Saint Amvrosy. |
Hardly one thought is directed in an
entire week. To the service of the body are consecrated the most blossoming
years of our life and to the eternal salvation of the soul,
only the final minutes of decrepit old age. The body is daily toasted, as at the feast of a rich man, with overflowing cups and sumptuous dishes; but the soul barely manages to collect the crumbs of the Divine word from the threshold of the house of God. The worthless body is washed, dressed, cleansed and decorated with all the treasures of nature and art; but our dear soul, the bride of Jesus Christ, the inheritor of heaven, wanders about with exhausted step, dressed in the garb of a wretched beggar who receives no alms.
only the final minutes of decrepit old age. The body is daily toasted, as at the feast of a rich man, with overflowing cups and sumptuous dishes; but the soul barely manages to collect the crumbs of the Divine word from the threshold of the house of God. The worthless body is washed, dressed, cleansed and decorated with all the treasures of nature and art; but our dear soul, the bride of Jesus Christ, the inheritor of heaven, wanders about with exhausted step, dressed in the garb of a wretched beggar who receives no alms.
The body cannot bear a single blemish on
the face, any dirt on the hands, any patch on the clothing; but the soul which
is covered with filth from head to foot wanders from one sinful mire to another,
and by its yearly and often hypocritical confession it only multiplies the
patches on its clothing without renewing it.
For the welfare of the body various
entertainments and pleasures are required; it often brings whole families to
ruin; for if men are often prepared for all sorts of labors, but the poor soul
has hardly one hour on Sunday to hear the Divine Liturgy, hardly a few minutes
for morning and evening prayers. With difficulty it manages to collect one
copper coin as alms, and it is satisfied when it expresses the remembrance of
death with a cold sigh.
For the health and preservation of the
body air and dwelling place are changed, the most learned and distant physicians
are called, food and drink are refrained from, the most bitter medicines are taken,
we allow ourselves to be burned and cut; but for the welfare of the soul, for
the avoidance of temptations, but to remove from sinful contagion, not a single
step is made. We remain in the same air, in the same evil company, in the very
same sinful house, and we refrain from seeking the doctor of souls, or we
choose an unknown and inexperienced doctor and hide from him that which is
already known to both heaven and hell and of which we ourselves boast in
society about.
When the body dies, then weeping and
despair are heard; but when the soul dies from mortal sin, we often do not even
think about it.
Thus, we do not know the worth of our
soul and, like Adam and Eve; we deliver it up for what seems to be a beautiful
fruit.
Why then do we not at least weep like
Adam and Eve?!. The weeping of those who have lost their soul should be more
hitter than the weeping of Jeremiah who, mourning the disastrous condition of
his fatherland, cried out: "Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain
of tears," (Jeremiah 9: 1)
With us there is for the most part a
care for the acquisition of blessings, only, unfortunately, often for
terrestrial and temporal blessings and not for heavenly ones.
We forget that earthly blessings are
transient and cannot be retained, whereas the blessings of heaven are eternal,
infinite and inalienable.
O most merciful Lord!. Help us to
despise all that which quickly passes away and to strive only for that which is
necessary for the salvation of our souls."
Reference:
Starets Amvrosy. John Dunlop.(1972)