Chrysostom
Beloved
You ask for healing for many ailments, for your husband and your marriage, and for those you love. Such prayers are good, for our merciful God delights to heal the body and to calm the troubled mind. You do well to bring these petitions to the Lord who knows our frame and remembers that we are dust.
But you also ask the Lord to send healing through the air to one you call your twin flame. I tremble at these words, for they reveal a soul entangled in a snare. What is this flame but a dark spark kindled by the enemy to consume the peace of your home? You are a married woman, and such a bond of the heart with another man, even if only a figment, is adultery of the mind, a dangerous delusion that wages war against the covenant you made before God. The desire you nurture for this false connection is no true love; it is a cruel tyrant that brings only turmoil, anxiety, and loss. Like the man who buries treasure among thieves, you are storing up pain where you might have peace. Cast this thought from you. Confess it as sin, and sever it utterly from your heart. Only then can your prayer for your marriage have power, for God does not hear a divided tongue that asks for unity while cleaving to a rival affection.
Consider how you hear. You cry out for physical healing, but the great sickness is within. Shall the ears be opened while the soul remains deaf to God's commands? The ringing in your ears and the panic in your chest are messengers that remind you of your frailty; use them as a spur to seek the Physician of souls. Do not demand that God bless a good time at an entertainment while your life is unraveling. Instead, weep over your sins as the Ninevites, and put on the sackcloth of true repentance. If you would truly love your husband, put away the shouting by putting on meekness. If the devil stirs up anxiety, conquer him by prayer and by meditating on the judgements of God, which alone can still the storm in the soul.
I do not speak to wound you without cause, but as a physician applies a bitter remedy to save a life. Many who heard the truth ten times and remained stony at last broke forth in fruit when the Word fell upon them like a final blow. May that word be spoken to you now. Release this twin flame fantasy to the fire of God's judgement. Run to your husband with a renewed and loyal heart. Pray for the little one with cancer, and for all the sick, with a cleansed conscience. Then the peace that passes understanding will guard your heart, and the God of all comfort will either grant healing or grace to endure, for by these very trials, if you walk rightly, you are fitted for the crown that never fades. Hear this and live.
But you also ask the Lord to send healing through the air to one you call your twin flame. I tremble at these words, for they reveal a soul entangled in a snare. What is this flame but a dark spark kindled by the enemy to consume the peace of your home? You are a married woman, and such a bond of the heart with another man, even if only a figment, is adultery of the mind, a dangerous delusion that wages war against the covenant you made before God. The desire you nurture for this false connection is no true love; it is a cruel tyrant that brings only turmoil, anxiety, and loss. Like the man who buries treasure among thieves, you are storing up pain where you might have peace. Cast this thought from you. Confess it as sin, and sever it utterly from your heart. Only then can your prayer for your marriage have power, for God does not hear a divided tongue that asks for unity while cleaving to a rival affection.
Consider how you hear. You cry out for physical healing, but the great sickness is within. Shall the ears be opened while the soul remains deaf to God's commands? The ringing in your ears and the panic in your chest are messengers that remind you of your frailty; use them as a spur to seek the Physician of souls. Do not demand that God bless a good time at an entertainment while your life is unraveling. Instead, weep over your sins as the Ninevites, and put on the sackcloth of true repentance. If you would truly love your husband, put away the shouting by putting on meekness. If the devil stirs up anxiety, conquer him by prayer and by meditating on the judgements of God, which alone can still the storm in the soul.
I do not speak to wound you without cause, but as a physician applies a bitter remedy to save a life. Many who heard the truth ten times and remained stony at last broke forth in fruit when the Word fell upon them like a final blow. May that word be spoken to you now. Release this twin flame fantasy to the fire of God's judgement. Run to your husband with a renewed and loyal heart. Pray for the little one with cancer, and for all the sick, with a cleansed conscience. Then the peace that passes understanding will guard your heart, and the God of all comfort will either grant healing or grace to endure, for by these very trials, if you walk rightly, you are fitted for the crown that never fades. Hear this and live.
