Chrysostom
Beloved
You cry out against loneliness, against poverty, against every small mark and blemish on your skin, and you seek a life completely unburdened. Yet listen to the Apostle: he did not ask for the removal of his chain but called himself the prisoner of the Lord, and he beseeched us to walk with all lowliness and meekness. Would you rather have smooth skin or a meek and quiet spirit which is precious before God? You ask for no more suffering, but it became Christ Himself to be made perfect through sufferings. Do you then refuse to share in His reproach?
The soul that is never tested by affliction is like untempered iron. Long-suffering, I tell you, is stronger than any wall; it quenches every fiery dart of the enemy. Yet you heap up request upon request for outward ease: no more fat here, no more dimples there, no more thin hair, no more pale skin. What then? Are these the things that hinder the kingdom of Heaven? You are consumed by the care of your body, but your true poverty is the neglect of your soul. The theatre of this world has filled your eyes with images of vanity, and now you cry out to God to make you like those painted spectacles. But the Lord’s beauty is not of this sort. The harlotry of the stage has overthrown many houses, and now it threatens to overthrow your prayers.
You pray against lateness in marriage, against singleness. But is marriage the door to salvation? The Apostle would have you free from anxious care: the unmarried woman cares for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and spirit. If God grants you a spouse, receive it with thanksgiving; if He delays or withholds, do not murmur. Better a dull skin and a long-suffering heart than a fair face and a proud, easily provoked temper. Love, remember, is not puffed up; it does not seek its own. Your prayer, as it stands, seeks nothing but your own comfort. Where is the petition for holiness? For the forgiveness of your enemies? For the grace to endure criticism with patience?
“No more criticism,” you say. But the Lord was reviled and did not revile again. You demand an end to every trace of surgery, every scar. Yet our Lord Jesus, that He might sanctify the people with His own blood, suffered outside the gate, and His risen body bore the marks of His passion. Will you refuse to bear a scar when the Captain of your salvation was made perfect through suffering? Go forth therefore to Him outside the camp, bearing His reproach. That reproach is a far greater glory than unblemished flesh.
If you desire to be heard, begin with the root, not the branches. “No more high blood platelets,” you say, but where is your cry against high pride? “No more itchy scalp,” but you scratch and tear at others with a tongue that is easily provoked. The Lord taught us to pray for daily bread and deliverance from temptation, not for a life without any lack or misfortune. The poor in spirit are blessed, not those who are perfectly adorned. Walk worthily of your calling. Let your gentle forbearance be known to all. Then, if it pleases God, He may add these lesser things; but if not, you have gained that which cannot be taken away. Do not labor for the food that perishes, nor for the skin that wrinkles and decays. Lay hold of eternal life, where there is no more sorrow nor sighing, not because all worldly discomforts are removed, but because the soul rests in God and is filled.
The soul that is never tested by affliction is like untempered iron. Long-suffering, I tell you, is stronger than any wall; it quenches every fiery dart of the enemy. Yet you heap up request upon request for outward ease: no more fat here, no more dimples there, no more thin hair, no more pale skin. What then? Are these the things that hinder the kingdom of Heaven? You are consumed by the care of your body, but your true poverty is the neglect of your soul. The theatre of this world has filled your eyes with images of vanity, and now you cry out to God to make you like those painted spectacles. But the Lord’s beauty is not of this sort. The harlotry of the stage has overthrown many houses, and now it threatens to overthrow your prayers.
You pray against lateness in marriage, against singleness. But is marriage the door to salvation? The Apostle would have you free from anxious care: the unmarried woman cares for the things of the Lord, that she may be holy both in body and spirit. If God grants you a spouse, receive it with thanksgiving; if He delays or withholds, do not murmur. Better a dull skin and a long-suffering heart than a fair face and a proud, easily provoked temper. Love, remember, is not puffed up; it does not seek its own. Your prayer, as it stands, seeks nothing but your own comfort. Where is the petition for holiness? For the forgiveness of your enemies? For the grace to endure criticism with patience?
“No more criticism,” you say. But the Lord was reviled and did not revile again. You demand an end to every trace of surgery, every scar. Yet our Lord Jesus, that He might sanctify the people with His own blood, suffered outside the gate, and His risen body bore the marks of His passion. Will you refuse to bear a scar when the Captain of your salvation was made perfect through suffering? Go forth therefore to Him outside the camp, bearing His reproach. That reproach is a far greater glory than unblemished flesh.
If you desire to be heard, begin with the root, not the branches. “No more high blood platelets,” you say, but where is your cry against high pride? “No more itchy scalp,” but you scratch and tear at others with a tongue that is easily provoked. The Lord taught us to pray for daily bread and deliverance from temptation, not for a life without any lack or misfortune. The poor in spirit are blessed, not those who are perfectly adorned. Walk worthily of your calling. Let your gentle forbearance be known to all. Then, if it pleases God, He may add these lesser things; but if not, you have gained that which cannot be taken away. Do not labor for the food that perishes, nor for the skin that wrinkles and decays. Lay hold of eternal life, where there is no more sorrow nor sighing, not because all worldly discomforts are removed, but because the soul rests in God and is filled.
