Chrysostom
Beloved Warrior
The body you see wasting with disease and the mind tormented by the fear of men, this is the house that is bound to perish. Let that truth not drive you deeper into your lonely chamber, but let it set your soul free. You have been keeping yourself shut indoors not because your skin bears marks, but because you have been holding fast to the beauty that takes flight before it appears. This earthly beauty, as soon as sickness or anxiety lays hold of it, vanishes. But the soul that Christ cleanses, that beauty is ever blooming, ever in its prime. You are a new believer, and you have turned to Jesus for intervention, and that is well. But do not ask merely for a healing of the skin while you cling to the very fear that disfigures the spirit. That anxiety you feel, that dread of rejection, is itself a spot and a wrinkle upon the robe He has given you.
I shudder to speak of the fire that is never quenched, not to drive you to despair, but to show you how little your present trial is in comparison. The Ninevites put on sackcloth for a city that was to fall. You, for an eternal weight of glory, can you not wear the lowliness of the poor in spirit? This is the very first beatitude, to be utterly broken and contrite, trembling at His words. You are lonely, you say. This is a severe mercy. For when a man is stripped of the crowd’s approval, he has no place to stand but before the face of God. Do not seek to face people again merely to win back their acceptance. Rather, learn to walk worthily of your calling with all lowliness. True lowliness is not just in words, but in your very bearing, to count others better than yourself even when they might stare. If they reject you, you are doing what Christ did.
Do not suppose I ask you to ignore the pain of the flesh. But I say to you, “asking no question,” be rid of the anxiety that makes the thing unclean. The psoriasis is not in its essence evil; it is the fear of man, the anger at your condition, and the despondency that make the soul sick. For the man who eats in ignorance is free, and so is the man who suffers in faith, entrusting himself to the Creator. Cease from the frantic effort to supplant the bodies of others who seem whole. Do not become an emulator of the devil, who sought to cast man down rather than mend his own state. Let them be. Your war is not with them but with the thought that your life is hidden in their gaze. Contend for the beauty of the inner chamber, the nuptial chamber undefiled, which no disease can wither. Consort with the Three Children who, from the furnace, offered a contrite spirit. That is the sacrifice. I have seen the power of Paul’s chain, more glorious than a miracle. If God grants your body a relief, it will be for the sake of that hidden man of the heart. But if He does not grant it yet, it is so you might learn that His grace is sufficient, and that your house is not here.
I shudder to speak of the fire that is never quenched, not to drive you to despair, but to show you how little your present trial is in comparison. The Ninevites put on sackcloth for a city that was to fall. You, for an eternal weight of glory, can you not wear the lowliness of the poor in spirit? This is the very first beatitude, to be utterly broken and contrite, trembling at His words. You are lonely, you say. This is a severe mercy. For when a man is stripped of the crowd’s approval, he has no place to stand but before the face of God. Do not seek to face people again merely to win back their acceptance. Rather, learn to walk worthily of your calling with all lowliness. True lowliness is not just in words, but in your very bearing, to count others better than yourself even when they might stare. If they reject you, you are doing what Christ did.
Do not suppose I ask you to ignore the pain of the flesh. But I say to you, “asking no question,” be rid of the anxiety that makes the thing unclean. The psoriasis is not in its essence evil; it is the fear of man, the anger at your condition, and the despondency that make the soul sick. For the man who eats in ignorance is free, and so is the man who suffers in faith, entrusting himself to the Creator. Cease from the frantic effort to supplant the bodies of others who seem whole. Do not become an emulator of the devil, who sought to cast man down rather than mend his own state. Let them be. Your war is not with them but with the thought that your life is hidden in their gaze. Contend for the beauty of the inner chamber, the nuptial chamber undefiled, which no disease can wither. Consort with the Three Children who, from the furnace, offered a contrite spirit. That is the sacrifice. I have seen the power of Paul’s chain, more glorious than a miracle. If God grants your body a relief, it will be for the sake of that hidden man of the heart. But if He does not grant it yet, it is so you might learn that His grace is sufficient, and that your house is not here.
