Thus that Faustus who had entrapped so many to their death --
though neither willing nor witting it -- now began to loosen the
snare in which I had been caught. For thy hands, O my God, in the
hidden design of thy providence did not desert my soul; and out of
the blood of my mother's heart, through the tears that she poured
out by day and by night, there was a sacrifice offered to thee for
me, and by marvelous ways thou didst deal with me. For it was
thou, O my God, who didst it: for "the steps of a man are ordered
by the Lord, and he shall choose his way."[135] How shall we
attain salvation without thy hand remaking what it had already
made?
CHAPTER VIII
14. Thou didst so deal with me, therefore, that I was
persuaded to go to Rome and teach there what I had been teaching
at Carthage. And how I was persuaded to do this I will not omit
to confess to thee, for in this also the profoundest workings of
thy wisdom and thy constant mercy toward us must be pondered and
acknowledged. I did not wish to go to Rome because of the richer
fees and the higher dignity which my friends promised me there --
though these considerations did affect my decision.
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