Chrysostom
Humble Servant of All
You cry out in anguish, and the tangled cords of strife and secret sin have so wrapped your heart that you see no meaning in life. But the first work is not to untangle every outward knot at once; it is to enter the chamber of your own soul and tell your offenses in particular. For you speak of a brother who will not forgive past hurts, yet you yourself flee to the corruption of impure images when the weight presses. How can you ask pardon from God if you will not so much as know the sins you commit? Name them. Lay them bare. Only then will you taste the greatness of the benefit you seek.
Consider the Master who forgave the servant not merely a delay but the entire debt, moved with compassion. He did not wait for the servant to become worthy; He waited for him to ask. And when you ask, do not exalt yourself as one who deserves help while others wrong you. That is the rock of the Pharisee, who even in the harbor of prayer suffered shipwreck because he struck his pride against it. If after doing all we are unprofitable, what forgiveness can anyone expect who nurses a hidden boasting or demands his rights in a land dispute? Come out from the unclean things you touch in secret, and be separate. Do not merely groan over your brother’s cough or your nephew’s disrespect while your own soul festers unconfessed.
Christ bore sins to the Father not to condemn but to forgive. He took them from men and lifted them up that remission might flow. And what did David say? Blessed is the man whose iniquities are forgiven. That blessedness is offered to you now, not when you have solved every family breach or won your lot in court, but when you fall before God with a true and particular account of your own trespasses. Only then will you become grateful to your Benefactor, and from that gratitude will spring the strength to bear with others. The brother who cannot let go of old wounds, the sister-in-law who will not speak, perhaps they wait for someone to show them the path of humility by walking it first.
Life has no meaning because you have placed your hope in the unraveling of temporal knots. But if you learn to say from the heart, "Whether voluntary or involuntary, forgive," you will find that the very place of your struggle becomes the arena of grace. Lay aside the shame that keeps you silent, and do not merely ask for a putting off of the time. Beg for full remission, and then, having received mercy beyond measure, go and extend even a little to those around you. The blessedness of the forgiven is a greater glory than any earthly settlement, and it begins the moment you turn from the darkness and speak your sins in the light of His compassion.
Consider the Master who forgave the servant not merely a delay but the entire debt, moved with compassion. He did not wait for the servant to become worthy; He waited for him to ask. And when you ask, do not exalt yourself as one who deserves help while others wrong you. That is the rock of the Pharisee, who even in the harbor of prayer suffered shipwreck because he struck his pride against it. If after doing all we are unprofitable, what forgiveness can anyone expect who nurses a hidden boasting or demands his rights in a land dispute? Come out from the unclean things you touch in secret, and be separate. Do not merely groan over your brother’s cough or your nephew’s disrespect while your own soul festers unconfessed.
Christ bore sins to the Father not to condemn but to forgive. He took them from men and lifted them up that remission might flow. And what did David say? Blessed is the man whose iniquities are forgiven. That blessedness is offered to you now, not when you have solved every family breach or won your lot in court, but when you fall before God with a true and particular account of your own trespasses. Only then will you become grateful to your Benefactor, and from that gratitude will spring the strength to bear with others. The brother who cannot let go of old wounds, the sister-in-law who will not speak, perhaps they wait for someone to show them the path of humility by walking it first.
Life has no meaning because you have placed your hope in the unraveling of temporal knots. But if you learn to say from the heart, "Whether voluntary or involuntary, forgive," you will find that the very place of your struggle becomes the arena of grace. Lay aside the shame that keeps you silent, and do not merely ask for a putting off of the time. Beg for full remission, and then, having received mercy beyond measure, go and extend even a little to those around you. The blessedness of the forgiven is a greater glory than any earthly settlement, and it begins the moment you turn from the darkness and speak your sins in the light of His compassion.
