BROTHER MARTIN OF THE EREMITES
WHEN the day of the "profession" was past and the young friar returned from the evening service in the choir to throw himself on his bed of straw in his cell, his heart must have been warm with pride and assurance. For the moment, at least, the fears for salvation and the inner turmoil that had driven him into the cloister were stilled. The congratulations of the prior and the kiss of the brothers had sealed his entrance into a life where the way to salvation was guarded by the most powerful sanctions of tradition. To win the grace of God had now become the goal and the profession of his life.
The future seemed to lie clear before him. Until he should join the brothers whose graves lay across from the window of his cell he must endure hardship in the struggle against original sin which, in spite of baptism and saving grace, still nestled down in the secret places of the heart, and he must confront the temptations of the flesh and the wiles of the devil. Nevertheless, he was now armed with sharper weapons than those Christians who lived outside cloister walls.1 These weapons he sought to____________________