My mother-in-law spent almost six years in a Russian concentration camp, during and after World War II. She often says that she couldn’t go to church, pray or sing hymns but she was a better Christian then, than she is now. She says that she clung to God constantly and found comfort and strength to face all the she had to. The Russians couldn’t stop the prayers and hymns in her mind.
I find great comfort in snuggling under a fuzzy blanket in front of a roaring fire on a cold winter’s day, reading my favourite book. The comfort offered by my blanket and fire, however, disappears as soon as I leave the warmth of them. God’s comfort, which is always with us, promises us the strength to do what needs to be done. Our difficult situation may not change but we will have a new ability to face it and deal with it. God’s comfort, like God’s word, is everything; God will always care and there is always hope.
God of Comfort, we know that you have won, when we have the strength to do what has to be done. Amen. — BZ