Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You cry out to the Lord Jesus for a good report from the biopsy, and rightly so, for He is the healer of both body and soul. But let your prayer not be merely a terror-driven begging; let it rise from a heart that says, "Nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done." If the doctors find no disease, give thanks and glorify His mercy. But if He permits a different word, do not let your faith crumble. Consider how the Apostle Paul was struck blind so that he might truly see; the Lord told Ananias, "I will show him how great things he must suffer for My Name's sake." Suffering, when taken from His hand, becomes a strange medicine.
You fear cancer, and that fear is natural. But fix your fear more deeply on God Himself. When our souls cleave to Him like a tree with roots deep in the earth, no storm of bad news can uproot us. If we only skim the surface with good intentions, even a slight gust will shake us. So nail your flesh to the fear of the Lord; then whatever the physician says, you will stand. Remember, He directs all that is before us unto good, not necessarily comfort, but the true good of the soul.
Do not despise your own adjuration. You beg Jesus; He hears. But let that begging be accompanied by repentance. I shudder when I think of eternal punishment, far worse than any earthly disease. Yet Christ's resurrection trampled down death and broke the gates of hell. Therefore, whether in health or in illness, you belong to Him. Imitate the women at the tomb who held His feet and worshipped, hearing Him say, "Be not afraid." So now, go your way, strengthened in resolve, giving thanks for whatever news comes, for beyond the biopsy lies the promise of a body that will never decay, if you hold fast to Him who first loved you.
You fear cancer, and that fear is natural. But fix your fear more deeply on God Himself. When our souls cleave to Him like a tree with roots deep in the earth, no storm of bad news can uproot us. If we only skim the surface with good intentions, even a slight gust will shake us. So nail your flesh to the fear of the Lord; then whatever the physician says, you will stand. Remember, He directs all that is before us unto good, not necessarily comfort, but the true good of the soul.
Do not despise your own adjuration. You beg Jesus; He hears. But let that begging be accompanied by repentance. I shudder when I think of eternal punishment, far worse than any earthly disease. Yet Christ's resurrection trampled down death and broke the gates of hell. Therefore, whether in health or in illness, you belong to Him. Imitate the women at the tomb who held His feet and worshipped, hearing Him say, "Be not afraid." So now, go your way, strengthened in resolve, giving thanks for whatever news comes, for beyond the biopsy lies the promise of a body that will never decay, if you hold fast to Him who first loved you.
