Chrysostom
Beloved
Your soul is in a tempest, and you have allowed the waves of passion to throw you about like a ship without a rudder. Do you not see that giving voice to such unbridled rage and cursing makes you no different from a demoniac, raving and casting off all shame? The mouth that blesses God must not pour forth such bitterness. You speak of the blood of Jesus, yet you hand your tongue over to the enemy by crying out in fury. If you desire victory over Satan, begin by silencing the storm within your own heart. No demon can harm a soul that clings to Christ in humility and self-control.
You are wounded by your daughter’s words, and the pain is heavy. But consider: is it not permitted by God for your testing? As gold is tried in the fire, so faith is purified by affliction. The righteous do not rage against the flame; they give thanks. Did not the Canaanite woman endure silence and what seemed like rejection, yet persevered in faith until she heard, “Great is your faith, be it unto you even as you will”? You too must wrestle in prayer and patience, not in demands and curses. Tell God your sorrow, but do not dictate to Him how He must act or when.
You desire to flee the country as though escaping the hatred of your own household. But our Lord never promised that the world would love us; He promised the very opposite. “If you were of the world, the world would love its own.” The servant is not greater than his Master. If you suffer reproach for doing right, rejoice that you share in Christ’s sufferings. But examine yourself carefully: have you given any other cause for strife besides the gospel? Walk as a sheep among wolves, harmless and blameless, so that those who revile you may be put to shame by your gentle conduct. Rash words and violent wishes only justify their malice.
Your daughter’s soul is precious, and you must love her with a love that seeks her eternal good, not merely the comfort of feeling loved in return. True friendship dares to reprove with tenderness, but never with hatred. If you truly desire her healing, then first show her the face of a mother who, though wronged, does not repay evil for evil. Stand firm in meekness, redeeming the time, for the days are evil. Do not make your love conditional on her response. Commend her to God, and let Him work in His own way.
Do not say it is too much to bear. He who allowed the trial will also make a way through it, and even use it to burn away your sins so that you may depart purified. The wounds of a friend are faithful; perhaps this pain, accepted in the right spirit, may work a deeper healing in you both than ease ever could. Let your speech be seasoned with salt, and let your prayer be like this: “Lord, forgive both her and me all our sins.” Then leave the outcome with Him who judges righteously. Shake off the spirit of despair and rage, and clothe yourself in the quiet confidence of those who wait on the Lord.
You are wounded by your daughter’s words, and the pain is heavy. But consider: is it not permitted by God for your testing? As gold is tried in the fire, so faith is purified by affliction. The righteous do not rage against the flame; they give thanks. Did not the Canaanite woman endure silence and what seemed like rejection, yet persevered in faith until she heard, “Great is your faith, be it unto you even as you will”? You too must wrestle in prayer and patience, not in demands and curses. Tell God your sorrow, but do not dictate to Him how He must act or when.
You desire to flee the country as though escaping the hatred of your own household. But our Lord never promised that the world would love us; He promised the very opposite. “If you were of the world, the world would love its own.” The servant is not greater than his Master. If you suffer reproach for doing right, rejoice that you share in Christ’s sufferings. But examine yourself carefully: have you given any other cause for strife besides the gospel? Walk as a sheep among wolves, harmless and blameless, so that those who revile you may be put to shame by your gentle conduct. Rash words and violent wishes only justify their malice.
Your daughter’s soul is precious, and you must love her with a love that seeks her eternal good, not merely the comfort of feeling loved in return. True friendship dares to reprove with tenderness, but never with hatred. If you truly desire her healing, then first show her the face of a mother who, though wronged, does not repay evil for evil. Stand firm in meekness, redeeming the time, for the days are evil. Do not make your love conditional on her response. Commend her to God, and let Him work in His own way.
Do not say it is too much to bear. He who allowed the trial will also make a way through it, and even use it to burn away your sins so that you may depart purified. The wounds of a friend are faithful; perhaps this pain, accepted in the right spirit, may work a deeper healing in you both than ease ever could. Let your speech be seasoned with salt, and let your prayer be like this: “Lord, forgive both her and me all our sins.” Then leave the outcome with Him who judges righteously. Shake off the spirit of despair and rage, and clothe yourself in the quiet confidence of those who wait on the Lord.
