What is the present life?
Saint Ioannis Chrysostomos gives us the answer in his precious writings.
So let’s listen to him in order that we take decisions that will lead us to redemption:
“Vanity of vanities, all is vanity” — it is always seasonable to utter this but more especially at the present time. .
Where are now the brilliant surroundings of your consulship?
Where are the gleaming torches? Where is the dancing, and the noise of dancers’ feet, and the banquets and the festivals? Where are the garlands and the curtains of the theatre?
Where is the applause which greeted you in the city, where the acclamation in the hippodrome and the flatteries of spectators?
They are gone — all gone: a wind has blown upon the tree shattering down all its leaves, and showing it to us quite bare, and shaken from its very root;
for so great has been the violence of the blast, that it has given a shock to all these fibres of the tree and threatens to tear it up from the roots.
Where now are your feigned friends? Where are your drinking parties, and your suppers?
Where is the swarm of parasites, and the wine which used to be poured forth all day long, and the manifold dainties invented by your cooks?
They were all mere visions of the night, and dreams which have vanished with the dawn of day.
They were spring flowers, and when the spring was over they all withered They were a shadow which has passed away, they were a smoke which has dispersed, bubbles which have burst, cobwebs which have been rent in pieces.
Therefore we chant continually this spiritual song — “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”
For this saying ought to be continually written on our walls, and garments, in the market place, and in the house, on the streets, and on the doors and entrances, and above all on the conscience of each one, and to be a perpetual theme for meditation.
And inasmuch as deceitful things, and maskings and pretence seem to many to be realities it behooves each one every day both at supper and at breakfast, and in social assemblies to say to his neighbour and to hear his neighbour say in return “vanity of vanities, all is vanity.”
Was I not continually telling you that wealth was a runaway? But you would not heed me.
Did I not tell you that it was an unthankful servant? But you would not be persuaded.
Behold actual experience has now proved that it is not only a runaway, and ungrateful servant, but also a murderous one, for it is this which has caused you now to fear and tremble.
Did I not say to you when you continually rebuked me for speaking the truth, “I love you better than they do who flatter you?”
“I who reprove you care more for you than they who pay you court?”
