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STREAMS IN THE DESERT by L.B. COWMAN
Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.
Isaiah 40:1
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
so that in the binding up of your wounds 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 gleam 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.
God comforts us not to make us comfortable but to
make us comforters. (John Henry Jowett)
They tell me I must bruise the rose's leaf, ere I can keep
and use its fragrance brief.
They tell me I must break the skylark's heart, ere her cage
song will make the silence start.
They tell me love must bleed, and friendship weep, Ere in
my deepest need I touch that deep.
Must it be always so with precious things? Must they be bruised and go with beaten wings?
Ah, yes! by crushing days, by caging nights, by scar of
thorn and stony ways, these blessing are! |
