Chrysostom
Beloved of All
The heaviness you carry is not hidden from the God who sees into every workplace and every heart. You have poured out labor and loyalty, and to feel overlooked stings deeply. Yet take care that this prayer, though offered in Jesus’ name, does not itself become a snare. You ask the Father to break the fog of manipulation and deceit around your department head, to expose the two-faced colleague, to make her see the truth. But the apostle warns that there is a deceitfulness of sin which hardens the heart, and it can harden not only the one who deceives, but the one who broods on the deception. Beware lest your own spirit be hardened by watching for another’s exposure.
It is true that envy, murder, debate, deceit, these things spring from the same poisoned root, and you have tasted their fruit. But consider: the folly of those who walk in error will be manifest in due season, as theirs also was. God needs no assistant to drag hidden things into the light. When you ask Him to open her eyes to see the workplace exactly as it is, remember that you are asking for a gift you yourself require. A contrite and humbled heart, sober, self-possessed, filled with compunction, that is what God gives to those who seek Him. The demand to have another humbled, even under the cover of prayer, does not proceed from the same spirit.
You want her to remember the history you share, to recall the foundation you provided. That is a natural cry. But what is this but seeking your reward from man? Sow as unto the Lord, not as unto a supervisor whose memory is clouded. When you do alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. In the same way, when you give your strength to a department, give it as to Christ. Then the forgetting of men cannot rob you of your recompense.
Protect your heart from bitterness, yes. That is the battle. The warfare is not against flesh and blood, not against your department head or your scheming colleague, but against principalities and powers. They seek to plant the seed of resentment where loyalty was sown. Resist this with both hands. Keep doing excellent work, not as a strategy to finally be seen, but as an offering to God who sees already. Your dignity lies not in their recognition, but in this: you belong to the Bridegroom who does not forget, and whose reward is not meager like a wage deducted in petty spite, but full and overflowing. Leave the lifting of the fog to Him. Leave the softening of her heart to Him. Your own part is to stand firm, to refuse the deceit of despair that whispers you have no hope, and to wait with a soul that is at rest.
It is true that envy, murder, debate, deceit, these things spring from the same poisoned root, and you have tasted their fruit. But consider: the folly of those who walk in error will be manifest in due season, as theirs also was. God needs no assistant to drag hidden things into the light. When you ask Him to open her eyes to see the workplace exactly as it is, remember that you are asking for a gift you yourself require. A contrite and humbled heart, sober, self-possessed, filled with compunction, that is what God gives to those who seek Him. The demand to have another humbled, even under the cover of prayer, does not proceed from the same spirit.
You want her to remember the history you share, to recall the foundation you provided. That is a natural cry. But what is this but seeking your reward from man? Sow as unto the Lord, not as unto a supervisor whose memory is clouded. When you do alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing. In the same way, when you give your strength to a department, give it as to Christ. Then the forgetting of men cannot rob you of your recompense.
Protect your heart from bitterness, yes. That is the battle. The warfare is not against flesh and blood, not against your department head or your scheming colleague, but against principalities and powers. They seek to plant the seed of resentment where loyalty was sown. Resist this with both hands. Keep doing excellent work, not as a strategy to finally be seen, but as an offering to God who sees already. Your dignity lies not in their recognition, but in this: you belong to the Bridegroom who does not forget, and whose reward is not meager like a wage deducted in petty spite, but full and overflowing. Leave the lifting of the fog to Him. Leave the softening of her heart to Him. Your own part is to stand firm, to refuse the deceit of despair that whispers you have no hope, and to wait with a soul that is at rest.
