Chapter 3
The God Of All Comfort
“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 tribulations, that we may be able to
comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are
comforted of God.”
Among all the names that reveal God, this, the “God of
all comfort,” seems to me one of the loveliest and the most absolutely
comforting. The words all comfort admit of no limitation and no
deductions; and one would suppose that, however full of discomforts the outward
life of the followers of such a God might be, their inward religious life must
necessarily be always and under all circumstances a comfortable life. But, as a
fact, it often seems as if exactly the opposite were the case, and the religious
lives of large numbers of the children of God are full, not of comfort, but of
the utmost discomfort. This discomfort arises from anxiety as to their
relationship to God, and doubts as to His love. They torment themselves with the
thought that they are too good-for-nothing to be worthy of His care, and they
suspect Him of being indifferent to their trials and of forsaking them in times
of need. They are anxious and troubled about everything in their religious life,
about their disposition and feelings, their indifference to the Bible, their
want of fervency in prayer, their coldness of heart. They are tormented with
unavailing regrets over their past, and with devouring anxieties for their
future. They feel unworthy to enter God’s presence, and dare not believe that
they belong to Him. They can be happy and comfortable with their earthly
friends, but they cannot be happy or comfortable with God. And although He
declares Himself to be the God of all comfort, they continually complain that
they cannot find comfort anywhere; and their sorrowful looks and the doleful
tones of their voice show that they are speaking the truth.
Such Christians, although they profess to be the
followers of the God of all comfort, spread gloom and discomfort around them
wherever they go; and it is out of the question for them to hope that they can
induce anyone else to believe that this beautiful name, by which He has
announced Himself, is anything more than a pious phrase, which in reality means
nothing at all. And the manifestly uncomfortable religious lives of so many
Christians is, I am very much afraid, responsible for a large part of the
unbelief of the world.
The apostle says that we are to be living epistles known
and read of all men; and the question as to what men read in us is of far more
vital importance to the spread of Christ’s kingdom than we half the time
realize. It is not what we say that tells, but what we are. It is easy enough to
say a great many beautiful things about God being the God of all comfort; but
unless we know what it is to be really and truly comforted ourselves, we might
as well talk to the winds. People must read in our lives what they hear in our
words, or all our preaching is worse than useless. It would be well for us to
ask ourselves what they are reading in us. Is it comfort or discomfort that
voices itself in our daily walk and life?
But at this point I may be asked what I mean by the
comfort God gives. Is it a sort of pious grace, that may perhaps fit us for
Heaven, but that is somehow unfit to bear the brunt of our everyday life with
its trials and its pains? Or is it an honest and genuine comfort, as we
understand comfort, that enfolds life’s trials and pains in an all embracing
peace?
With all my heart I believe it is the latter.
Comfort, whether human or divine, is pure and simple
comfort, and is nothing else. We none of us care for pious phrases, we want
realities; and the reality of being comforted and comfortable seems to me almost
more delightful than any other thing in life. We all know what it is. When as
little children we have cuddled up into our mother’s lap after a fall or a
misfortune, and have felt her dear arms around us, and her soft kisses on our
hair, we have had comfort. When, as grown-up people, after a hard day’s work, we
have put on our slippers and seated ourselves by the fire, in an easy chair with
a book, we have had comfort. When, after a painful illness, we have begun to
recover, and have been able to stretch our limbs and open our eyes without pain,
we have had comfort. When someone whom we dearly love has been ill almost unto
death, and has been restored to us in health again, we have had comfort. A
thousand times in our lives probably, have we said, with a sigh of relief, as a
toil over or burdens laid down, “Well, this is comfortable,” and in that
word comfortable there has been comprised more a rest, and relief, and
satisfaction, and pleasure, than any other word in the English language could
possibly be made to express. We cannot fail, therefore, to understand the
meaning of this name of God, the “God of all comfort.”
But alas, we have failed to believe it. It has seemed
to us too good to be true. The joy and delight of it, if it were really a fact,
have been more than our poor suspicious natures could take in. We may venture to
hope sometimes that little scraps of comfort may be vouchsafed to us; but we
have run away frightened at the thought of the “all comfort” that is ours in the
salvation of the Lord Jesus Christ.
