Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You cry out from the depths of trouble, with no place to lay your head, with no one at hand to lift you up. This is a severe trial, a furnace of affliction. But do not despair. The Lord sees your poverty and knows your need. He is the helper of the friendless, the father of the desolate. Did He not say, “I am with you always”? Put your trust not in what you lack but in His abundant mercy.
Yet while you trust in Him, do not neglect what He has given: the church. She is a mother to the orphan, a family to the one alone. Come to her, and do not be ashamed to open your mouth and show your need. The Canaanite woman, though a foreigner and unworthy, cried out, “Help me!” She did not entreat the disciples to speak for her, she pressed near with boldness, and the Lord, who seemed to delay, was only drawing out her faith. Even so, let your plea be shameless before God and before His people. Lay hold of the feet of Christ in the persons of the poor among whom you now stand, for He said, “Inasmuch as you did it to the least of these, you did it to me.”
As for bills and application fees, the household of faith must stir itself. I am admonishing those among us who decorate the house of stone with gold and silk while neglecting the living temple in distress. Which is more precious? The brother shivering in the cold is a temple more splendid than walls of marble. You who hear these words, you who have a settled dwelling and a full table, do not overlook this soul crying at your gate. For not adorning the building brings no condemnation, but turning a deaf ear to the needy brings hell-fire and unquenchable torment. So now, let each one examine his heart: while you are reading this, your brother is homeless. What will you do? The Lord’s treasury is open, bring what you can, lest you meet Him with hands empty of mercy.
But to you who suffer, I say also: do not let your heart be hardened by this trial. Poverty often teaches us more than riches; it strips away false comforts and forces us to cling to Christ alone. The apostle said, “I have learned in whatever state I am to be content.” This is a hard lesson, but a blessed one. Do not imagine that God has forsaken you. The physician’s knife cuts to heal. Cry out day and night, and He will answer in His time. In the meanwhile, accept what aid is offered, and do not withdraw from the fellowship of believers. They are your friends, your family. You have none? You have us. You have Christ.
Rise, then, and take courage. The very extremity of your need is a platform for God to show His power. When no human arm can save, His right hand is stretched out. Only believe, and you will see the salvation of the Lord. And to all who read: let faith work by love, and let love work now, before the sun goes down. What you do for this one, you do for the Lord of glory.
Yet while you trust in Him, do not neglect what He has given: the church. She is a mother to the orphan, a family to the one alone. Come to her, and do not be ashamed to open your mouth and show your need. The Canaanite woman, though a foreigner and unworthy, cried out, “Help me!” She did not entreat the disciples to speak for her, she pressed near with boldness, and the Lord, who seemed to delay, was only drawing out her faith. Even so, let your plea be shameless before God and before His people. Lay hold of the feet of Christ in the persons of the poor among whom you now stand, for He said, “Inasmuch as you did it to the least of these, you did it to me.”
As for bills and application fees, the household of faith must stir itself. I am admonishing those among us who decorate the house of stone with gold and silk while neglecting the living temple in distress. Which is more precious? The brother shivering in the cold is a temple more splendid than walls of marble. You who hear these words, you who have a settled dwelling and a full table, do not overlook this soul crying at your gate. For not adorning the building brings no condemnation, but turning a deaf ear to the needy brings hell-fire and unquenchable torment. So now, let each one examine his heart: while you are reading this, your brother is homeless. What will you do? The Lord’s treasury is open, bring what you can, lest you meet Him with hands empty of mercy.
But to you who suffer, I say also: do not let your heart be hardened by this trial. Poverty often teaches us more than riches; it strips away false comforts and forces us to cling to Christ alone. The apostle said, “I have learned in whatever state I am to be content.” This is a hard lesson, but a blessed one. Do not imagine that God has forsaken you. The physician’s knife cuts to heal. Cry out day and night, and He will answer in His time. In the meanwhile, accept what aid is offered, and do not withdraw from the fellowship of believers. They are your friends, your family. You have none? You have us. You have Christ.
Rise, then, and take courage. The very extremity of your need is a platform for God to show His power. When no human arm can save, His right hand is stretched out. Only believe, and you will see the salvation of the Lord. And to all who read: let faith work by love, and let love work now, before the sun goes down. What you do for this one, you do for the Lord of glory.
