Nourished by rivers of grace, you resembled "a watered garden and a spring of water whose waters do not fail," imparting spiritual refreshment to others. Ultimately, to prevent the passage of time from obscuring your example, you ascended the mountain and left behind some remnant of immortality that belongs to you. “Your bones have withered,” and the remains of your mortal flesh still seem alive in your death; the barren shelters you created have transformed into magnificent structures that outshine even fierce storms with their glory. Epochs have passed near these monuments, yet they have not been touched, save to enhance their beauty. So renowned, so abundant, so steadfast and eternal are the promises made by faith! It alone is the promise that does not falter or alter. It sanctifies truth, while numerous deceitful promises may shake our hearts with false hopes that lead to empty happiness. “Be satisfied as your soul desires,” let’s unpack this idea. “Be satisfied,” whispers worldly desire, but do not let your gaze wander beyond mere appearances; earthly joy is but an illusion, where true fulfillment belongs to the senses. Since we are made for joy, we ought to seek it close to our being. “Eat, drink, and be merry” (Luke 12:19): this is the philosophy of contentment. But how perilous it is to heed such teachings! When the crafty serpent tempts us with forbidden pleasures, promising divinity, the terrible fate of thorns, toil, sickness, and death is already sealed. In the realm of indulgence and excess, only such roses blossom that, after the fleeting delights of the senses, leave painful thorns within the soul, inevitably wounding it. One must labor intensely for a short-lived gain. Amidst sorrow, more burdensome than satisfying cares, old age catches up, or poverty and weakness, which creep closer, are never far behind. The earth demands its due ever sooner the more one attempts to extract from it. Alas! Is this what our easily swayed minds call a carefree life? Oh God! These illusory comforts are naught but the seeds of sorrow; they are poison, not nourishment, for a frail heart. Even if there were no other means to satiate our desires, it would be folly to indulge in such ways; it would be wiser to suffer in a state of endless joy. “Be satisfied” promotes greed. It teaches one to reap where they have not sown and to gather from what they have not cultivated; and when you count your plentiful riches, call forth prosperity, display your treasures, and try to appease fortune in your favor. Woe to those who accept the false promises of the golden idol! What joy does a man beholden to wealth find? What is his existence? - To hoard cold metal in a heap, to amass wealth alongside the miseries of others, the tears of the bereaved, and the sighs of the forsaken; to live in fear of the moment when either the thief will steal from his vaults, or death will rob his body of life. He becomes a reluctant sufferer, and in a sea of excess, like one consumed by flames, every breath is a groan or a compelling cry: "thirst!" “You will be satisfied,” ambition proclaims. When you rise above the masses, when everything succumbs to your service, when honor is your companion - what then can you lack? Who could be unhappy if so many count on his joy? The envy stirred by the noble against the humble speaks to their elevated position. Oh, how I wish these musings were as true as they are appealing! Sadly, they merely flatter a hope that is as perilous as it is false. The coveted happiness of possessing what others have is a heavy weight to bear, and the longing for elevation is an insatiable force that, once given in to, seems limitless, as if the universe itself were but a small inheritance. Should we be surprised? If this infernal desire could not be quenched in heaven, will there ever be enough to fill our lives on this wretched earth? “You shall be fed,” cries glory. There is no higher fulfillment than to relentlessly pursue greatness, to earn the regard of your peers, and to immortalize your name for future generations. The love of praise is a divine impulse, and its delight is angelic. These are often regarded as noble sentiments! However, regardless of the accolades they may receive, even if this passion did not bring forth discord, did not sow danger, did not disrupt the tranquility of society, and did not sway authority, its fruits would still be called into question, and the pleasure derived from it would remain elusive. Is it not foolish to base our well-being on the opinions of others, who may either be misguided or hold distorted views and often fail to give us our due? Is it not madness to toil endlessly in life just to provide fodder for the gossip of a handful of idle souls? To comfort a fleeting mortal with the promise of a name that endures is to willingly forgo sustenance while anticipating an uncertain tomorrow. “Be satisfied,” espouses worldly wisdom. Dare to lift the veil obscuring the truth from the unenlightened; embrace its beauty; then you will discover the pleasure that resonates with reason, experience the harmony of creation, assign laws to the stars, trace the footprints of the divine Creator, comprehend your worth, and become a citizen of the universe. What a splendid vision! What a long journey toward salvation! Thus, O wise individuals of the world! your pursuits would be most rewarding, your existence most joyful, if lust and ambition had never cast a shadow over the radiant face of truth, and if vanity, rivalry, and hatred had never taken the place of love; if the pen had never been able to wield as much power as the sword. Yet when most of your knowledge comprises trivial inquiries and unsatisfying answers, doubts, and the destructive skill of reducing sacred truths to mere rhetoric, can your supposed enlightenment truly bring solace to your heart? How long, O children of humanity, how long will you cherish vanity? How long will you listen to these treacherous heralds of joy that the corrupt world sends your way? - Until you heed the prophets of old. "The spirit is deceitful in their mouths" (2 Sam. 22:22), until your insatiable cravings wander aimlessly, inquiring: "Who will show us good things?" (Ps. 4:7). Faith, celestial faith, it is bestowed upon you to eradicate human despair; you alone render the "good things" visible; you alone summon blessings from on high, and they come upon us. "God will be ... with thee at all times, and thou shalt be filled as thy soul desires." Behold the sweetest promise, the heart of all longings, the pinnacle of joy, and the sole sustenance of the spirit! "I will be filled," O Lord! "when Thy glory appears" (Psalm 16:15)! I will find fulfillment when you enter the troubled heart, making it your dwelling and revealing yourself in spirit rather than mere shadows. What more could I desire after experiencing this blessing? What could surpass such a priceless gift? Is it wisdom? - "You are the light that enlightens every man" (John 1:9). Is it eternal life? "You hold the fountain of life" (Ps. 36:9). Is it wealth? For He who has given the faithful soul "the beloved Son" (Matt. 3:17; Mk. 1:11; Lk. 3:22) as a promise of His generosity: "how will He not also give you all things along with Him?" (Rom. 8:32). Honor? Greatness? But what accolades or glorious titles can be compared to these exalted designations: "a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God" (1 Pet. 2:9), "heirs of God, co-heirs with Christ" (Rom. 8:17)? Let us bless, dear listeners, the merciful King of kings, who delights in honoring His unblemished servants in this way; let us glorify God, who calls us to faith to restore the fallen, to heal the brokenhearted, to satiate the hungry, to bring joy to the sorrowful, to resurrect the dead, to glorify not merely through praise and song, nor only by instruments, but in spirit and truth, with fervor for faith and virtue, that we may not receive this grace in vain. Amen.