Isaiah 40:1 Comfort, comfort my people, says Your God.
Store
up comfort. This was the prophet Isaiah’s mission. The world is full of hurting
and comfortless hearts. But before you will be competent for this lofty
ministry, you must be trained. And your training is extremely costly, for to
make it complete, you too must endure the same afflictions that are wringing
countless hearts of tears and blood. Consequently, your own life becomes the
hospital ward where you are taught the divine art of comfort. You will be
wounded by the Great Physician; you may learn how to render first aid to the
wounded everywhere. Do you wonder why you are having to experience some great
sorrow? Over the next ten years you will find many others afflicted in the same
way. You will tell them how you suffered and were comforted. As the story
unfolds. God will apply the anesthetic He once used on you to them. Then in
the eager look followed by the of hope that chases the shadow of despair from
the soul, you will know why you were afflicted. And you will bless God for the
discipline that filled your life with such a treasure of experience and
helpfulness. selected
God
comforts us not to make us comfortable but to me us comforters.
John Henry Jowett
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