And yet what more could He have said about it than He
has said: “As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you; and ye
shall be comforted.” Notice the as and so in this passage: “As one whom his
mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.” It is real comforting that is meant
here; the sort of comforting that a child feels when it is “dandled on its
mother’s knees, and borne on her sides”; and yet how many of us have really
believed that God’s comforting is actually as tender and true as a mother’s
comforting, or even half or quarter so real. Instead of thinking of ourselves as
being “dandled” on His knees, and hugged to His heart, as mothers hug, have we
not rather been inclined to look upon Him as a stern, unbending Judge, holding
us at a distance, and demanding our respectful homage, and critical of our
slightest faults? Is it any wonder that our religion, instead of making us
comfortable, has made us thoroughly uncomfortable? Who could help being
uncomfortable in the presence of such a Judge?
But I rejoice to say that that stern Judge is not
there. He does not exist. The God who does exist is a God who is like a mother,
a God who says to us as plainly as words can say it, “As one whom his mother
comforteth, so will I comfort you.”
Over and over again He declares this. “I, even I, am he
that comforteth you,” He says to the poor, frightened children of Israel. And
then He reproaches them with not being comforted. “Why,” He says, “should you
let anything make you afraid when here is the Lord, your Maker, ready and
longing to comfort you. You have feared continually every day the ‘fury of the
oppressor,’ and have forgotten me who have stretched forth the heavens and laid
the foundations of the earth? Where is the fury of the oppressor when I am
by?”
The God who exists is the God and the Father of our
Lord Jesus Christ, the God who so loved the world that He sent His Son, not to
judge the world, but to save it. He is the God who “anointed” the Lord Jesus
Christ to bind up the brokenhearted, and to proclaim liberty to the captives,
and the opening of the prison to them that are bound, and to comfort all that
mourn. Please notice that all. Not a few select ones only, but all. Every
captive of sin, every prisoner in infirmity, every mourning heart throughout the
whole world must be included in this “all.” It would not be “all” if there
should be a single one left out, no matter how insignificant, or unworthy, or
even how feeble-minded that one might be. I have always been thankful that the
feeble-minded are especially mentioned by Paul in his exhortations to the
Thessalonian Christians, when he is urging them to comfort one another. In
effect he says, Do not scold the feeble-minded, but comfort them. The very ones
who need comfort most are the ones that our God, who is like a mother, wants to
comfort—not the strong-minded ones, but the feeble-minded.
For this is the glory of a religion of love. And this
is the glory of the religion of the Lord Jesus Christ. He was anointed to
comfort “all that mourn.” The “God of all comfort” sent His Son to be the
comforter of a mourning world. And all through His life on earth He fulfilled
His divine mission. When His disciples asked Him to call down fire from Heaven
to consume some people who refused to receive Him, He turned and rebuked them,
and said: “Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is
not come to destroy men’s lives but to save them.” He received sinners and ate
with them. He welcomed Mary Magdalene when all men turned from her. He refused
even to condemn the woman who was taken in the very act of sin, but said to the
scribes and Pharisees who had brought her before Him, “He that is without sin
among you, let him first cast a stone at her”; and when, convicted by their own
consciences, they all went out one by one without condemning her, He said to
her, “Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.” Always and everywhere He
was on the side of sinners. That was what He was for. He came to save sinners.
He had no other mission.
Two little girls were talking about God, and one said,
“I know God does not love me. He could not care for such a teeny, tiny little
girl as I am.”
“Dear me, sis,” said the other little girl, “don’t you
know that that is just what God is for—to take care of teeny, tiny little girls
who can’t take care of themselves, just like us?”
“Is He?” said the first little girl. “I did not know
that. Then I don’t need to worry any more, do I?”
If any troubled doubting heart, any heart that is
fearing continually every day some form or other of evil should read these
lines, let me tell you again in trumpet tones that this is just what the Lord
Jesus Christ is for—to care for and comfort all who mourn. “All,” remember,
every single one, even you yourself, for it would not be “all” if you were left
out. You may be so cast down that you can hardly lift up your head, but the
apostle tells us that He is the “God that comforteth those that are cast down”;
the comforting of Christ. All who mourn, all who are cast down—I love to think
of such a mission of comfort in a world of mourning like ours; and I long to see
every cast down and sorrowing heart comforted with this comforting of God.
