Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The pain you endure is not without purpose, nor is your heart’s cry unheard. Your necessity is known to God, who feeds even the most undeserving and clothes the grass of the field. Shall He not much more care for you, His servant, and for the child entrusted to your hands? This night, offer your suffering as a living sacrifice. Let no one persuade you to seek relief in amulets or foolish incantations, even if they name the name of Christ. The cross alone is your weapon, your remedy, and your sure defense. Sign it upon yourself, and say, “This I have, and other I know none.” To refuse false comforts is already a kind of martyrdom, and your steadfastness in pain, for the sake of that little one, will not go unnoticed by the Lord.
Consider the travail of a woman in childbirth: she groans, her anguish is sharp, yet when the child is born she no longer remembers the distress, for joy has filled her. Your present tribulation is likewise a birth pang. It may last through the night, but morning brings not only light but often relief, and always fresh mercy. Even if the pain lingers, grace shall be given, and your child will have a parent refined by fire, not consumed. God once appeared to say to Moses, “Let me alone, that I may consume the people,” yet privately he directed mercy. So the Lord sometimes seems severe, but His secret purposes are kindness. He may be hollowing out a deeper place in your soul for patience, for humility, for a hope that does not perish.
We will pray with you, that by morning the pain is lifted. But if the Father wills otherwise, remember: the sharpness of the Word is a surgeon’s blade, not a slayer’s sword. It wounds to heal. Do not despise the chastening, but lift your eyes to heaven, where your true citizenship lies. There your child, however fragile in body, is already treasured. There your own body will one day be free from every gall and stone. Until then, endure as seeing Him who is invisible. The Lord Jesus, who for our sake endured the agony of the cross, stands with you in the furnace. He will not suffer you to be tried beyond what you can bear. May His peace garrison your heart, and may the morning bring you a song of deliverance.
Consider the travail of a woman in childbirth: she groans, her anguish is sharp, yet when the child is born she no longer remembers the distress, for joy has filled her. Your present tribulation is likewise a birth pang. It may last through the night, but morning brings not only light but often relief, and always fresh mercy. Even if the pain lingers, grace shall be given, and your child will have a parent refined by fire, not consumed. God once appeared to say to Moses, “Let me alone, that I may consume the people,” yet privately he directed mercy. So the Lord sometimes seems severe, but His secret purposes are kindness. He may be hollowing out a deeper place in your soul for patience, for humility, for a hope that does not perish.
We will pray with you, that by morning the pain is lifted. But if the Father wills otherwise, remember: the sharpness of the Word is a surgeon’s blade, not a slayer’s sword. It wounds to heal. Do not despise the chastening, but lift your eyes to heaven, where your true citizenship lies. There your child, however fragile in body, is already treasured. There your own body will one day be free from every gall and stone. Until then, endure as seeing Him who is invisible. The Lord Jesus, who for our sake endured the agony of the cross, stands with you in the furnace. He will not suffer you to be tried beyond what you can bear. May His peace garrison your heart, and may the morning bring you a song of deliverance.
