An Excerpt from Wounded By Love: The Life and Wisdom of Elder Porphyrios
I feel illness as the love of Christ
My Christ, Your love knows no limits!
I thank God for granting me many illnesses.  I often say to Him: My
Christ, Your love knows no limits! How I am alive is a miracle. Among
all my other illnesses I also have cancer of the pituitary gland. A tumour appeared
there which has grown and presses against the optic nerve. Thats why I
dont see any more. I am in dreadful pain. But I pray, taking up the Cross
of Christ with patience. Have you seen what my tongue is like? It has grown;
its not as it used to be. Thats also a result of the cancer Ive
got in my head. And as time goes on, things will get worse. It will grow even
more and Ill have difficulty in speaking. Im in great pain, but
my illness is something very beautiful. I feel it as the love of Christ. I am
given compunction and I give thanks to God. It is on account of my sins. I am
sinful and God is trying to purify me.
When I was sixteen years old I asked God to give me a serious illness, a cancer,
so that I would suffer for His love and glorify Him through my pain. I made
this prayer for a long time. But my elder told me that this was egotism and
that I was coercing God. God knows what He is doing. So I didnt continue
with this prayer. But, you see, God did not forget my request and He gave me
this benefaction after so many years!
Now I do not pray for God to take away from me the thing I asked Him for.
I am glad that I have it so that I can participate in His sufferings through
my great love. I have the chastisement of God: For the Lord chastises the
one he loves.  My illness is a special favour from God, who is inviting
me to enter into the mystery of His love and to try to respond with His own
grace. But I am not worthy. Youll say to me, Dont all these
things that God reveals to you make you worthy? These rather condemn me.
Because these are things that belong to the grace of God. There is nothing of
my own. God gave me many gifts, but I did not respond; I proved myself unworthy.
But I have not abandoned my efforts, not even for a moment. Perhaps God will
give me His help so that I can give myself to His love.
Thats why I do not pray for God to make me well. I pray for Him to make
me good. Im certain that God knows that I am in pain. But I pray for my
soul, for God to forgive my transgressions. I am not taking medicines, nor did
I go for surgery, not even for tests, and nor will I accept surgery. I will
leave God to sort things out. The only thing I do is to try to become good.
This is what I ask you to pray for me. The grace of God sustains me. I try to
give myself to Christ, to approach Christ and to be one with Christ. This is
what I desire, but I havent succeeded ? and I dont say this out
of humility. But I dont lose my courage. I persevere. I pray for God to
forgive my sins. Ive heard many people saying, Im unable to
pray. I havent suffered this. Only on the day that I was disobedient
on the Holy Mountain did I suffer that.
It doesnt concern me how long I will live or whether I will live. That
is something I have left to Gods love. It often happens that you dont
want to remember death. Its because you desire life. That, from one point
of view, is a proof of the immortality of the soul. But whether we live,
or whether we die, we are the Lords.  Death is a bridge which will
lead us to Christ. As soon as we close our eyes, we will open them on eternity.
We will appear before Christ. In the next life we will experience the grace
of God more intensely.
I felt great joy at the thought that I would meet the Lord
Once I came to the point of death. I had suffered severe perforation of the
stomach as a result of the steroids I was given in hospital when I went for
an operation on my eye ? which I lost in the end. At that time I was living
in a little hut; the monastery had not yet been built. I was so exhausted that
I didnt know whether it was day or night. I came to the point of death
and yet I survived. I lost a lot of weight and had no appetite. For three months
I survived with three spoons of milk a day. I was saved by a goat!
I lived with the thought of leaving this world. I felt great joy at the thought
that I would meet the Lord. I had a very deep sense of the presence of God.
And God desired at that time to strengthen and comfort me with something very
blessed. Every so often I would feel that my soul was about to depart. I saw
in the sky a star which twinkled and emitted sweet rays of light. It was bright
and very sweet. It was so beautiful! Its light possessed a great sweetness.
