Chrysostom
Beloved Servant
The pain you bear has been measured out to you not in days or months, but in long years of weeping. And yet even now you have not let go of the name of Jesus Christ. That is no small sign of a soul that has learned the depths of long-suffering. For what is long-suffering? It is a great and spacious soul, a root of all self-denial, a strong city that no sudden assault can overthrow. A spark falling into the deep sea is quenched at once; so griefs that plunge into a long-suffering heart lose their power to disturb it. You have been that heart, crying bitterly but still crying to God, still expecting Him to work even when you do not know what He will do. This is the faith of the paralytic who waited thirty-eight years by the troubled pool. He saw others healed year after year while he remained bound, yet he did not curse his day or accuse God of mockery. With great gentleness he told his suffering to the Lord, and at the right time, healing came.
Do not measure God’s care by the length of the trial. The Lord Jesus Himself, who will one day have all things put under His feet, was made for a little while lower than the angels and tasted death and suffering without number, and only then was crowned with glory and honor. If He, the Master, walked this road, shall the servant refuse it? But note well: the suffering was for a time, and then came the crown. Your affliction is not eternal. The same Lord who endured the cross now sits enthroned, and He is not unmindful of your tears. For when we suffer, He is not far off; when we are comforted, the comfort overflows to all who have endured.
You have done what the Canaanite woman did: you have cried out and you keep crying out. She was met with silence, then with a hard word, but she would not be turned aside. At last Christ said to her, “Great is your faith; be it unto you as you desire.” Persevere in that importunity. Pray, weep, wait on Him who is long-suffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance. His very delay is meant to draw you nearer, to teach you to trust not in what is seen but in what is promised. If He seems to tarry, it is not from slackness but from a love that prepares a greater weight of glory. A sudden deliverance would have given you a smaller vision of His power; a long endurance, if you hold fast, will make your deliverance a testimony that echoes far beyond yourself.
Continue then in the name of Jesus Christ to pour out your soul. Let your cry be, “I have no man, Lord, but You are my helper.” He knows the appointed time. While you wait, do not let the bitterness of the grief persuade you that God has forgotten. That is the snare of the devil, who would take you captive at his will. Instead, arm yourself with the same mind as the Apostle who boasted in tribulations, knowing that tribulation works patience, and patience proven character, and character hope that does not put to shame. The pain is real, the tears are many, but they are not wasted. Every one of them is gathered in His bottle. And when He acts, as He surely will, for He cannot deny His own nature as a compassionate God, you will say, “This is the doing of the Lord, and it is marvelous in our eyes.” Until that day, let long-suffering have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and entire, lacking nothing
Do not measure God’s care by the length of the trial. The Lord Jesus Himself, who will one day have all things put under His feet, was made for a little while lower than the angels and tasted death and suffering without number, and only then was crowned with glory and honor. If He, the Master, walked this road, shall the servant refuse it? But note well: the suffering was for a time, and then came the crown. Your affliction is not eternal. The same Lord who endured the cross now sits enthroned, and He is not unmindful of your tears. For when we suffer, He is not far off; when we are comforted, the comfort overflows to all who have endured.
You have done what the Canaanite woman did: you have cried out and you keep crying out. She was met with silence, then with a hard word, but she would not be turned aside. At last Christ said to her, “Great is your faith; be it unto you as you desire.” Persevere in that importunity. Pray, weep, wait on Him who is long-suffering toward us, not willing that any should perish but that all should come to repentance. His very delay is meant to draw you nearer, to teach you to trust not in what is seen but in what is promised. If He seems to tarry, it is not from slackness but from a love that prepares a greater weight of glory. A sudden deliverance would have given you a smaller vision of His power; a long endurance, if you hold fast, will make your deliverance a testimony that echoes far beyond yourself.
Continue then in the name of Jesus Christ to pour out your soul. Let your cry be, “I have no man, Lord, but You are my helper.” He knows the appointed time. While you wait, do not let the bitterness of the grief persuade you that God has forgotten. That is the snare of the devil, who would take you captive at his will. Instead, arm yourself with the same mind as the Apostle who boasted in tribulations, knowing that tribulation works patience, and patience proven character, and character hope that does not put to shame. The pain is real, the tears are many, but they are not wasted. Every one of them is gathered in His bottle. And when He acts, as He surely will, for He cannot deny His own nature as a compassionate God, you will say, “This is the doing of the Lord, and it is marvelous in our eyes.” Until that day, let long-suffering have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and entire, lacking nothing
