Chrysostom
Beloved
You feel that you are stuck, but consider this: when the flood came, Noah had never seen rain, yet he built the ark in fear and saved his household. Your suffering has not escaped God's sight; it is not a sign of His absence but of His training. Do not measure His love by your present poverty. The food that nourishes the body, the coin that fills the purse, these things come not from your efforts alone, but from the providence of God. Even if you tithe and see no increase, remember that He who feeds the birds will not abandon you. To give in hard times is to store up treasure where no thief can reach.
You say your wife is filled with fear. This is not strange for one who has watched you suffer. But tell her: Sarah laughed at the promise, yet when her unbelief was cleared out, faith took its place. The same can happen in her heart. Fear is a natural enemy, but it is to be put off like an old garment. The whole armor of God is given to you for such a day as this. Stand, and do not faint because the struggle is long. The evil day is short in the light of eternity. Endure, and you will see that your present breaking is not for destruction but for a deeper foundation.
As for your finances and disability, do not imagine that rescue must come from a sudden windfall. The Lord often provides through small, steady means, and sometimes through the kindness of those you least expect. But I charge you: redeem this time. Give up the anxious demand to know how and when. Hold fast to the faith; let no one take it from you, even if they take all else. Your art, too, is a gift; it will be restored in due season. For now, offer your suffering as a living sacrifice. That is the truest work of an artist for God.
Do not say you have no friend to encourage you. You have the cloud of witnesses: Abel, Noah, Abraham, Rahab the harlot, ordinary people who believed and were upheld. You have the prayers of the church, even when you feel alone. I urge you to stop measuring your faith by the removal of troubles. The faith that saves is the faith that clings in the dark, that says with Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Your wife’s faith will increase not when the storm passes, but when she sees you standing firm in it. Be that example, not with heroic speeches, but with quiet endurance. The Lord who kept your broken mind and body together will not now let you slip from His hand. The same providence that brought you through poison and cancer will bring you through this. Therefore, do not look for rescue before you have learned what this trial is meant to teach: that His grace is sufficient, and His power is made perfect in weakness. In a little while, He will lift you up.
You say your wife is filled with fear. This is not strange for one who has watched you suffer. But tell her: Sarah laughed at the promise, yet when her unbelief was cleared out, faith took its place. The same can happen in her heart. Fear is a natural enemy, but it is to be put off like an old garment. The whole armor of God is given to you for such a day as this. Stand, and do not faint because the struggle is long. The evil day is short in the light of eternity. Endure, and you will see that your present breaking is not for destruction but for a deeper foundation.
As for your finances and disability, do not imagine that rescue must come from a sudden windfall. The Lord often provides through small, steady means, and sometimes through the kindness of those you least expect. But I charge you: redeem this time. Give up the anxious demand to know how and when. Hold fast to the faith; let no one take it from you, even if they take all else. Your art, too, is a gift; it will be restored in due season. For now, offer your suffering as a living sacrifice. That is the truest work of an artist for God.
Do not say you have no friend to encourage you. You have the cloud of witnesses: Abel, Noah, Abraham, Rahab the harlot, ordinary people who believed and were upheld. You have the prayers of the church, even when you feel alone. I urge you to stop measuring your faith by the removal of troubles. The faith that saves is the faith that clings in the dark, that says with Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Your wife’s faith will increase not when the storm passes, but when she sees you standing firm in it. Be that example, not with heroic speeches, but with quiet endurance. The Lord who kept your broken mind and body together will not now let you slip from His hand. The same providence that brought you through poison and cancer will bring you through this. Therefore, do not look for rescue before you have learned what this trial is meant to teach: that His grace is sufficient, and His power is made perfect in weakness. In a little while, He will lift you up.
