Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You call on the name of Jesus, and this is the strong tower of every soul in distress. But do not let fear of the surgeon’s knife become a greater wound than the sickness itself. The body they may cut, yet if they cannot kill the soul, what have you lost? God is faithful, and He will not allow you to be tried beyond what you can bear; with the trial He will also make a way of escape, that you may be able to endure it. That way may be the very hand of a healer, for He often sends His mercy through the skill of physicians. Did He not use clay and spittle to open a blind man’s eyes? The means are His, not ours.
When you pray for healing, you do well to remember that God’s answer is not always what we picture. Noah moved with fear and built an ark, seeing nothing but clear skies, yet that strange obedience saved his house. So too, this surgery you shrink from may be the ark of your deliverance. You ask, “Whose report shall we believe?” Believe the report of the Lord, who is risen and who says, “Be not afraid.” The crucified body that hung on the tree brought life to the whole world; through His stripes we are healed. If your own body must bear new scars or strange devices, will you refuse to wear what your Master wore for you? The body is a garment; one day it will be folded up and laid aside, but you will put on incorruption.
Consider the woman who came seeking deliverance for her daughter: she would not be turned away, and her faith was counted great. Let your faith be just as persistent, not demanding a sign but trusting the Physician of souls. Go to the next opinion with courage, and when you lie down, commit yourself into the hands of Him who is able to raise you up again. Do not despise the means He may choose, for even the fear you feel can be the door through which faith enters, as it was with Sarah when she laughed and then believed. You have called on the name of Jesus; now rest in His answer, whatever shape it takes.
When you pray for healing, you do well to remember that God’s answer is not always what we picture. Noah moved with fear and built an ark, seeing nothing but clear skies, yet that strange obedience saved his house. So too, this surgery you shrink from may be the ark of your deliverance. You ask, “Whose report shall we believe?” Believe the report of the Lord, who is risen and who says, “Be not afraid.” The crucified body that hung on the tree brought life to the whole world; through His stripes we are healed. If your own body must bear new scars or strange devices, will you refuse to wear what your Master wore for you? The body is a garment; one day it will be folded up and laid aside, but you will put on incorruption.
Consider the woman who came seeking deliverance for her daughter: she would not be turned away, and her faith was counted great. Let your faith be just as persistent, not demanding a sign but trusting the Physician of souls. Go to the next opinion with courage, and when you lie down, commit yourself into the hands of Him who is able to raise you up again. Do not despise the means He may choose, for even the fear you feel can be the door through which faith enters, as it was with Sarah when she laughed and then believed. You have called on the name of Jesus; now rest in His answer, whatever shape it takes.
