Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
You see the storm, and your heart is troubled, this is natural, for love aches when those we cherish wander into dark places. But let that ache drive you not deeper into anxiety, but onto the solid rock of faith. You ask for prayer, and rightly so, for prayer is the weapon God has given us to besiege His mercy. Yet hear this also: when we pray, we must not then take back the burden and begin to reason how things might go.
For if God feeds us from our youth up, shall we not trust Him to feed these little ones and their parents through every calamity? The same hand that holds the world holds their lives. Let your prayers be offered with thanksgiving, not with the restless scrutinizing that eats away faith like a moth. Faith is a shield only when it covers the whole body, leave no part exposed to the arrows of "what if" and "how will it end?" You say the times are sad and families end badly.
True, many are bound with chains heavier than iron, shackled by the love of the world, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. But do you not know that the Judge delays the sentence precisely to rouse us to repentance? The Ninevites heard no soft promise, only a stark warning, and yet they turned and were spared. So too, the very trouble you witness may be the merciful alarm bell God uses to draw souls from the prison of worldly care.
Do not let the sight of out-of-control lives lead you to despair, but let it fire your prayers all the more. Plead with boldness, but also examine yourself: am I clinging too tightly to the false beauty that withers in a score of years, or am I adorning my soul with the beauty that never ages? The parent who is frantic for earthly peace will never model the crucified life. If you would see your great-granddaughter and her parents walk in safety, then climb up with them in prayer to where Christ sits, and set your affections there.
Show them not a faith that trembles at every headline, but a hope that sees through the darkness to the reward that is coming. Yes, entreat God daily for them; He longs for our salvation, but He often waits for our persistent asking, that the reconciliation may be full and we may not grow indifferent. Remember that even the prophets were sent into captivity and the apostles into peril, not because God forgot them, but because through such trials the divine power shines brightest. Do not therefore measure His love by the absence of struggle.
Perhaps this very tribulation is the plough breaking up hard ground for the seed of the Gospel. God gave us the gift of prayer not because He needs our advice, but because He wills that we share in the work of love. So do not say, "Things are out of control," as if the reins had slipped from His hands. Rather say, "Lord, You who permitted this, bring order out of chaos, and let nothing be wasted." Then your prayer becomes a shield for them, and a cure for your own sadness.
For if God feeds us from our youth up, shall we not trust Him to feed these little ones and their parents through every calamity? The same hand that holds the world holds their lives. Let your prayers be offered with thanksgiving, not with the restless scrutinizing that eats away faith like a moth. Faith is a shield only when it covers the whole body, leave no part exposed to the arrows of "what if" and "how will it end?" You say the times are sad and families end badly.
True, many are bound with chains heavier than iron, shackled by the love of the world, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. But do you not know that the Judge delays the sentence precisely to rouse us to repentance? The Ninevites heard no soft promise, only a stark warning, and yet they turned and were spared. So too, the very trouble you witness may be the merciful alarm bell God uses to draw souls from the prison of worldly care.
Do not let the sight of out-of-control lives lead you to despair, but let it fire your prayers all the more. Plead with boldness, but also examine yourself: am I clinging too tightly to the false beauty that withers in a score of years, or am I adorning my soul with the beauty that never ages? The parent who is frantic for earthly peace will never model the crucified life. If you would see your great-granddaughter and her parents walk in safety, then climb up with them in prayer to where Christ sits, and set your affections there.
Show them not a faith that trembles at every headline, but a hope that sees through the darkness to the reward that is coming. Yes, entreat God daily for them; He longs for our salvation, but He often waits for our persistent asking, that the reconciliation may be full and we may not grow indifferent. Remember that even the prophets were sent into captivity and the apostles into peril, not because God forgot them, but because through such trials the divine power shines brightest. Do not therefore measure His love by the absence of struggle.
Perhaps this very tribulation is the plough breaking up hard ground for the seed of the Gospel. God gave us the gift of prayer not because He needs our advice, but because He wills that we share in the work of love. So do not say, "Things are out of control," as if the reins had slipped from His hands. Rather say, "Lord, You who permitted this, bring order out of chaos, and let nothing be wasted." Then your prayer becomes a shield for them, and a cure for your own sadness.
