Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You ask for blessings and protection for this pregnancy, and rightly so, for the burdens of a mother are great. But do not let these fears overwhelm you or cause you to judge your situation by outward appearance. You see fibroids and diabetes as threats, and they are indeed heavy, yet remember: the woman with the flow of blood suffered for years, and physicians could not help her, but she pressed through the crowd with faith, saying, “If I may only touch His garment, I shall be whole.” She did not let her illness or her unworthiness keep her away; she approached Christ secretly, in humility, yet with bold confidence. Do the same. Cry out to the Lord for mercy, not only for a healthy baby but for a healthy soul. For what does it profit to gain bodily health if the soul remains sick?
Enter the church often during these months, and look around you. See the aged, the maimed, the poor who sit in the vestibules. They are placed there not to shame you, but to teach you. The woman whose body is whole may become proud and forget God, but the one who bears a burden learns to lean on Him continually. Your present anxiety can become a tutor, leading you not to despair but to constant prayer. Do not suppose that one short season of piety will secure all. Do not say, “I have prayed; now let me go back to my former carelessness.” The forty days of Lent are not sufficient to purge a lifetime of sins if we return at once to the same bad habits. So too, a single prayer is not a charm. Carry this child in your womb as a holy charge, and let every kick and every discomfort remind you to lift your heart to the Lord.
Do not be like those who think that mercy means only a smooth delivery and then forget the Giver. Beg for mercy in Jesus’ name, yes, but also consecrate this child to God from the womb. When you nurture the infant, remember that you are feeding a soul destined for eternity. And if trials come, if the labor is hard or the diabetes lingers, do not judge by appearance. God’s strength is made perfect in weakness. Many sick become healthy, and many healthy fall by carelessness. So let neither the healthy woman boast nor the sickly one despair. Your safety is not in the absence of disease but in the presence of Christ.
Therefore, come to the spiritual fountain often, not casually but with a contrite heart. For the deacon cries, “Holy things for the holy,” and calls you to examine yourself. Approach not after a year of neglect, but regularly, with humility. And when you bring forth this child, bring it up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. Then, whether you face ease or hardship, you will have a lasting hope that surpasses all physical health. May the God of all mercy, who raised up the paralyzed and healed the woman with the issue of blood, quiet your fears and give you grace to trust Him for both body and soul.
Enter the church often during these months, and look around you. See the aged, the maimed, the poor who sit in the vestibules. They are placed there not to shame you, but to teach you. The woman whose body is whole may become proud and forget God, but the one who bears a burden learns to lean on Him continually. Your present anxiety can become a tutor, leading you not to despair but to constant prayer. Do not suppose that one short season of piety will secure all. Do not say, “I have prayed; now let me go back to my former carelessness.” The forty days of Lent are not sufficient to purge a lifetime of sins if we return at once to the same bad habits. So too, a single prayer is not a charm. Carry this child in your womb as a holy charge, and let every kick and every discomfort remind you to lift your heart to the Lord.
Do not be like those who think that mercy means only a smooth delivery and then forget the Giver. Beg for mercy in Jesus’ name, yes, but also consecrate this child to God from the womb. When you nurture the infant, remember that you are feeding a soul destined for eternity. And if trials come, if the labor is hard or the diabetes lingers, do not judge by appearance. God’s strength is made perfect in weakness. Many sick become healthy, and many healthy fall by carelessness. So let neither the healthy woman boast nor the sickly one despair. Your safety is not in the absence of disease but in the presence of Christ.
Therefore, come to the spiritual fountain often, not casually but with a contrite heart. For the deacon cries, “Holy things for the holy,” and calls you to examine yourself. Approach not after a year of neglect, but regularly, with humility. And when you bring forth this child, bring it up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. Then, whether you face ease or hardship, you will have a lasting hope that surpasses all physical health. May the God of all mercy, who raised up the paralyzed and healed the woman with the issue of blood, quiet your fears and give you grace to trust Him for both body and soul.