Its colour was a light sky blue, like a diamond, like a precious stone. Whenever
I saw it I was filled with comfort and joy because I felt that the whole Church
? the Triune Godhead, our Lady, the angels and the saints ? was contained in
that star. I had the sense that in it were contained all the souls of all my
loved ones, of my elders. I believed that when I would leave this life I, too,
would go to that star through the love of God, not through my virtues. I wanted
to believe that God, who loves me, revealed it to me in order to tell me, Im
waiting for you!
I didnt want to think about hell and about tollgates.  I didnt
remember my sins, although I had many. I set them aside. I remembered only the
love of God and was glad. And I made entreaty, O my God, for the sake
of your love, may I also be there. But if on account of my sins I must go to
hell, may your love place me wherever it wishes. It is sufficient for me to
be with You. For so many years I lived in the desert with love for Christ.
I said to myself: If you go to heaven and God says to you, Friend,
how did you get in here without a wedding robe?  What do you want here?
Ill reply, Whatever You want, my Lord, whatever Your love desires;
place me wherever Your love wishes. I abandon myself to Your love. If You want
to place me in hell, then do so, only dont let me lose Your love.
I had an acute sense of my sinfulness, and thats why I constantly repeated
to myself the prayer of Saint Symeon the New Theologian:
I know, Saviour, that none other
has, as I have, sinned against You,
nor done the deeds that I have done.
But this again I surely know:
neither magnitude of errors,
nor multitude of transgressions,
can surpass my Gods great patience
and His love for man unbounded. 
What the prayer says are not our own words. We are unable to conceive and express
such words. They were written by saints. But our soul needs to embrace these
words written by the saints and to sense and experience them. I also like the
other words of the prayer:
Neither tears shed in my weeping
nor the slightest falling tearlet,
O my God, escapes Your notice,
O my Maker, my Redeemer.
And my work yet unaccomplished
is to Your eyes already known
and all the things Ive not yet done
are for You already written,
in Your book already entered.
Look down on my humbled being
look on my so great contrition
and forgive me my transgressions,
all my sins, O God of all things...
I repeated this prayer continually and intensely to escape from these thoughts.
The more I repeated it, the more, up in the infinity of space, appeared the
star, my comfort. It came all these days that I was suffering. And when it appeared,
my soul took wings and I said to myself: My star has come! It felt
as if it were drawing me up from the earth towards it. I felt great joy when
I saw it. I didnt want to think of my sins, as Ive said, because
these would exclude me from this mystery. Only once, once only, did I sense
that the star was empty, it wasnt twinkling, it wasnt full. I realized
what it was. It was from the contrary one. I ignored him, and turned
my mind elsewhere. I spoke to my sister about some jobs that were to be done.
After a while I saw it shining brightly again. Joy came again even more intensely
All that time I had fearful pains throughout my body. Other people saw that
I was dying. I had given myself over to the love of God. I did not pray to be
released from the pains. My desire was for God to have mercy on me. I had leant
on Him, and I waited for His grace to work. I was not afraid of death. For I
would go to Christ. As Ive told you, I repeated constantly the prayer
of Saint Symeon the New Theologian, but not in a selfish spirit, and not for
my health to be restored. I sensed every single word of the prayer.
The secret in illness is to struggle to acquire the grace of God
We benefit greatly from our illnesses, as long as we endure them without complaint
and glorify God, asking for His mercy. When we become ill, the important thing
is not that we dont take medicines or that we go and pray to Saint Nektarios.
We need also to know the other secret, namely, to struggle to acquire the grace
of God. This is the secret. Grace will teach us all the other things, namely,
how to abandon ourselves to Christ. That is, we ignore the illness, we do not
think about it, we think about Christ, simply, imperceptibly and selflessly
and God works His miracle for the good of our soul. Just as we say in the Divine
Liturgy, we commend all our life to Christ our God.
