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Hannah wept bitterly and, troubled in mind, could not eat. “But why are you weeping?” said Elkanah, her husband. “Why do you not eat? Why is your heart troubled? Am I not better to you than ten sons?” And she was quiet. You are troubled here in this world; but say to yourself, “Why are you troubled, my soul?” Is God not better to you than all worldly possessions and the world’s fleeting pleasures? Then be at peace.
Though you may now be in extreme want, perhaps it is for your further good: to test your patience, as Job’s was tested, and train you in this life. Trust in God and rely on him, and you will be crowned in the end. What is this life beside eternity? The world has forsaken you; your friends and fortunes are all gone. Yet know this: the very hairs of your head are numbered. God witnesses all your miseries; he sees your injuries, sorrows and needs. It is his good will and pleasure that things should be so, and he knows better than you do yourself what is good for you.
His providence watches over everything at all times. He has set a guard of angels over us and keeps us as the apple of his eye, Psalm 17:8. Some he raises up, advances and blesses with worldly riches, honours, offices and promotions, making them shine above the rest like glittering stars. Some he miraculously protects from thieves, raids, sword, fire and every violent calamity.
As the poet tells of the Lycian Pandarus, Lycaon’s son: when he shot a deadly arrow with a strong arm at Menelaus the Greek, Pallas turned the shaft aside—as a good mother keeps flies from her sleeping child’s face—and made it strike his belt’s buckle. In this way God carefully defends some; others he exposes to danger, poverty, sickness, want and misery. He chastens and corrects them as seems best to his profound, unfathomable and hidden judgement, all for our good.
“The tyrant took the city,” says Chrysostom; “God did not prevent it. He led them away captive: God allowed it. He bound them: God consented. He threw them into the furnace: God permitted it. He heated the oven hotter: it was granted. And when the tyrant had done his worst, God revealed his power and the young men’s patience, and set them free.” He can do the same for you, and can help in an instant whenever he sees fit.
“Do not rejoice over me, my enemy. Though I fall, I shall rise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord will give me light.” Remember all that the martyrs endured, the worst that human rage and fury could invent: how patiently they bore it, how willingly they embraced it. “Though he kill me,” says Job, “I will trust in him.” “The righteous man is impregnable,” as Chrysostom maintains: he cannot be overcome. Gout may hurt his hands, lameness his feet; convulsions may torture his joints, but not “an upright mind.” His soul is free.
Cattle, property, Beds and silver—you may take them away; You may hold me in handcuffs and fetters under a cruel guard.
Take away his money: his treasure is in heaven. Banish him from his country: he is a citizen of the heavenly Jerusalem. Put him in chains: his conscience is free. Kill his body: it will rise again. Whoever fights an upright man fights a shadow. He will not be shaken.
If the shattered world should fall, Its ruins will strike him unafraid.
Though heaven itself should fall on his head, he will not be shaken. He is impenetrable, hard as an anvil, as steadfast as Job.
God himself, as soon as he wishes, will release me, I believe.
Be such a person yourself. Whatever your misery is, however great it may be, endure it patiently; you may be restored as Job was. “Banished from earth, hasten to heaven; deserted by men, flee to God.” “The poor will not always be forgotten; the patient waiting of the meek will not perish for ever,” Psalm 10:18. Verse 9: “The Lord will be a refuge for the oppressed, a defence in times of trouble.”
Epictetus was a slave, his body maimed, Poor as Irus; yet amid these hardships the gods loved him.
Epictetus was lame, and Irus poor, Yet God was kind to them both.
Ludovico di Varthema, the famous traveller, endured much misery. Yet surely, says Scaliger, he was “a man dear to God,” since he escaped so many dangers. God protected him especially; he was dear to him. “Now in want, affliction, the valley of lamentation, and so on.” You are now in the valley of misery, in poverty, agony and temptation; rest, eternity, happiness and immortality will be your reward, as Chrysostom argues, if you trust in God and preserve your innocence. “If things are bad now, they will not always be so in future.” A favourable hour may come suddenly; wait a little.
“Yes, but this waiting is what tortures me meanwhile. While I await the future, the present torments me. While the grass grows, the horse starves.” Do not despair; keep hoping for better.
Hope, Battus: tomorrow’s light will bring you something better. While you breathe, hope.