The name of Jesus is…a medicine.

Does one of us feel sad? Let the name of Jesus come into his heart, from there let it spring to his mouth, so that shining like the dawn it may dispel all darkness and make a cloudless sky. Does someone fall into sin?

Does his despair even urge him to suicide? Let him but invoke this life-giving name and his will to live will be at once renewed.

The hardness of heart that is our common experience, the apathy bred of indolence, bitterness of mind, repugnance for the things of the spirit – have they ever failed to yield in presence of that saving name?

The tears dammed up by the barrier of our pride – how have they not burst forth again with sweeter abundance at the thought of Jesus’ name?

And where is the man, who, terrified and trembling before impending peril, has not been suddenly filled with courage and rid of fear by calling on the strength of that name?

Where is the man who, tossed on the rolling seas of doubt, did not quickly find certitude by recourse to the clarity of Jesus’ name?

Was ever a man so discouraged, so beaten down by afflictions, to whom the sound of this name did not bring new resolve?
In short, for all the ills and disorders to which flesh is heir, this name is medicine.

For proof we have no less than his own promise: “Call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me.”
Nothing so curbs the onset of anger, so allays the upsurge of pride.

It cures the wound of envy, controls unbridled extravagance and quenches the flame of lust; it cools the thirst of covetousness and banishes the itch of unclean desire.

For when I name Jesus I set before me a man who is meek and humble of heart, kind, prudent, chaste, merciful, flawlessly upright and holy in the eyes of all; and this same man is the all-powerful God whose way of life heals me, whose support is my strength.

All these re-echo for me at the hearing of Jesus’ name.

Because he is man I strive to imitate him; because of his divine power I lean upon him.

The examples of his human life I gather like medicinal herbs; with the aid of his power I blend them, and the result is a compound like no pharmacist can produce.

Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153): Sermons on the Song of Songs, 15, 6.