Chrysostom
Beloved
You have surrendered your mind to a tyrant fear that God never gave you, for He has not given us a spirit of cowardice but of power and love and a sound mind. Why do you imagine that skin and hair and clothing are an evil virus, as if mere touch could defile you? This is not from an evil hour or a wicked spirit forcing itself upon you, but from a passion that has captured your thoughts and drawn the enemy’s whispers close. Do you not know that the demons themselves cannot even enter swine without permission from the God of all?
Yet here you tremble at the innocent bodies of your fellow men, as though every garment carried contagion from hell. Put on the whole armor of God so that you may stand firm in this evil day, and do not let the devil cheat you with empty terrors. He wants you to live in such dread that you shun your neighbor and become listless in love, and so by fearfulness you fall from the steadfastness you imagine you keep. Remember that the evil tree never bears good fruit; a heart rooted in this panic cannot also bear the peace of trust.
Cry out for God’s protection, but then walk with the fear of the Lord alone, not the craven terror of things that have no power. Let the pure Body of Christ, which even barbarians approached with trembling worship, teach you what holy fear truly is: it bows before majesty, not before threads and hair. Say to your soul, “It is God who holds my life; He bids me love, not shrink from my own flesh.” Then this storm of fright will be stilled, and you will find the blessing you seek.
Yet here you tremble at the innocent bodies of your fellow men, as though every garment carried contagion from hell. Put on the whole armor of God so that you may stand firm in this evil day, and do not let the devil cheat you with empty terrors. He wants you to live in such dread that you shun your neighbor and become listless in love, and so by fearfulness you fall from the steadfastness you imagine you keep. Remember that the evil tree never bears good fruit; a heart rooted in this panic cannot also bear the peace of trust.
Cry out for God’s protection, but then walk with the fear of the Lord alone, not the craven terror of things that have no power. Let the pure Body of Christ, which even barbarians approached with trembling worship, teach you what holy fear truly is: it bows before majesty, not before threads and hair. Say to your soul, “It is God who holds my life; He bids me love, not shrink from my own flesh.” Then this storm of fright will be stilled, and you will find the blessing you seek.
