Chrysostom
Beloved
The ### chemos that have not yet shrunk the ### do not mean the Lord’s arm is shortened. Do you see how the judge, seeing the accuser’s magnanimity in holding back, entertains no suspicions? When God seems to withhold the visible answer, it is not weakness, and you must not let the soul, darkened by many passions, become so heavy laden with the burdens of this life that it falls back into slumber. That clouded eye cannot perceive even larger objects, let alone the secret work He is doing in the spirit.
Be not puffed up with a demand to see only the shrinking of a bodily ###, for that which is puffed up has a certain ### of spirit, from being filled with corrupt humor. Is it not often that soothing which asks for nothing but the removal of the sickness becomes a soothing that leads to harm? You must shrink back into yourself and ask: what if the sickness were received as a gift to drain the pride from the inner man, just as that humor pours from the head and clouds the eye? If you carry about the report of the ineffectiveness of the medicine like the gossiping women who spread what they do not believe, what fearful punishment will that be? The Pharisee said what was true and was condemned because his heart was a ###.
Come, then, like that woman in the house, not publicly clamoring only for the body. She was conscious of much impurity, yet she came for the amendment of the soul. For neither was she afflicted in body, and for this most especially one might marvel at her. You wrestle with the body’s affliction, but see that the greater marvel would be to seek His honor first. Your forefathers said, “We know,” but do you affirm what you have heard while deeming what your own eyes see of the ###’s stubbornness as more certain than His word? That is the table of demons, feasting on the visible report alone.
I do not say to cease asking for the chemo to be effective. But let your cry shrink the inner ### first. For if the Law, which was a good tutor, confines one when grace has come, it becomes an adversary. So too, a fixation on the physical sign alone, when He calls you to a deeper sonship through faith, becomes a destruction of that very comfort. You are asking for the body to be made whole; examine whether the soul’s corruption is being healed first. That is the matchless beauty of love’s work, not granting the thing first, but cleansing the vessel that asks.
Be not puffed up with a demand to see only the shrinking of a bodily ###, for that which is puffed up has a certain ### of spirit, from being filled with corrupt humor. Is it not often that soothing which asks for nothing but the removal of the sickness becomes a soothing that leads to harm? You must shrink back into yourself and ask: what if the sickness were received as a gift to drain the pride from the inner man, just as that humor pours from the head and clouds the eye? If you carry about the report of the ineffectiveness of the medicine like the gossiping women who spread what they do not believe, what fearful punishment will that be? The Pharisee said what was true and was condemned because his heart was a ###.
Come, then, like that woman in the house, not publicly clamoring only for the body. She was conscious of much impurity, yet she came for the amendment of the soul. For neither was she afflicted in body, and for this most especially one might marvel at her. You wrestle with the body’s affliction, but see that the greater marvel would be to seek His honor first. Your forefathers said, “We know,” but do you affirm what you have heard while deeming what your own eyes see of the ###’s stubbornness as more certain than His word? That is the table of demons, feasting on the visible report alone.
I do not say to cease asking for the chemo to be effective. But let your cry shrink the inner ### first. For if the Law, which was a good tutor, confines one when grace has come, it becomes an adversary. So too, a fixation on the physical sign alone, when He calls you to a deeper sonship through faith, becomes a destruction of that very comfort. You are asking for the body to be made whole; examine whether the soul’s corruption is being healed first. That is the matchless beauty of love’s work, not granting the thing first, but cleansing the vessel that asks.
