There is
also comfort in mourning, because in the midst of mourning God gives a song.
His presence
in our lives changes our mourning into song, and that song is a song of
comfort.
This kind of
comfort is the kind which enabled a devout Englishman to look at a deep dark
hole in the ground where his home stood before the bombing and say, “I always
did want a basement.
Now I can
jolly well build another house like I always wanted.”
This kind of
comfort is the kind which enabled a young minister’s wife in a church near us
to teach her Sunday school class of girls on the very day of her husband’s
funeral.
Her mourning
was not the kind which had no hope, it was mourning of faith in the goodness
and wisdom of God; it believed that our heavenly Father makes no mistakes.
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