Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You say this drives you mad, and indeed the smoke of worldly cares chokes the soul's eye. The endless pursuit of a remedy for the body has only brought you weeping without end. Consider: perhaps this very failure is a lesson from the Lord. You have tried every diet and found no lasting gain; you have counted them all as profit and yet they are loss. Now count this very frustration as loss for the sake of Christ, that you may win Him.
Do not sorrow over the body's affliction as if that sorrow could mend it. He that sorrows for sickness only aggravates the disease. But there is a godly sorrow that works repentance and leaves no regret. Turn your gaze inward. The body's excess weight and pain may be the permitted fire through which you are saved, if you bear it with patience. Judge not by appearance, for what is a whole body worth if the soul remains famished? The poor man endures the scorching heat better than the rich man bundled in costly robes; so too the soul that clings to nothing finds rest.
Go often to the meadow of the Scriptures. Feed your soul's eye on those pure oracles, and it will become clear and piercing. Let this affliction teach you to hunger for the bread of heaven, not the satisfaction of the palate. Whether we live or die, we are the Lord's; He cares more for your true health than you do yourself. Instead of begging only for the removal of the pain, ask for strength to carry the cross. Entrust the body to Him, and let your great labor be the cultivation of virtue, which alone causes true wealth. The smoke will pass; a humble and obedient heart will not.
Do not sorrow over the body's affliction as if that sorrow could mend it. He that sorrows for sickness only aggravates the disease. But there is a godly sorrow that works repentance and leaves no regret. Turn your gaze inward. The body's excess weight and pain may be the permitted fire through which you are saved, if you bear it with patience. Judge not by appearance, for what is a whole body worth if the soul remains famished? The poor man endures the scorching heat better than the rich man bundled in costly robes; so too the soul that clings to nothing finds rest.
Go often to the meadow of the Scriptures. Feed your soul's eye on those pure oracles, and it will become clear and piercing. Let this affliction teach you to hunger for the bread of heaven, not the satisfaction of the palate. Whether we live or die, we are the Lord's; He cares more for your true health than you do yourself. Instead of begging only for the removal of the pain, ask for strength to carry the cross. Entrust the body to Him, and let your great labor be the cultivation of virtue, which alone causes true wealth. The smoke will pass; a humble and obedient heart will not.
