Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You pour out your fears about blood pressure and anxiety, asking for a smooth journey and safety for your son. But look closely at what you are doing. You are like Peter, who, in the garden, let pressure of anxiety banish from his mind all the great affection Jesus had shown him. The Evangelists wrote of his fall not to accuse the disciple, but to teach us how great an evil it is not to commit all to God, but to trust to one’s self. You say you love God and love Jesus, yet here you are, overwhelmed with the very thing He warns against, clutching at a calm outcome as if it were your own to secure.
Why do you let your soul be so light, so unsteady, so fluttering? Anxiety is a tempest worse than any outward storm, puffing a person up with pleasure one moment and dragging them under the next. This is the profit of your careful planning and your plea for a straight path home? No, it is the mischief: the anxiety itself is greater than any physical danger. You are asking to be kept safe from further medical attention, but what you truly need is to be kept safe from the arrogance of thinking your will must be done. For if this work of your healing is of God, no one can overthrow it, and if it is of man, it will come to naught. Your fretting adds nothing.
You love God? Then “keep the feast” all your life by ceasing to trust in yourself. Do you not know that without shedding of blood there is no remission? The Son of God was made man for you, He freed you from death, and called you to a kingdom. How can it be less than your duty to stand firm in that, not in a demand for an easy afternoon? If your appointment leads where you do not wish, will you then think He has abandoned you? Look instead to the tender care of your Master, who, even when bound, raised Peter up by a look and launched him into a sea of tears. That is a far safer place than a road without trouble. Strip yourself of this ridiculous clothing of worldly carefulness, and you will find pure pleasure and honor that cannot be lost. Let your son’s safety be in God’s hands, not a cause for your inward self-torment. Go to your appointment, but go with your mind set on the kingdom, not on the fleeting peace of a trouble-free return.
Why do you let your soul be so light, so unsteady, so fluttering? Anxiety is a tempest worse than any outward storm, puffing a person up with pleasure one moment and dragging them under the next. This is the profit of your careful planning and your plea for a straight path home? No, it is the mischief: the anxiety itself is greater than any physical danger. You are asking to be kept safe from further medical attention, but what you truly need is to be kept safe from the arrogance of thinking your will must be done. For if this work of your healing is of God, no one can overthrow it, and if it is of man, it will come to naught. Your fretting adds nothing.
You love God? Then “keep the feast” all your life by ceasing to trust in yourself. Do you not know that without shedding of blood there is no remission? The Son of God was made man for you, He freed you from death, and called you to a kingdom. How can it be less than your duty to stand firm in that, not in a demand for an easy afternoon? If your appointment leads where you do not wish, will you then think He has abandoned you? Look instead to the tender care of your Master, who, even when bound, raised Peter up by a look and launched him into a sea of tears. That is a far safer place than a road without trouble. Strip yourself of this ridiculous clothing of worldly carefulness, and you will find pure pleasure and honor that cannot be lost. Let your son’s safety be in God’s hands, not a cause for your inward self-torment. Go to your appointment, but go with your mind set on the kingdom, not on the fleeting peace of a trouble-free return.
