Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You carry a burden of the flesh, and it is right to seek the physician’s aid and the prayers of the faithful. But recall the fever our Lord touched: He not only quenched it but restored perfect health in an instant, leaving no lingering weakness that earthly medicine requires. Place this growth, this mold, before Him with the same expectation. He who formed the body can command it to be whole.
Yet do not let the anxiety of the flesh overshadow the soul. The body may suffer many things, but the soul remains the true seat of health or sickness. Even as you go to the doctor, examine the inward state. Is there any mold upon the heart? Any neglected sin, any coldness toward God, any impurity clinging to the will? These things the world ignores, but they fester worse than any bodily ailment. The physician probes the wound you can see; the Spirit probes the wound you cannot.
Let the Church’s prayer be as that deacon’s cry, separating the healthy from the diseased, drawing you toward the holy. Even if the report brings relief, do not let it pass without thanksgiving and renewed pursuit of righteousness. And if the news be hard, do not despair. How many who seemed insensible for a time afterward brought forth abundant fruit when the blow fell? The body’s affliction often becomes the soul’s medicine, cutting away pride and worldliness as a surgeon cuts away rotten flesh.
Go, then, with trust. Yet cling more tightly to the healing of the inner man than to the verdict of the outer. The One who makes the fever depart can make the mold dissolve. But even more, He can make the heart clean, and that is the greater miracle.
Yet do not let the anxiety of the flesh overshadow the soul. The body may suffer many things, but the soul remains the true seat of health or sickness. Even as you go to the doctor, examine the inward state. Is there any mold upon the heart? Any neglected sin, any coldness toward God, any impurity clinging to the will? These things the world ignores, but they fester worse than any bodily ailment. The physician probes the wound you can see; the Spirit probes the wound you cannot.
Let the Church’s prayer be as that deacon’s cry, separating the healthy from the diseased, drawing you toward the holy. Even if the report brings relief, do not let it pass without thanksgiving and renewed pursuit of righteousness. And if the news be hard, do not despair. How many who seemed insensible for a time afterward brought forth abundant fruit when the blow fell? The body’s affliction often becomes the soul’s medicine, cutting away pride and worldliness as a surgeon cuts away rotten flesh.
Go, then, with trust. Yet cling more tightly to the healing of the inner man than to the verdict of the outer. The One who makes the fever depart can make the mold dissolve. But even more, He can make the heart clean, and that is the greater miracle.
