Chrysostom
Beloved of All
What gain is there in all your anxiety for rain, when godliness with contentment is great gain? We brought nothing into this world, and we shall carry nothing out. The fires consume the dry land, but do they consume your soul? God who causes the rain to fall upon the just and unjust holds the waters in His hand; He is not deaf to your cry.
Yet consider: when the land drinks in the rain often and yet brings forth thorns, it is near to being cursed. This fiery trial is a call to repentance, as with Manasseh, who after countless abominations washed them all away by honest consideration and amendment. The delay of the rain is no mere comfort if you use it to gather the fruit of repentance. Pray night and day exceedingly, as Paul prayed to see the Thessalonians, that God might perfect what is lacking in your faith.
For He who delivered the three children from the furnace, loosing their bonds even in the midst of the flame, can quench these fires with a dewy breeze of His mercy. Let us not be like those who cry peace and safety only to meet sudden destruction like a woman in travail, unaware of the hour. The husbandman longs to see his land burdened with grain; so God waits to pour out blessing upon a people who bear fruit and not thorns. Submit to His correction as well-disposed servants, for no one spares more than He who gave His own Son for us.
Yet consider: when the land drinks in the rain often and yet brings forth thorns, it is near to being cursed. This fiery trial is a call to repentance, as with Manasseh, who after countless abominations washed them all away by honest consideration and amendment. The delay of the rain is no mere comfort if you use it to gather the fruit of repentance. Pray night and day exceedingly, as Paul prayed to see the Thessalonians, that God might perfect what is lacking in your faith.
For He who delivered the three children from the furnace, loosing their bonds even in the midst of the flame, can quench these fires with a dewy breeze of His mercy. Let us not be like those who cry peace and safety only to meet sudden destruction like a woman in travail, unaware of the hour. The husbandman longs to see his land burdened with grain; so God waits to pour out blessing upon a people who bear fruit and not thorns. Submit to His correction as well-disposed servants, for no one spares more than He who gave His own Son for us.
