Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You bring your teeth and stomach, your unsettled cycle, pleading for an end to pain and swelling. It is not wrong to call upon God for healing, nor to use the means He has provided. For even the holy Timothy suffered often infirmities, and the Apostle did not bid him cast aside all care, but rather "take a little wine for thy stomach's sake." Do you see? He did not simply command the sickness away, though he held power over death itself. He left him under the yoke of medicine, that he might be humbled, and that we might learn that the greatest saints share our nature. Paul himself was given a thorn in the flesh, lest he be exalted. How then should we be offended when our own bodies ache?
These pains are a profitable visitation. They press the soul down, lest it swell with pride. They drive us to God when ease would make us forgetful. Too often we run after every remedy for the body, while the soul festers. We are willing to endure the surgeon's knife for a tooth, but delay to cut away the sins that rot us within. Is not the sickness of the soul more perilous than any inflammation of the gums or any disorder of digestion? Pain is of nature; sin is of deliberate choice. Do not murmur against your frame, nor let the Enemy steal the honor God has given you by making you love comfort more than godliness.
Pray, then, for relief, but with sober hope. If liberty is granted, give thanks. If the affliction remains, know that it has not been left you without purpose. The appetites of the belly and the flux of the body will one day be brought to nothing. Seek the more excellent way, the charity that is the root of all good. Let the quiet trust of a meek spirit be the true medicine of your days. For whether the body be at ease or in distress, this peace will keep your soul, and this alone is health that never fails.
These pains are a profitable visitation. They press the soul down, lest it swell with pride. They drive us to God when ease would make us forgetful. Too often we run after every remedy for the body, while the soul festers. We are willing to endure the surgeon's knife for a tooth, but delay to cut away the sins that rot us within. Is not the sickness of the soul more perilous than any inflammation of the gums or any disorder of digestion? Pain is of nature; sin is of deliberate choice. Do not murmur against your frame, nor let the Enemy steal the honor God has given you by making you love comfort more than godliness.
Pray, then, for relief, but with sober hope. If liberty is granted, give thanks. If the affliction remains, know that it has not been left you without purpose. The appetites of the belly and the flux of the body will one day be brought to nothing. Seek the more excellent way, the charity that is the root of all good. Let the quiet trust of a meek spirit be the true medicine of your days. For whether the body be at ease or in distress, this peace will keep your soul, and this alone is health that never fails.
