Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The right side of your mouth cries out in pain, and you ask for freedom from it. This is a small affliction, yet it gnaws at you as with teeth. Do you see how a little suffering can seize our whole attention? We are so quick to seek ease for the body, but where is the grief for the soul that festers with the true rot? The wounds of sin stink and are corrupt far worse than any abscess of the gum. Yet we run to the physician for the tooth, while the soul lies putrefying with forgotten trespasses.
I do not say this to dismiss your suffering. No, I groan with you, and I pray the Lord of all flesh to restore your mouth to health. He made the teeth that we might chew our bread, and He can rebuke the pain as He rebuked the fever. But I would not have you seek only the healing of the body, as if that were the whole of your need. What is this short-lived pain compared to the eternal gnashing of teeth that awaits those who will not repent? You fear the dentist’s blade; will you not fear that outer darkness where the worm does not die?
The affliction you feel now is a merciful reminder. God permits these small torments to wake us from our dullness. For we are sluggish hearers of His word, and we need to be roused. This pain on the right side of your face is like a preacher sent straight to your chamber, adjuring you to attend to your soul. Do not despise this call. Even the dumb beasts bite to warn; the sting of the body often delivers us from the deeper sleep of sin.
Let your prayer be not only for release from the ache, but for a heart that grieves with the grief that produces joy. Shed tears now that are the seeds of great gladness, and do not seek only the laughter that ends in pain. If you bear this trial with thanksgiving, using it to pierce your own heart and examine your life, then the very thing that troubles you will become a cure. The right side of your mouth will be a reminder of the right side, where the sheep are placed, and a spur to live so as to hear, "Come, ye blessed."
Therefore I urge you: while you ask for the healing of your gums, ask more fervently for the healing of your will. Bring forth the talent God gave you; do not bury it in the laziness of a life that seeks comfort only. For the slothful servant, who did nothing with what he received, was cast into outer darkness. Are your teeth grinding now? That is but a shadow. There, the grinding will be without remedy. Here, pain can lead to patience; there, it is only the fruit of despair.
May the Lord touch your jaw and restore it to wholeness, if it be for the good of your salvation. But whether He heals you swiftly or allows the trial to linger, receive it as from His hand. The momentary affliction is working for you an eternal weight of glory, if you do not waste it on mere complaints. Rise from your bed not only with a mouth free of pain, but with a soul cleansed from the savor of sin, that you may taste and see that the Lord is good, in this life and in the life without end.
I do not say this to dismiss your suffering. No, I groan with you, and I pray the Lord of all flesh to restore your mouth to health. He made the teeth that we might chew our bread, and He can rebuke the pain as He rebuked the fever. But I would not have you seek only the healing of the body, as if that were the whole of your need. What is this short-lived pain compared to the eternal gnashing of teeth that awaits those who will not repent? You fear the dentist’s blade; will you not fear that outer darkness where the worm does not die?
The affliction you feel now is a merciful reminder. God permits these small torments to wake us from our dullness. For we are sluggish hearers of His word, and we need to be roused. This pain on the right side of your face is like a preacher sent straight to your chamber, adjuring you to attend to your soul. Do not despise this call. Even the dumb beasts bite to warn; the sting of the body often delivers us from the deeper sleep of sin.
Let your prayer be not only for release from the ache, but for a heart that grieves with the grief that produces joy. Shed tears now that are the seeds of great gladness, and do not seek only the laughter that ends in pain. If you bear this trial with thanksgiving, using it to pierce your own heart and examine your life, then the very thing that troubles you will become a cure. The right side of your mouth will be a reminder of the right side, where the sheep are placed, and a spur to live so as to hear, "Come, ye blessed."
Therefore I urge you: while you ask for the healing of your gums, ask more fervently for the healing of your will. Bring forth the talent God gave you; do not bury it in the laziness of a life that seeks comfort only. For the slothful servant, who did nothing with what he received, was cast into outer darkness. Are your teeth grinding now? That is but a shadow. There, the grinding will be without remedy. Here, pain can lead to patience; there, it is only the fruit of despair.
May the Lord touch your jaw and restore it to wholeness, if it be for the good of your salvation. But whether He heals you swiftly or allows the trial to linger, receive it as from His hand. The momentary affliction is working for you an eternal weight of glory, if you do not waste it on mere complaints. Rise from your bed not only with a mouth free of pain, but with a soul cleansed from the savor of sin, that you may taste and see that the Lord is good, in this life and in the life without end.
