Chrysostom
Beloved of All
Your great faith shines through this prayer, for you thank Christ that your daughter has been given these precious days in detox, and you plead with Him to heal her mind, body, and spirit, that she might come out and care rightly for her own child. This is the cry of a soul like that Canaanite woman, who would not be silent when her daughter was grievously tormented. Do you recall how the Lord at first gave her no answer, how the disciples urged Him to send her away, and how He even spoke words that seemed to repel her? Yet she persisted, and He saw that her faith was no small thing. He said, “Great is thy faith; be it unto thee even as thou wilt.” So you also, by your unceasing entreaty, contribute not a little to the healing of your child. Even if the days seem difficult and the outcome uncertain, let your faith stand firm. God often delays that He may test and strengthen, and then He gives a gift far beyond our asking.
Detox is a hard medicine, but it is a taking away, a removal of that thick evil humor which has clouded the eye of your daughter’s soul. As I have often taught, you cannot extinguish a mad desire by feeding it; you must convince the mind that the thing sought is impossible and must be renounced entirely. It is easier for a man to fly than to cure lust by adding more to it. So pray earnestly that in these remaining days, her innermost thoughts would be persuaded: that she would forget her former people and the house of her spiritual fathers, those old companions and destructive habits that once enslaved her. For the psalmist declares, “Hearken, O daughter, and consider; forget also thine own people and thy father’s house: so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty.” This is not a forgetting of natural affection, but of sin, a turning away from all that defiles, so that the beauty of a purified soul might shine forth. When she turns from these dead things, Christ will restore her and make her a true mother to her little one.
Do not lose heart if she has stumbled many times before. How many have heard the word ten times and seemed utterly unmoved, yet afterward at a single hearing were completely changed! The tree that falls with one last stroke has been weakened by many that came before it. The root, unseen, knows the work of each blow. Your prayers, your tears, your steadfast love are not wasted; they are preparing the way. Bear the grief and loss you have endured for her sake with thanksgiving, as Job did, for if we endure nobly, God either restores what was lost or gives a far greater reward.
Therefore continue to cry out to Jesus, the physician of souls and bodies. Let no apparent silence offend you. Let your faith rise up and say, even now, “He will heal her mind, body, and spirit.” Great is your faith, may it be done for you and for your daughter as you have willed, according to His tender mercy.
Detox is a hard medicine, but it is a taking away, a removal of that thick evil humor which has clouded the eye of your daughter’s soul. As I have often taught, you cannot extinguish a mad desire by feeding it; you must convince the mind that the thing sought is impossible and must be renounced entirely. It is easier for a man to fly than to cure lust by adding more to it. So pray earnestly that in these remaining days, her innermost thoughts would be persuaded: that she would forget her former people and the house of her spiritual fathers, those old companions and destructive habits that once enslaved her. For the psalmist declares, “Hearken, O daughter, and consider; forget also thine own people and thy father’s house: so shall the King greatly desire thy beauty.” This is not a forgetting of natural affection, but of sin, a turning away from all that defiles, so that the beauty of a purified soul might shine forth. When she turns from these dead things, Christ will restore her and make her a true mother to her little one.
Do not lose heart if she has stumbled many times before. How many have heard the word ten times and seemed utterly unmoved, yet afterward at a single hearing were completely changed! The tree that falls with one last stroke has been weakened by many that came before it. The root, unseen, knows the work of each blow. Your prayers, your tears, your steadfast love are not wasted; they are preparing the way. Bear the grief and loss you have endured for her sake with thanksgiving, as Job did, for if we endure nobly, God either restores what was lost or gives a far greater reward.
Therefore continue to cry out to Jesus, the physician of souls and bodies. Let no apparent silence offend you. Let your faith rise up and say, even now, “He will heal her mind, body, and spirit.” Great is your faith, may it be done for you and for your daughter as you have willed, according to His tender mercy.