And our Comforter is not far off in Heaven where we
cannot find Him. He is close at hand. He abides with us. When Christ was going
away from this earth, He told His disciples that He would not leave them
comfortless, but would send “another Comforter” who would abide with them
forever. This Comforter, He said, would teach them all things, and would bring
all things to their remembrance. And then He declared, as though it were the
necessary result of the coming of this divine Comforter: “Peace I leave with
you, my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not
your heart [therefore] be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” Oh, how can we,
in the face of these tender and loving words, go about with troubled and
frightened hearts.
“Comforter”—what a word of bliss, if we only could
realize it. Let us repeat it over and over to ourselves, until its meaning sinks
into the very depths of our being. And an “abiding” Comforter, too, not one who
comes and goes, and is never on hand when most needed, but one who is always
present, and always ready to give us “joy for mourning, and the garment of
praise for the spirit of heaviness.”
The very words abiding Comforter are an amazing
revelation. Try to comprehend them. If we can have a human comforter to stay
with us for only a few days when we are in trouble, we think ourselves
fortunate; but here is a divine Comforter who is always staying with us, and
whose power to comfort is infinite. Never, never ought we for a single minute to
be without comfort; never for a single minute ought we to be uncomfortable.
I have often wondered whether those early disciples
realized at all what this glorious legacy of a Comforter meant. I am very sure
the majority of the disciples of Christ now do not. If they did, there could not
possibly be so many uncomfortable Christians about.
But you may ask whether this divine Comforter does not
sometimes reprove us for our sins, and whether we can get any comfort out of
this. In my opinion this is exactly one of the places where the comfort comes
in. For what sort of creatures should we be if we had no divine Teacher always
at hand to show us our faults and awaken in us a desire to get rid of them?
If I am walking along the street with a very
disfiguring hole in the back of my dress, of which I am in ignorance, it is
certainly a very great comfort to me to have a kind friend who will tell me of
it. And similarly it is indeed a comfort to know that there is always abiding
with me a divine, all-seeing Comforter, who will reprove me for all my faults,
and will not let me go on in a fatal unconsciousness of them. Emerson says it is
far more to a man’s interest that he should see his own faults than that anyone
else should see them, and a moment’s thought will convince us that this is true,
and will make us thankful for the Comforter who reveals them to us.
I remember vividly the comfort it used to be to me,
when I was young, to have a sister who always knew what was the right and proper
thing to do, and who, when we went out together, always kept me in order. I
never felt any anxiety or responsibility about myself if she was by, for I knew
she would keep a strict watch over me, and nudge me or whisper to me if I was
making any mistakes. I was always made comfortable, and not uncomfortable, by
her presence. But when it chanced that I went anywhere alone, then I would
indeed feel uncomfortable, for then there was no one near to keep me
straight.
The declaration is that He “comforts all our waste
places”; and He does this by revealing them to us, and at the same time showing
us how He can make our “wildernesses like Eden,” and our “deserts like the
garden of the Lord.”
You may object, perhaps, because you are not worthy of
His comforts. I do not suppose you are. No one ever is. But you need His
comforting, and because you are not worthy you need it all the more. Christ came
into the world to save sinners, not good people, and your unworthiness is your
greatest claim for His salvation.
In the same passage in Isaiah in which He tells us that
He has seen our ways and was “wroth” with us, He assures us that He will heal us
and restore comforts to us. It is just because He is wroth with us (wroth in the
sense in which love is always wroth with any fault in those it loves), that
therefore He “restores comforts” to us. And He does it by revealing our sin and
healing it.
The avenue to the comfortings of the divine Comforter
lies through the need of comfort. And this explains to me better than anything
else the reason why the Lord so often allows sorrow and trial to be our portion.
“Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and
speak comfortably unto her.” We find ourselves, it may be, in a “wilderness” of
disappointment and of suffering, and we wonder why the God who loves us should
have allowed it. But he knows that it is only in that very wilderness that we
can hear and receive the “comfortable words” He has to pour out upon us. We must
feel the need of comfort before we can listen to the words of comfort. And God
knows that it is infinitely better and happier for us to need His comforts and
receive them, than ever it could be not to need them and so be without them. The
consolations of God mean the substituting of a far higher and better thing for
what we lose to get them. The things we lose are earthly things, those He
substitutes are heavenly. And who of us but would thankfully be “allured” by our
God into any earthly wilderness, if only there we might find the unspeakable
joys of union with Himself. Paul could say he “counted all things but loss” if
he might but “win Christ”; and, if we have even the faintest glimpse of what
winning Christ means, we will say so too.
But strangely enough, while it is easy for us when we
are happy and do not need comforting, to believe that our God is the “God of all
comfort,” but as soon as we are in trouble and need it, it seems impossible to
believe that there can be any comfort for us anywhere. It would almost seem as
if, in our reading of the Bible, we had reversed its meaning, and made it say,
not “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted,” but “Blessed are
they that rejoice, for they, and they only, shall be comforted.” It is very
strange how often in our secret hearts we almost unconsciously alter the Bible
words a little, and so make the meaning exactly opposite to what it actually is;
or else we put in so many “ifs” and “buts” as to take the whole point out of
what is said. Take for instance, those beautiful words, “God that comforteth
those that are cast down,” and ask ourselves whether we have never been tempted
to make it read in our secret hearts, “God who forsaketh those who are cast
down,” or, “God who overlooks those who are cast down,” or, “God who will
comfort those who are cast down if they show themselves worthy of comfort”; and
whether, consequently, instead of being comforted, we have not been plunged into
misery and despair.
The psalmist tells us that God will “comfort us on
every side,” and what an all-embracing bit of comfort this is. “On every side,”
no aching spot to be left uncomforted. And yet, in times of special trial, how
many Christians secretly read this as though it said, “God will comfort us on
every side except just the side where our trials lie; on that side there is no
comfort anywhere.” But God says every side, and it is only unbelief on our part
that leads us to make an exception of our special side.
It is with too many, alas, just as it was with Israel
of old. On one side God said to Zion: “Sing, O heavens, and be joyful, O earth,
and break forth into singing, O mountains; for the Lord hath comforted his
people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted”; and on the other side Zion
said, “The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me.” And then God’s
answer came in those wonderful words, full forever of comfort enough to meet the
needs of all the sorrows of all humanity: “Forget thee! Can a mother forget?
Yea, perhaps a mother may forget, but I cannot. I have even graven thee upon the
palms of my hands, so that it is impossible for me to forget thee! Be comforted,
then, and sing for you.”
But you may ask how you are to get hold of this divine
comfort. My answer is that you must take it. God’s comfort is being continually
and abundantly given, but unless you will accept it you cannot have it.
Divine comfort does not come to us in any mysterious or
arbitrary way. It comes as the result of a divine method. The indwelling
Comforter “brings to our remembrance” comforting things concerning our Lord,
and, if we believe them, we are comforted by them. A text is brought to our
remembrance, perhaps, or the verse of a hymn, or some thought concerning the
love of Christ and His tender care for us. If we receive the suggestion in
simple faith, we cannot help being comforted. But if we refuse to listen to the
voice of our Comforter, and insist instead on listening to the voice of
discouragement or despair, no comfort can by any possibility reach our
souls.
It is very possible for even a mother to lavish in vain
all her stores of motherly comfort on a weeping child. The child sits up stiff
and sullen, and “refuses to be comforted.” All her comforting words fall on
unbelieving ears. For to be comforted by comforting words it is absolutely
necessary for us to believe these words. God has spoken “comforting words”
enough, one would think, to comfort a whole universe, and yet we see all around
us unhappy Christians, and worried Christians, and gloomy Christians, into whose
comfortless hearts not one of these comforting words seems to be allowed to
enter. In fact, a great many Christians actually think it is wrong to be
comforted. They feel too unworthy. And if any rays of comfort steal into their
hearts, they sternly shut them out; and like Rachel and Jacob, and the psalmist,
their souls “refuse to be comforted.”
