It was December of 1993 and only days after my mom had been called home. The need for comfort was palpable, gripping. I remember the moment 2 Corinthians chapter 1 came to life. It was a challenge, a blessing and instruction.
Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4 KJV)
As I worked through this passage it was clear that in the midst of deep grief and sorrow that God had indeed provided waves of comfort…. That hug from a friend, that quick note of encouragement, the friends that just were there, wanting to not leave me alone, my husband who was a rock of strength when it felt like the world was caving in.
Probably the greatest privilege is to then encourage someone else as they face the great need for comfort. The passage indicates we receive comfort so that it can be transferred on to other people. It is a privelege,
“Thank you for the promise that you are a God of mercy and the source of all comfort. And thank you that you have given us a challenge to extend to others what you have given us. Amen”