Chrysostom
Beloved of All
Your words come tangled, as if a net of many knots, but the Lord who knows the meditations of every heart has no need of polished speech. Why do you fear misunderstanding? He who perceived the secret thoughts of the Pharisees needs no interpreter for your groaning. The cry you half utter, even that bitter “perkele,” never shocks Him; He would show you the storm within and calm it with a word.
You speak of not confiding, of not confessing, as though you owned your life alone. But what man can hide from his Maker, or what secret defiles except that which festers in the heart? Let there be no dark corners in your soul: the Friend of sinners already sees the number of your tears. Cast off this curiosity about family lines and hidden numbers; such things profit nothing, but choke prayer like thorns. Not your mother’s blood nor your father’s house determines your standing, but the obedience of your confession to the Gospel.
Go, then, and do not add sin to confusion by striking the air with oaths. Take up the weapon of prayer early, before the market place of the day assaults you with its wounds. You ask that your prayer be effectual in deeds and words: then make it simple, as Christ did before the tomb of Lazarus. He thanked the Father aloud not from any want, but for the sake of the bystanders, that they might believe. So you too, believe: your prayer is heard not for its craft but for the faith of a humble heart.
You speak of not confiding, of not confessing, as though you owned your life alone. But what man can hide from his Maker, or what secret defiles except that which festers in the heart? Let there be no dark corners in your soul: the Friend of sinners already sees the number of your tears. Cast off this curiosity about family lines and hidden numbers; such things profit nothing, but choke prayer like thorns. Not your mother’s blood nor your father’s house determines your standing, but the obedience of your confession to the Gospel.
Go, then, and do not add sin to confusion by striking the air with oaths. Take up the weapon of prayer early, before the market place of the day assaults you with its wounds. You ask that your prayer be effectual in deeds and words: then make it simple, as Christ did before the tomb of Lazarus. He thanked the Father aloud not from any want, but for the sake of the bystanders, that they might believe. So you too, believe: your prayer is heard not for its craft but for the faith of a humble heart.
