Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
You pray for mercy upon the land, and rightly so, for the mercy of God is the fountain of every blessing. Yet consider carefully: mercy’s true character is not merely to ask for protection from storms or frightening noises, but to become yourself a heaven, serene and untroubled by the tumults below. The heaven remains bright even when clouds gather; so must the soul that seeks God’s face remain spotless and pure, withdrawing from earthly passions. You ask for unity and healing, but know this: nothing incenses God so much as to be pitiless. While you seek safety for yourselves and compassion for frightened animals, have you shown that same tender mercy to your neighbor? For alms and mercy grant a great light, quenching the fire of judgment. It is a grievous thing to ask mercy for some while wounding others through indifference or harshness. If you would have your land restored, then turn from every wicked way, not only in great sins but in the small cruelties that trouble the soul. Let your mercy rise higher than the storms you fear, and then shall your light break forth as the morning.
