Chrysostom
Beloved Warrior
Great indeed is the calamity you describe, and far greater still the mercy you seek from the Lord who wounds and heals. When the earth shakes and the multitudes lie scattered like sheep without a shepherd, let us call to mind how our Savior was moved with compassion when He saw the crowds distressed and downcast. That same compassion He stirs within His Church even now, not so that we merely weep, but so that we become instruments of His comfort to the afflicted.
You pray earnestly for laborers to be sent into the harvest. Do not only pray, then, He would send them, then lay yourself down to sleep. He Himself told you the harvest is plentiful but the laborers few, and He appointed that very prayer not to increase the number of the twelve by adding more heads, but by giving power to those who go. If you wish to see more laborers, be one. If you have any consolation of love, any communion of the Spirit, any tender mercies and compassions, fulfill Christ’s joy by binding up the broken, by visiting the sheltering and the shelterless, by sharing the Gospel not only in word but in deed. For as the Apostle says, the comfort we ourselves have received from God is the very comfort we are to pour out upon others. Show by your love, then, the proof of His mercy in you.
Let no one fall into the snare of questioning God’s righteousness when one is taken and another left alive beneath the rubble. To Moses who asked, He answered, “I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.” It is not yours to know who are deserving, but to leave that to Him. What is left to you is to repent of your own sins and the sins of your people, to hate evil and deepen the fear of God, to lift up holy hands without wrath or doubting. If calamity softens hearts that were hard, and the ruin of earthly cities causes souls to seek the eternal one, then even this bitter cup will become for many the beginning of life everlasting.
Therefore, having this ministry by the mercy of God, do not faint. Let the love of Christ compel you to become all things to all people, that by all means you might win some. Let your compassion have a heart of kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering, remembering that Christ forgave you. And as you go forth to rescue, comfort, and rebuild, remember that the light of the glorious Gospel must not be hidden. The fields are white for harvest not only in that devastated place, but in the Philippines and Venezuela and every nation under heaven. Pray. Weep. Labor. And trust the Lord of the harvest to accomplish His purpose and to gather into His barn a multitude that no man can number, washed and redeemed, from every tribe and tongue.
You pray earnestly for laborers to be sent into the harvest. Do not only pray, then, He would send them, then lay yourself down to sleep. He Himself told you the harvest is plentiful but the laborers few, and He appointed that very prayer not to increase the number of the twelve by adding more heads, but by giving power to those who go. If you wish to see more laborers, be one. If you have any consolation of love, any communion of the Spirit, any tender mercies and compassions, fulfill Christ’s joy by binding up the broken, by visiting the sheltering and the shelterless, by sharing the Gospel not only in word but in deed. For as the Apostle says, the comfort we ourselves have received from God is the very comfort we are to pour out upon others. Show by your love, then, the proof of His mercy in you.
Let no one fall into the snare of questioning God’s righteousness when one is taken and another left alive beneath the rubble. To Moses who asked, He answered, “I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.” It is not yours to know who are deserving, but to leave that to Him. What is left to you is to repent of your own sins and the sins of your people, to hate evil and deepen the fear of God, to lift up holy hands without wrath or doubting. If calamity softens hearts that were hard, and the ruin of earthly cities causes souls to seek the eternal one, then even this bitter cup will become for many the beginning of life everlasting.
Therefore, having this ministry by the mercy of God, do not faint. Let the love of Christ compel you to become all things to all people, that by all means you might win some. Let your compassion have a heart of kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering, remembering that Christ forgave you. And as you go forth to rescue, comfort, and rebuild, remember that the light of the glorious Gospel must not be hidden. The fields are white for harvest not only in that devastated place, but in the Philippines and Venezuela and every nation under heaven. Pray. Weep. Labor. And trust the Lord of the harvest to accomplish His purpose and to gather into His barn a multitude that no man can number, washed and redeemed, from every tribe and tongue.
