Comfort ye, comfort ye my people…
“Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God.” Isaiah 40:1
From Streams in the Desert this morning comes these beautiful words of encouragement. There is no author, it simply says Selected…
Store up comfort.
This was the prophet’s mission. The world is full of comfortless hearts, and ere thou are sufficient for this lofty ministry, thou must be trained. And thy training is costly in the extreme; for, to render it perfect, thou too must pass through the same afflictions as are wringing countless hearts of tears and blood. Thus thy own life becomes the hospital ward where thou art taught the divine art of comfort.
Thou art wounded,
that in the binding up of thy wounds by the Great Physician, thou mayest learn how to render first aid to the wounded everywhere.
Dost thy wonder why thou art passing through some special sorrow?
Wait till ten years are passed, and thou wilt find many others afflicted as thou art.
Thou wilt tell them
how thou hast suffered and hast been comforted; then as the tale is unfolded, and the anodynes applied which once thy God wrapped around thee, in the eager look and the gleam of hope that shall chase the shadow of despair across the soul,
Thou shalt know why
thou wast afflicted, and bless God for the discipline that stored thy life with such a fund of experience and helpfulness.