. I can only give thanks to God that I have a friend, who needs care as Hugh did for Cadfael and then Cadfael for a young woman he had just met in a crisis.
One more: when I have so chastised myself for my faults in conversation with a friend, then my old Adam is leaking out all over the place because I am putting on show of piety about how good I am to know how wrong I think I am. Again, the assignation of wrong or right to a person’s soul is for the Lord alone.
In Cadfael’s conversation with Ermina, the monk takes Hugh’s insight to another level. When we self-piously take the blame for another man’s crime/sin, then as Cadfael said, we can not bear and take off another man’s sin. It’s his. It’s hers…to confess. No what ifs, ands or buts about it. The one who did the wrong must answer for it. And to wring one’s hands about what I should have done or not done, kicking myself in rear, won’t change anything… we don’t know if things would have been better these past five centuries. Cadfael’s last piece of wisdom is spot on for us all:
“There is no profit in ifs. We go on from where we stand, we answer for our own evil, and leave to God our good.”
Prayer of Thanksgiving at the End of the Day
Gracious Lord, we give you thanks for the day, especially for the good we were permitted to give and receive. The day is now past, and we commend it to you. We entrust to you the night and rest in your peace, for you are our help, and you neither slumber nor sleep. Hear us for the sake of your name. Amen.
















