| Homily for a time of
famine and drought
The torments of the famished, the pangs of hunger,
are indeed an evil to be pitied. Of human ills hunger is the chief, and of
deaths it is the most painful ... Hunger is slow torture, prolonged pain,
an evil hovering and ever-present, a death which is always there and yet
always delayed ... The body becomes livid as a result of the pallor and
blackness which accompany this affliction ... The eyes become withdrawn
into the head, loose in their sockets like dried nuts in their shells. The
belly is empty, contracted, formless, without substance; the intestines no
longer have their normal tension, and the bones are stuck to the back.
What punishment is too much for anyone who passes
by such a body with indifference? Can he rise to any greater cruelty? Is
he not worthy to be counted among the most inhuman of beasts, of being
regarded as a criminal and a homicide? Yes, anyone who has the power to
succour this evil and deliberately, through avarice, postpones doing so,
is fully worthy of being condemned as a murderer.
Are you poor? There are others poorer than you
are. Have you two days' provisions? They have only one. Be good and
gracious, and share what you have with the needy. Do not hesitate to give
away the little that you have; do not put your personal interest above the
common danger. Even if your food is reduced to one loaf if there is a
beggar at the door, take this loaf out of your larder, hold it up to
heaven in your hands and say these sad but generous words. Lord the loaf
which you see is my last and danger is imminent; but I am remembering your
command and am giving of the little that I have to my brother who is
hungry. Do you give also to your servant who is in peril. I know your
goodness, and I trust in your power. Do not delay your goodness for long,
but if it seems good to you, bestow on us your gifts.
If you speak and act like this, this bread which
you have given in your need will be the seed of a harvest, it will produce
abundant fruit and will be the pledge of your food, having been the
ambassador of mercy. Basil of
Caesarea, Homily for a Time of Famine. |