Chrysostom
Good and Faithful Servant
You commend your wife’s journey to the Lord, and rightly so, for we ought in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving to make our requests known. But consider this outward travel as an image of the greater journey of the soul. For suppose there were two roads, the one leading to a furnace, and the other to a Paradise; and that the one unto the furnace were broad, the other unto Paradise, narrow; which road would you choose? You have asked for bodily safety, which is a natural and permitted care, but let it not eclipse the far weightier matter. Let no one hope to travel the narrow road with luxury, for it is impossible. When you see others luxuriating in ease and broad paths, do not think your wife unhappy if at any time the way proves hard, but commit her to that path that leads to rest, for what is the advantage of a smooth road here when it ends in tribulation?
Fear the precipices on either side, yet go forward in confidence because of Jesus our guide. Do not merely begin in the hope of your calling, but walk in it to the end. If we had to travel a road leading to a royal city, and then when we had passed over the greater part of it, were to flag and sit down near the very close, it would profit us nothing. So let this request for a night’s journey be swallowed up in the grand petition: that she, and all in that car, might travel the narrow way that leads unto life. For if this work be of God, no peril can overthrow them; the true keeping is the keeping of the soul. Let her be sober and wakeful in that inner journey, and though but for a little while one slumbers, he is swept away quickly. Give thanks indeed for all things, but let your greatest thanks be for the road itself, painful though it sometimes be, for it alone conducts to the place where things are kept safe and no true loss can ever touch them.
Fear the precipices on either side, yet go forward in confidence because of Jesus our guide. Do not merely begin in the hope of your calling, but walk in it to the end. If we had to travel a road leading to a royal city, and then when we had passed over the greater part of it, were to flag and sit down near the very close, it would profit us nothing. So let this request for a night’s journey be swallowed up in the grand petition: that she, and all in that car, might travel the narrow way that leads unto life. For if this work be of God, no peril can overthrow them; the true keeping is the keeping of the soul. Let her be sober and wakeful in that inner journey, and though but for a little while one slumbers, he is swept away quickly. Give thanks indeed for all things, but let your greatest thanks be for the road itself, painful though it sometimes be, for it alone conducts to the place where things are kept safe and no true loss can ever touch them.
