Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
You are caught in a small conflict, yet you call upon heaven as if the war were over eternal things. The purchase of a chariot of metal and wheels is not the field where the serpent fights. The real battle lies in the heavenlies, where the enemy seeks to despoil us of salvation itself. Why do you summon divine thunder against a Tesla, while your brother’s soul remains unsaved? That is the true stronghold to be pulled down, not desire for a vehicle, but the unrepentant heart. Cut out the root, and there will be no fruit. The root is not the car; it is the love of this world, the neglect of his eternal state. And your own zeal, is it born of love or of a desire to control? Every conflict hath its beginning in covetousness, or envy, or vainglory. Examine carefully: are you not rushing into a conflict where you have not been summoned? When we are not called to battle, we should be quiet and wait.
The Lord makes a short word upon the earth: “If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.” That is the deliverance your brother needs, and you too. Instead of binding up imagined transfers of spirits from a man you do not know, pray that your brother may be loosed from the chains of sin and led to repentance. Bear his burden patiently; reprove when fitting, but first win him by the sweet savor of a life at peace. Dash down the Nebuchadnezzar of pride in your own heart, the desire for mercies, not calamities, is the pattern of the saints in the furnace.
What profit is it if your brother never buys that car, yet loses his own soul? The love of money disables eyes and ears, making a man worse than a wild beast, not only in him, but it can work the same blindness in you if you let anxiety over mere possessions become your meditation. Turn your battle-prayers to the one necessary conflict: that you and your household may be delivered from every worldly attachment, and that this brother, so dear to you, may escape the fire that never goes out. That is the true deliverance, and the end of every labor for which we hope.
The Lord makes a short word upon the earth: “If thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.” That is the deliverance your brother needs, and you too. Instead of binding up imagined transfers of spirits from a man you do not know, pray that your brother may be loosed from the chains of sin and led to repentance. Bear his burden patiently; reprove when fitting, but first win him by the sweet savor of a life at peace. Dash down the Nebuchadnezzar of pride in your own heart, the desire for mercies, not calamities, is the pattern of the saints in the furnace.
What profit is it if your brother never buys that car, yet loses his own soul? The love of money disables eyes and ears, making a man worse than a wild beast, not only in him, but it can work the same blindness in you if you let anxiety over mere possessions become your meditation. Turn your battle-prayers to the one necessary conflict: that you and your household may be delivered from every worldly attachment, and that this brother, so dear to you, may escape the fire that never goes out. That is the true deliverance, and the end of every labor for which we hope.
