Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The chains that bind you are not spells or fate, but the cords of your own desires and the deceitfulness of sin. You say life has been unfair; but it is you who have dealt unfairly with your own soul, squandering what God entrusted to you on a phantom of gain that crumbles to dust. Yet while you have breath, do not plunge into the greater darkness of self-murder. That is no escape, but a headlong fall into the hands of the living God, to whom you must give an account for the life He gave. For we are His, whether we live or die, and He does not spare His own to destruction unless they cast themselves away.
Your addiction is a furious tempest, a storm of thoughts that whips the mind into madness. The narrow way that leads to life is choked by such cares and passions; you have fattened your soul on empty excitement, and now it cannot squeeze through the strait gate. But the rock of Christ’s teaching stands unmoved. If you will build your life on His commands, not merely hearing but doing, the floods of temptation will beat against you in vain. Job lost everything, yet held fast; the apostles were battered by the whole world, yet stood firmer than stone. They endured because they anchored themselves in the word of God.
Therefore, flee now to that word. Do not say you are under a spell; you are under the tyranny of habit and the lures of the evil one, who whispers that one more wager will restore what you have lost. That is the bait on a hook. The pleasure is a painted wave, concealing the abyss. Every time you bet, you tighten your own bands. Why do you scratch and yawn when you should cry out to God? Shut the door of your mind against thoughts of the next game; say to them as Abraham to his servants, “Sit here while I go yonder to worship.” Force yourself to pray, even if your mind wanders. Wrestle with the devil until he flees.
This calamity, though bitter, can be cured if you receive it as medicine. Joseph was cast into prison by the lies of a lustful woman, but the prison became his safety and the path to a throne. God often allows us to be brought low so that we might finally look up. Your salary is gone, you are in debt, you taste the shame of poverty, these are the merciful stripes of a Father who would rather break your worldly pride than lose your soul. Do not despise them, but let them drive you to repentance.
Take practical steps with all urgency. Cut off the hand that causes you to sin: remove every app, block every site, place your finances under the strict oversight of a trustworthy brother in Christ. Do not trust your own resolves unaided. And do not mourn the loss of that defiling pleasure; you are losing poison, not medicine. The emptiness you feel is the freeing of space for the true Light that enlightens every man coming into the world. Fill that space with Scripture, with the psalms, with the exhortation of the apostles. Give attendance to reading and to doctrine, for it is by the foolishness of preaching that God saves those who believe.
You have tried many times to quit and failed. That is the wound of a divided will. But Christ does not drag anyone by force; He says, “If any man wills to come after Me, let him take up his cross.” The will must be yours, but the power is His. Cry out with the father of the demon-possessed boy: “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” He is not far from a broken and contrite heart. The waves may roar, but His voice can still them with a word. Only do not despair, for despair is the sin that seals damnation by refusing the mercy that is offered. You are not beyond the reach of the One who took a thief from the cross to paradise. But you must turn, and turn now, not tomorrow.
Your addiction is a furious tempest, a storm of thoughts that whips the mind into madness. The narrow way that leads to life is choked by such cares and passions; you have fattened your soul on empty excitement, and now it cannot squeeze through the strait gate. But the rock of Christ’s teaching stands unmoved. If you will build your life on His commands, not merely hearing but doing, the floods of temptation will beat against you in vain. Job lost everything, yet held fast; the apostles were battered by the whole world, yet stood firmer than stone. They endured because they anchored themselves in the word of God.
Therefore, flee now to that word. Do not say you are under a spell; you are under the tyranny of habit and the lures of the evil one, who whispers that one more wager will restore what you have lost. That is the bait on a hook. The pleasure is a painted wave, concealing the abyss. Every time you bet, you tighten your own bands. Why do you scratch and yawn when you should cry out to God? Shut the door of your mind against thoughts of the next game; say to them as Abraham to his servants, “Sit here while I go yonder to worship.” Force yourself to pray, even if your mind wanders. Wrestle with the devil until he flees.
This calamity, though bitter, can be cured if you receive it as medicine. Joseph was cast into prison by the lies of a lustful woman, but the prison became his safety and the path to a throne. God often allows us to be brought low so that we might finally look up. Your salary is gone, you are in debt, you taste the shame of poverty, these are the merciful stripes of a Father who would rather break your worldly pride than lose your soul. Do not despise them, but let them drive you to repentance.
Take practical steps with all urgency. Cut off the hand that causes you to sin: remove every app, block every site, place your finances under the strict oversight of a trustworthy brother in Christ. Do not trust your own resolves unaided. And do not mourn the loss of that defiling pleasure; you are losing poison, not medicine. The emptiness you feel is the freeing of space for the true Light that enlightens every man coming into the world. Fill that space with Scripture, with the psalms, with the exhortation of the apostles. Give attendance to reading and to doctrine, for it is by the foolishness of preaching that God saves those who believe.
You have tried many times to quit and failed. That is the wound of a divided will. But Christ does not drag anyone by force; He says, “If any man wills to come after Me, let him take up his cross.” The will must be yours, but the power is His. Cry out with the father of the demon-possessed boy: “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” He is not far from a broken and contrite heart. The waves may roar, but His voice can still them with a word. Only do not despair, for despair is the sin that seals damnation by refusing the mercy that is offered. You are not beyond the reach of the One who took a thief from the cross to paradise. But you must turn, and turn now, not tomorrow.
