Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The body’s affliction draws us here, to this spiritual surgery, where the wounds of the soul may be treated even as the flesh goes under the knife. You rightly seek the Great Physician for ###, and the surgeons’ hands need skill, yes, but what they hold is a gift of healings, which cures only the body. The power belongs to God alone, who both strikes and makes whole. Pray, then, not merely for steady hands, but for a clean heart in ### and in all who wait. For a tumor in the flesh is plain to see, but there is a tumor of the spirit, a puffing up from corrupt humors of pride or fear or earthly clinging, which no scalpel can cut away. Let this trial lance that hidden swelling, lest she emerge from one ailment only to carry a worse one within.
You say you are believing the tumor is benign, and that is a good hope. Yet take care. The Pharisee spoke truth when he said he was not like the publican, and he said it to no man’s ear, yet he was condemned. To declare our faith in a particular outcome can, if we are not watchful, mingle with a self-assured spirit that forgets the chasm between the creature and the Creator. It is better to say, “Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst make me clean,” than to presume upon the shape of His mercy. The soul, when it is clear and transparent, sees steadfastly; but when darkened by many passions, like a thick cloud before the eye, it cannot perceive even large things. This waiting is itself a surgery for the soul, scraping away the film of worldly care so that you may see Christ more clearly.
The surgeons and nurses have a gift, lesser than prophecy or teaching, yet still a gift. Thank God for it. But do not rest there. A candle is useful by night, but if it clings to us when the sun has risen, it becomes an adversary. The skill of medicine is that candle; let it point you to the Sun of Righteousness, who alone carries the power that heals and saves to the uttermost. Do not let the means obscure the Healer. Entrust ### to those hands for the hour, but entrust her whole being, soul and body, to the hands that were pierced for her. The true healing is not that this tumor be merely benign, but that whatever comes, she and you are found nearer to Christ.
You say you are believing the tumor is benign, and that is a good hope. Yet take care. The Pharisee spoke truth when he said he was not like the publican, and he said it to no man’s ear, yet he was condemned. To declare our faith in a particular outcome can, if we are not watchful, mingle with a self-assured spirit that forgets the chasm between the creature and the Creator. It is better to say, “Lord, if Thou wilt, Thou canst make me clean,” than to presume upon the shape of His mercy. The soul, when it is clear and transparent, sees steadfastly; but when darkened by many passions, like a thick cloud before the eye, it cannot perceive even large things. This waiting is itself a surgery for the soul, scraping away the film of worldly care so that you may see Christ more clearly.
The surgeons and nurses have a gift, lesser than prophecy or teaching, yet still a gift. Thank God for it. But do not rest there. A candle is useful by night, but if it clings to us when the sun has risen, it becomes an adversary. The skill of medicine is that candle; let it point you to the Sun of Righteousness, who alone carries the power that heals and saves to the uttermost. Do not let the means obscure the Healer. Entrust ### to those hands for the hour, but entrust her whole being, soul and body, to the hands that were pierced for her. The true healing is not that this tumor be merely benign, but that whatever comes, she and you are found nearer to Christ.
