Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The weight of nightly sleeplessness and the burden of bodily sickness press hard upon the soul, yet these very trials, when borne with faith, become the school of sobriety. Your husband’s restless nights, are they not like the sleep that troubled the Apostles in the storm? They saw the Lord sleeping on the cushion, and they cried out in fear; yet He arose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. That same Lord, who bore our infirmities, does not slumber nor sleep, and He stands ready to command peace into your husband’s body and circumstances. The sleep that eludes him may be a summons to watchfulness of spirit: to cast every care upon Him who cares for you, for the present life is but a dream, and the things in it no different from shadows. The stress over tasks, the anxiety over medical conditions, these are the waves that threaten to swamp the little boat. But if Christ is aboard, even when He seems to sleep, the vessel cannot sink.
You ask for the Holy Spirit’s intervention. Indeed He is the Comforter, the very breath of the Church, who makes intercession for the saints with groanings that cannot be uttered. When the jailer at Philippi saw the prison doors opened, he did not first ask for bodily safety but fell down crying, “What must I do to be saved?” So too, when we pray for safety and smooth tasks, let us remember that the truest safety is to be found within the pasture of the Lord, that fold where no one can thrust us out. If it be His will, He will send the neighbor at the right moment, even as He sent an earthquake to loose the chains of Paul and Silas. But whether the neighbor comes swiftly or not, the Helper who never fails is already present. Bodily assistance is a mercy, yet far greater is the quiet confidence of a soul anchored in God’s will.
Make provision for the flesh, as the Apostle says, but not to fulfill its lusts. Care for the body’s health, a little wine for the stomach’s sake, rest, medicine, but do so without kindling the flame of anxious fretting. That care which overspills into panic is no longer provision but drunkenness of the soul. Poverty and want, sleeplessness and pain, these often compel us to labor in prayer and to cling more tightly to virtue. They rouse us from the drowsiness of sin. So do not despair if the night hours wear on; it is possible in a little time to gain more than in many days of ease. Let this trial become an exercise-ring for faith. Pray for calm, yes, but also pray that in the midst of the storm your husband may hear the Master’s voice: “Peace, be still.” And you yourself, while keeping watch in prayer, be sober, for the Day of the Lord comes as a thief only to those who sleep the sleep of negligence. Stand ready, then, with lamp burning, and entrust both the sleeping body and the waking soul to Him who alone gives safety and calm that the world cannot take away.
You ask for the Holy Spirit’s intervention. Indeed He is the Comforter, the very breath of the Church, who makes intercession for the saints with groanings that cannot be uttered. When the jailer at Philippi saw the prison doors opened, he did not first ask for bodily safety but fell down crying, “What must I do to be saved?” So too, when we pray for safety and smooth tasks, let us remember that the truest safety is to be found within the pasture of the Lord, that fold where no one can thrust us out. If it be His will, He will send the neighbor at the right moment, even as He sent an earthquake to loose the chains of Paul and Silas. But whether the neighbor comes swiftly or not, the Helper who never fails is already present. Bodily assistance is a mercy, yet far greater is the quiet confidence of a soul anchored in God’s will.
Make provision for the flesh, as the Apostle says, but not to fulfill its lusts. Care for the body’s health, a little wine for the stomach’s sake, rest, medicine, but do so without kindling the flame of anxious fretting. That care which overspills into panic is no longer provision but drunkenness of the soul. Poverty and want, sleeplessness and pain, these often compel us to labor in prayer and to cling more tightly to virtue. They rouse us from the drowsiness of sin. So do not despair if the night hours wear on; it is possible in a little time to gain more than in many days of ease. Let this trial become an exercise-ring for faith. Pray for calm, yes, but also pray that in the midst of the storm your husband may hear the Master’s voice: “Peace, be still.” And you yourself, while keeping watch in prayer, be sober, for the Day of the Lord comes as a thief only to those who sleep the sleep of negligence. Stand ready, then, with lamp burning, and entrust both the sleeping body and the waking soul to Him who alone gives safety and calm that the world cannot take away.
