You plead for a swift recovery from sickness, for money to pay crushing debts, for a job, for a chance to relocate. The body cries out, and the soul grows faint under such weights. Yet hear this: Christ the Physician sets before you a publican, a man sick with covetousness, who was set free by obeying the Healer’s laws. That same Jesus who commanded the leper to give glory to God after his cleansing now calls you to that same posture in the midst of the sickness itself. For to give God thanks when the fever still burns, to utter Job’s words when the purse is empty, transforms a seeming loss into the greatest gain. The thief may carry off your treasures, but if you can say, “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away,” you have turned that loss into a storehouse richer than any earthly vault.
Do not think poverty your enemy. The Christian shines out in poverty far more than in wealth; there he is less arrogant, more sober, graver, more equitable. Riches in unskilled hands spoil the soul, inflating it with dropsy, making honesty more laborious, opening doors to rapine and fraud. You fear debts you cannot pay, but consider this: to forgive a trespass is to imitate God; to forgive a money debt is not the same glory. If you cannot release a debtor because your own hands are empty, do not despair, for you can still forgive every wrong done to you, and this is a coin that makes you rich toward heaven. Whatever you give there, you lend to God at interest, and it remains for you with great profit.
You seek to relocate, to flee present miseries. But cast not away your confidence, which has great recompense of reward. To recover a confidence thrown aside requires much labor, but to keep hold of it when everything presses you to let go, this strengthens the faint heart. Examine yourself strictly: not the sickness of the body, but the sickness of the soul, that sin which is more grievous than any demon. The demoniac is left humble and sober after an attack; sin leaves a venom that makes the soul insensible to shame. Blaspheme not God as though He used you ill, but look deeper. Perhaps this furnace is burning off dross you could not see. Bear it thankfully, and you depart hence purified.
The Lord sees a man not partially afflicted, but wholly undone, and He is able to make a whole man healthy. Trust the Physician. Give glory to God in sickness and in health, in debt and in provision, and you will find that the command to “give” is not a demand but a loan offered at interest, a debt God Himself undertakes to repay with honor.