Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The harvest indeed is plenteous, but the laborers are few. You do well to feel the urgency of this hour, for the sickle must be put to the harvest when the crop is white and ready. Yet consider what it is you truly ask. When our Lord saw the multitudes scattered as sheep without a shepherd, He was moved with compassion, and He commanded prayer for laborers. But did He immediately multiply the twelve? By no means. He sent them out just as they were, and He made them many not by adding to their number, but by clothing them with power from on high.
So your plea for workers, for provision, for open doors and miraculous signs, is right and good. But take heed lest the laborer you pray for is yourself, and lest you imagine the power is lacking until some outward sign arrives. The same Spirit who descended at Pentecost as a rushing wind and tongues of fire now dwells in every believer, a keen-edged sickle for the harvest. The question is not whether God will send workers, but whether we who are already called will stand with one accord in one place, hearts united, hands stretched out in tender compassion.
I tremble when I read your detailed list of needs. Give to every one that asks of you, and do not turn away from the one who would borrow. We have not been constituted examiners into men's lives, for if we sift too carefully, we will have compassion on no one. It is the season of kindness, not strict inquiry. The laborer sent into the harvest must go with a heart that is not closed up, with humility, meekness, longsuffering, forgiving as Christ forgave. Even the wretched betrayer shared the salt with his Master up to the last day, such is the tender patience of our Lord.
Pray for workers, yes, but pray also that their labors be not in vain. I am afraid for you, lest somehow I have bestowed labor upon you to no purpose. The night is coming when no one can work, and the acceptable time is now. So fulfill my joy by living in unity, by bearing one another’s burdens, by showing the compassion of Christ to those who are harassed and helpless. For if you have any comfort in temptations, any consolation of love, any communion in the Spirit, then show by your own life that you have heard His voice. The harvest is ready. Let the sickle fall.
So your plea for workers, for provision, for open doors and miraculous signs, is right and good. But take heed lest the laborer you pray for is yourself, and lest you imagine the power is lacking until some outward sign arrives. The same Spirit who descended at Pentecost as a rushing wind and tongues of fire now dwells in every believer, a keen-edged sickle for the harvest. The question is not whether God will send workers, but whether we who are already called will stand with one accord in one place, hearts united, hands stretched out in tender compassion.
I tremble when I read your detailed list of needs. Give to every one that asks of you, and do not turn away from the one who would borrow. We have not been constituted examiners into men's lives, for if we sift too carefully, we will have compassion on no one. It is the season of kindness, not strict inquiry. The laborer sent into the harvest must go with a heart that is not closed up, with humility, meekness, longsuffering, forgiving as Christ forgave. Even the wretched betrayer shared the salt with his Master up to the last day, such is the tender patience of our Lord.
Pray for workers, yes, but pray also that their labors be not in vain. I am afraid for you, lest somehow I have bestowed labor upon you to no purpose. The night is coming when no one can work, and the acceptable time is now. So fulfill my joy by living in unity, by bearing one another’s burdens, by showing the compassion of Christ to those who are harassed and helpless. For if you have any comfort in temptations, any consolation of love, any communion in the Spirit, then show by your own life that you have heard His voice. The harvest is ready. Let the sickle fall.