But we need to wish to ignore the illness. If we dont wish to, its
difficult. We cant simply say, I ignore it. And so although
we think that we are ignoring it and giving no thought to it, in point of fact
we have it in our mind continually and we cannot find peace within ourselves.
Let me prove this to you. We say: I believe that God will cure me. I wont
take any medicine. Ill stay awake all night and Ill pray to God
about it and He will hear me. We pray all night long, we make entreaty,
we call on and coerce God and all the saints to make us well. We go to one place
and another. With all these things dont we show that we are far from ignoring
the illness? The more we insist and blackmail the saints and God to make us
well, the more acutely we feel our illness. The more we strive to get rid of
it, the more we feel it. And so we achieve nothing. And we have the impression
that a miracle will happen, and yet, in reality, we dont believe it, and
so we do not become better.
We pray and we dont take medicine, but we dont find any peace
and no miracle happens. But you will say: What do you mean that I dont
believe? Dont you see I havent taken any medicine? And yet,
at bottom, we have doubt and fear within us and we think to ourselves, Will
it really happen? Here the words of Scripture hold good: If you have
faith and do not doubt, not only will you do what has been done to the fig tree,
but even if you say to this mountain, be lifted up and thrown into the
sea, it will be done.  When faith is real, whether you take medicine
or not, the grace of God will act. And God acts through doctors and medicines.
The Wisdom of Sirach says: Honour the physician with the honours due to him,
according to your need of him, for the Lord created him. The Lord created medicines
from the earth, and a man of sense will not despise them. And give the physician
his place, for the Lord created him; let him not leave you, for there is need
of him. 
The whole secret is faith ? without doubts, gentle, simple and artless: in
simplicity and artlessness of heart.  It is not a question of will
power or mind over matter. A fakir can display this kind of
will power. It is a question of having faith that God loves us with
infinite love and wants us to become His own. That is why He allows illnesses,
until we surrender ourselves in trust to Him.
If we love Christ, all things will change in our lives. We do not love Him
in order to receive some reward such as health. Rather we love Him out of gratitude,
without thinking of anything, only of the love of God. Nor should we pray with
any ulterior motive and say to God: Make such-and-such a person well,
so that he may come close to You. It is not right to point out ways and
means to God. How can we presume to say to God, make me well? What
can we tell to Him who knows everything? We will pray, but God may not wish
to listen to us.
A person asked me a little while ago, When will I get well?
Ah, I told him, if you say, When will I get well?
then you never will get well. Its not right to entreat God about such
things. You entreat anxiously for God to take the illness from you, but then
the illness lays even tighter hold on you. We mustnt ask for this. Nor
should you pray about this.
He was taken aback and said, Do you mean I shouldnt pray?
Not at all, I answered. On the contrary, pray a great deal,
but for God to forgive your sins and to give you strength to love Him and to
give yourself to Him. Because the more you pray for the illness to leave you,
the more it adheres to you, winds its tentacles around you and squeezes you,
and becomes inseparable from you. If, of course, you feel an inner human weakness,
then you may humbly entreat the Lord to take the illness from you.
Let us abandon ourselves in trust to the love of God
When we surrender ourselves to Christ, our spiritual organism finds peace,
with the result that all our bodily organs and glands function normally. All
these are affected. We become well and cease to suffer. Even if we have cancer,
if we leave everything to God and our soul finds serenity, then divine grace
may work through this serenity and cause the cancer and everything else to leave.
Stomach ulcers, you know, are caused by stress. The sympathetic system, when
it is subjected to pressure, is constricted and suffers harm and so the ulcer
is created. With stress, pressure, distress, anxiety, an ulcer or cancer comes
about. When there are confusions in our soul, these have influence on our body
and our health suffers.
