Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The words you pour out are a flood of fear and wrath, yet they themselves work to drown your own soul before they touch your neighbor. You call down ruin, disgrace, and death, and you claim the name of Christ to do so. But consider what spirit speaks when a man prays for tragedies and cemeteries to fall upon another's house. The Lord whom you invoke taught a different prayer: "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us." He did not hand you a sword of curses to wield against those who disturb your sleep.
The disorder you describe is grievous, and I do not make light of the torment of having one's peace invaded by vain and dissolute living. But examine your own heart. Is the remedy you seek the bruising of your enemy under your feet, or the healing of your own soul? The apostle commands, "Bless them that persecute you; bless, and curse not." To pray for their destruction is to join in their evil, for it springs from the same bitter fountain of pride and anger. You are wounded, and so you wish to wound. This is the way the heathen take, not the way of the cross.
You say, "God is in control," yet your petition seethes with anxiety as if He were not. You ask Him to stop their evil purpose, but you demand it be done by disaster and disgrace. Such a prayer reveals not faith but a desperate desire to be the agent of your own vengeance, borrowing God's authority to sanctify your rage. The God of peace does not answer the petitions of an implacable heart. He resists the proud but gives grace to the humble. Humble yourself, then, in the presence of the wrong done to you, and ask not for their ruin but for your own deliverance from the sin that so easily besets you in this trial.
The right weapon against such disturbances is not a curse but earnest prayer for yourself, that you may be kept from hatred and uncharitable thoughts. Make your house a sanctuary by the order and piety of your own life. When the clamor rises outside, let your inner room be a place of prayer and psalm-singing, not a workshop of bitter imprecations. Practice first the easier virtue of bridling your tongue in your own home when your family annoys you; then you will have power to abide unconquered by the provocations of strangers. Instead of standing disorderly in spirit, laughing at judgment or crying out for wrath, stand with the angels in sober petition: "Lord, have mercy on them, and grant me patience." Then you will truly "stop it in the name of Jesus Christ," for you will have stopped the torrent of evil within your own breast. That is the victory God wills to give you.
The disorder you describe is grievous, and I do not make light of the torment of having one's peace invaded by vain and dissolute living. But examine your own heart. Is the remedy you seek the bruising of your enemy under your feet, or the healing of your own soul? The apostle commands, "Bless them that persecute you; bless, and curse not." To pray for their destruction is to join in their evil, for it springs from the same bitter fountain of pride and anger. You are wounded, and so you wish to wound. This is the way the heathen take, not the way of the cross.
You say, "God is in control," yet your petition seethes with anxiety as if He were not. You ask Him to stop their evil purpose, but you demand it be done by disaster and disgrace. Such a prayer reveals not faith but a desperate desire to be the agent of your own vengeance, borrowing God's authority to sanctify your rage. The God of peace does not answer the petitions of an implacable heart. He resists the proud but gives grace to the humble. Humble yourself, then, in the presence of the wrong done to you, and ask not for their ruin but for your own deliverance from the sin that so easily besets you in this trial.
The right weapon against such disturbances is not a curse but earnest prayer for yourself, that you may be kept from hatred and uncharitable thoughts. Make your house a sanctuary by the order and piety of your own life. When the clamor rises outside, let your inner room be a place of prayer and psalm-singing, not a workshop of bitter imprecations. Practice first the easier virtue of bridling your tongue in your own home when your family annoys you; then you will have power to abide unconquered by the provocations of strangers. Instead of standing disorderly in spirit, laughing at judgment or crying out for wrath, stand with the angels in sober petition: "Lord, have mercy on them, and grant me patience." Then you will truly "stop it in the name of Jesus Christ," for you will have stopped the torrent of evil within your own breast. That is the victory God wills to give you.
