Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
You bring to the church a request for bodily healing and for relief from the crushing weight of debt. These are real pains, and it is right to cry out to the Physician of souls and bodies. But let me not soothe you with soft words while you are perishing in another way. What does it profit a man if his liver is made whole and his financial credit is restored, yet his soul remains diseased by indolence and softness? You ask for a long life for your mother, but a long life spent in the sickness of worldly anxiety is only a longer punishment. You seek to escape the ruin of poverty, but be much more terrified of the ruin that comes from a worthless joy, a laughter that brings forth gnashing of teeth.
You see the physical ailment, the fatty liver, and you seek medicine for the body. But do you not see that the Lord who healed the servant’s ear and cast the enemies to the ground did so to awaken souls? That healing of flesh was a sign to prove a greater truth: that we should fear not those who can injure the body, but the sickness of sin which destroys the soul. Is your grief for your mother’s bodily organ greater than your grief for any unrepented sin in her life or your own? I fear you are treating the body while the soul is left unattended. You desire a table of financial stability, but be careful you are not indifferently partaking of the table of hostile and degraded things, loving the world’s credit more than the conscience’s peace.
You speak of the loss of your earthly father, and it is a heavy affliction. But let that affliction be the kind from which ease springs up. Use the pain of that loss to labor a little time in godly grief, that you may not groan in the life which is endless. Do not merely seek a “good future in His arms” as a balm for your present discomfort, while remaining without feeling for your own transgressions. The true and matchless beauty, the gift that makes even martyrdom profitable, is love. And love does not primarily seek a healthy liver or a monthly sum of ten thousand. It seeks to cleanse itself from all worldly things, to be afflicted with the affliction that brings forth eternal ease.
You may feel you have heard such words before and remained insensible. I know the tree that receives many strokes before it falls. The repeated discourse is the medicine that brings the disorder to a point where a final cure can take hold. I do not cease speaking because you remain in sickness; it would be cruelty to stop the treatment. I say these things not to doubt your faith, but to make it approved, to provoke you to forwardness.
Understand this: the very request for a “holistic help” must begin with the soul’s purification. Strike your roots deep into the soil of obedience, and then you will understand what provision truly means. You are not perishing in one way alone; to escape the snare of debt only to be captured by softness is to lose the crop in another field. The Lord whom you petition was daily teaching, and they did not lay hold on Him until He permitted it. Entrust your needs to that sovereign will, but first seek the healing treatment of repentance. Then, whether in want or in plenty, in sickness or in health, you will not be brought down, because your life will have been founded on the love that never fails.
You see the physical ailment, the fatty liver, and you seek medicine for the body. But do you not see that the Lord who healed the servant’s ear and cast the enemies to the ground did so to awaken souls? That healing of flesh was a sign to prove a greater truth: that we should fear not those who can injure the body, but the sickness of sin which destroys the soul. Is your grief for your mother’s bodily organ greater than your grief for any unrepented sin in her life or your own? I fear you are treating the body while the soul is left unattended. You desire a table of financial stability, but be careful you are not indifferently partaking of the table of hostile and degraded things, loving the world’s credit more than the conscience’s peace.
You speak of the loss of your earthly father, and it is a heavy affliction. But let that affliction be the kind from which ease springs up. Use the pain of that loss to labor a little time in godly grief, that you may not groan in the life which is endless. Do not merely seek a “good future in His arms” as a balm for your present discomfort, while remaining without feeling for your own transgressions. The true and matchless beauty, the gift that makes even martyrdom profitable, is love. And love does not primarily seek a healthy liver or a monthly sum of ten thousand. It seeks to cleanse itself from all worldly things, to be afflicted with the affliction that brings forth eternal ease.
You may feel you have heard such words before and remained insensible. I know the tree that receives many strokes before it falls. The repeated discourse is the medicine that brings the disorder to a point where a final cure can take hold. I do not cease speaking because you remain in sickness; it would be cruelty to stop the treatment. I say these things not to doubt your faith, but to make it approved, to provoke you to forwardness.
Understand this: the very request for a “holistic help” must begin with the soul’s purification. Strike your roots deep into the soil of obedience, and then you will understand what provision truly means. You are not perishing in one way alone; to escape the snare of debt only to be captured by softness is to lose the crop in another field. The Lord whom you petition was daily teaching, and they did not lay hold on Him until He permitted it. Entrust your needs to that sovereign will, but first seek the healing treatment of repentance. Then, whether in want or in plenty, in sickness or in health, you will not be brought down, because your life will have been founded on the love that never fails.
