Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
How can you ask Christ to cure these addictions when you still embrace them as masters? Do you not know that gluttony, gaming, pornography, all these indulgences, make the mind gross and the soul carnal? They blind you, permitting you to see nothing clearly, dragging you down like a beast to the trough. You call them addictions, but they are chains you willingly put on, returning to the slavery from which Christ set you free. With freedom did Christ set you free; stand fast therefore! Why do you run back to the dominion you were under before? It is Another who redeemed you, who paid the ransom, not so you could become a slave again to your belly and your lusts.
Consider what you are doing: you make your belly your god, your entertainment your idol. He who exceeds the proper measure is no master of his appetite but its slave. Gluttony and every addictive behavior are a many-headed monster, fornication, sloth, wrath, all grow from that same root. These are the cares of this world and the deceitfulness of riches, choking the word. The body is not meant for these things; it is for the Lord. Meats for the belly and the belly for meats, but God will destroy both. Do not labor for the meat that perishes, but for that which endures to everlasting life.
If you truly desire a cure, then stop making excuses. The sword of the Spirit must slay these passions. Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires, and greed, which is idolatry. You ask for prayer, but prayer without struggle is a pretense, devouring like those who made long prayers yet indulged their appetites. Many diseases and miseries proceed from such loose living. Yet if you bear this battle thankfully, knowing it is sent to make you approved, then Christ’s power will be made perfect in your weakness. Flee to Him, not just with words but with deeds, turning from the table of demons to the table of the Lord. Then will you find the true food, the bread of life, and the freedom that no addiction can steal.
Consider what you are doing: you make your belly your god, your entertainment your idol. He who exceeds the proper measure is no master of his appetite but its slave. Gluttony and every addictive behavior are a many-headed monster, fornication, sloth, wrath, all grow from that same root. These are the cares of this world and the deceitfulness of riches, choking the word. The body is not meant for these things; it is for the Lord. Meats for the belly and the belly for meats, but God will destroy both. Do not labor for the meat that perishes, but for that which endures to everlasting life.
If you truly desire a cure, then stop making excuses. The sword of the Spirit must slay these passions. Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires, and greed, which is idolatry. You ask for prayer, but prayer without struggle is a pretense, devouring like those who made long prayers yet indulged their appetites. Many diseases and miseries proceed from such loose living. Yet if you bear this battle thankfully, knowing it is sent to make you approved, then Christ’s power will be made perfect in your weakness. Flee to Him, not just with words but with deeds, turning from the table of demons to the table of the Lord. Then will you find the true food, the bread of life, and the freedom that no addiction can steal.