The most perfect way is not to pray for our health ? not to pray to become
well, but to become good. That is what I pray for myself. Do you hear? I dont
mean to be good in the sense of virtuous, but in the sense of acquiring divine
zeal, of abandoning ourselves in trust to Gods love, and of praying rather
for our soul. And we mean our soul as it is incorporated in the Church, whose
head is Christ, along with all our fellow men and our brothers and sisters in
And I open my arms and pray for all people. When I am about to receive Holy
Communion, as I am standing before the Holy Chalice, I open my soul to receive
the Lord, and I bow my head and I pray for you, for this person and that, and
for the whole Church. You should do the same. Do you understand? Dont
pray for your health. Dont say, O Lord, make me well. No!
Rather say, Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, with selflessness,
with love and without expecting anything. Lord, whatever Your love desires...
Only in this way will you act from now on, loving Christ and our brothers and
sisters. Love Christ. Become saints. Throw yourselves into becoming friends
with Christ, into His love alone, into divine eros.
Isnt perhaps this what is happening to me, since I feel this zeal and
adoration? Even though I feel that my body has rotted away, I dont succumb
to my illness, not even to my cancer, I shouldnt speak, but my love for
you and for the whole world doesnt allow me to remain silent. When I speak,
my lungs remain without oxygen and thats very bad because the heart is
harmed. I have suffered something much worse than a heart attack. And yet I
live. Isnt that an intervention of God? Yes, and I am obedient to Gods
will, to my illness. I suffer without complaint and... with annoyance at myself
because no one is devoid of uncleanness.  Im in a bad state. My spirit
is also sick.
I say to a hermit with whom I am in contact, Pray for me. I love you.
Love me too and pity me and pray for me and God will have mercy on me.
Youre the one who should pray, he says to me.
Im beginning now to be unable to do all that I did for so many
years, I tell him. What does the hymn say?
My mind is sorely wounded, my body has grown enfeebled,
my spirit is sick, my speech has lost its power,
my life is brought to death; the end is at the door.
And so, O wretched soul of mine, what will you do
when the Judge appears before you to investigate your deeds? 
This hymn reflects my present state. I think that if I hadnt done this
or that I wouldnt be in pain now, I would be close to Christ. I say this
about myself because Im thoughtless...
If you want to enjoy good health and live for many years, then listen to what
Solomon the Wise has to say: Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom
and the counsel of saints is understanding; for to know the law is the mark
of a sound mind, for in this way you will live long and years of your life will
be added to you.  This is the secret: for us to acquire this wisdom,
this knowledge, and then everything functions smoothly, all things are put in
order and we will live with joy and health.
 The holy Elder suffered from the following illnesses: myocardial infarction
(anterior diaphragm with lateral ischaemia), chronic kidney disease, duodenal
ulcer (with repeated perforations), operated cataract (loss of lens and blindness),
herpes zoster (shingles) on the face, staphylococcus dermatitis on the hand,
inguinal hernia (frequently strangulated), chronic bronchitis and cancer of
the pituitary gland. Cf. Dr. Georgios Papazachou in an article in the periodical
Synaxis, 41 (JanMar) 1992, 93.
 Heb. 12:6.
 Rom. 14:8.
 A theory that a soul after death has to pass through a series of tollgates
where it is interrogated about a variety of sins.
 Matt. 22:12.
 Prayers of Preparation for Holy Communion, Prayer 7.
 Matt. 21:21.
 Sir. 38:1, 4, 12.
 Wisd. 1:1.
 Cf. Job 14:4.
 Great Canon by Saint Andrew of Crete (1st troparion of the 9th Ode).
 Prov. 9:1011.
From Wounded By Love: The Life and Wisdom of Elder Porphyrios, pp. 224-231, as edited
from an archive of notes and recordings by the Sisters of the Holy Convent of Chrysopigi (Life-Giving Spring).
Posted with the permission of the publisher and the blessing of Mother Theoxeni, Abbess of the Monastery of Chrysopigi.
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Posted on 7 Dec, 2005.