The apostle tells us that whatsoever things are written
in the Scriptures are for our learning, in order that we “through patience and
comfort of the Scriptures may have hope.” But if we are to be comforted by the
Scriptures, we must first believe them. Nothing that God has said can possibly
comfort a person who does not believe it to be really true. When the captain of
a vessel tells us that his vessel is safe, we must first believe him to be
telling the truth, before we can feel comfortable on board that vessel. When the
conductor on a railway tells us we are on the right train, before we can settle
down comfortably in our seats, we must trust his word. This is all so
self-evident that it might seem folly to call attention to it. But in religious
matters it often happens that the self-evident truths are the very ones most
easily overlooked; and I have actually known people who insisted on realizing
God’s comfort while still doubting His words of comfort; and who even thought
they could not believe His comforting words at all, until they had first felt
the comfort in their own souls! As well might the passenger on the railway
insist on having a feeling of comfortable assurance that he is on the right
train, before he could make up his mind to believe the word of the conductor.
Always and in everything comfort must follow faith, and can never precede
it.
In this matter of comfort it is exactly as it is in
every other experience in the religious life. God says, “Believe, and then you
can feel.” We say, “Feel, and then we can believe.” God’s order is not
arbitrary, it exists in the very nature of things; and in all earthly matters we
recognize this, and are never so foolish as to expect to feel we have anything
until we first believe that it is in our possession. I could not possibly feel
glad that I had a fortune in the bank, unless I knew that it was really there.
But in spiritual things we reverse God’s order (which is the order of nature as
well), and refuse to believe that we possess anything until we first feel as if
we had it.
Let me illustrate. We are, let us suppose, overwhelmed
with cares and anxieties. It often happens in this world. To comfort us in these
circumstances the Lord assures us that we need not be anxious about anything,
but may commit all our cares to Him, for He careth for us. We are all familiar
with the passages where He tells us to “behold the fowls of the air,” and to
“consider the lilies of the field” and assures us that we are of much more value
than they, and that, if He cares for them, He will much more care for us. One
would think there was comfort enough here for every care or sorrow all the wide
world over. To have God assume our cares and our burdens, and carry them for us;
the Almighty God, the Creator of Heaven and earth, who can control everything,
and foresee everything, and consequently can manage everything in the very best
possible way, to have Him declare that He will undertake for us; what could
possibly be a greater comfort? And yet how few people are really comforted by
it. Why is this? Simply and only because they do not believe it. They are
waiting to have an inward feeling that His words are true, before they will
believe them. They look upon them as beautiful things for Him to say, and they
wish they could believe them, but they do not think they can be true in their
own special case, unless they can have an inward feeling that they are; and if
they should speak out honestly, they would confess that, since they have no such
inward feeling, they do not believe His words apply to them; and as a
consequence they do not in the least expect Him actually to care for their
affairs at all. “Oh, if I could only feel it was all true,” we say; and God
says, “Oh, if you would only believe it is all true!”
It is pure and simple unbelief that is at the bottom of
all our lack of comfort, and absolutely nothing else. God comforts us on every
side, but we simply do not believe His words of comfort.
The remedy for this is plain. If we want to be
comforted, we must make up our minds to believe every single solitary word of
comfort God has ever spoken; and we must refuse utterly to listen to any words
of discomfort spoken by our own hearts, or by our circumstances. We must set our
faces like a flint to believe, under each and every sorrow and trial, in the
divine Comforter, and to accept and rejoice in His all-embracing comfort. I say,
“set our faces like a flint,” because, when everything around us seems out of
sorts, it is not always easy to believe God’s words of comfort. We must put our
wills into this matter of being comforted, just as we have to put our wills into
all other matters in our spiritual life. We must choose to be comforted.
It may seem impossible, when things look all wrong and
uncared for, to believe that God really can be caring for us as a mother cares
for her children; and, although we know perfectly well that He says He does care
for us in just this tender and loving way, yet we say, “Oh, if I could only
believe that, of course I should be comforted.” Now here is just where our wills
must come in. We must believe it. We must say to ourselves, “God says it,
and it is true, and I am going to believe it, no matter how it looks.” And then
we must never suffer ourselves to doubt or question it again.
I do not hesitate to say that whoever will adopt this
plan will come, sooner or later, into a state of abounding comfort.
The psalmist says, “In the multitude of my thoughts
within me thy comforts delight my soul.” But I am afraid that among the
multitude of our thoughts within us there are far too often many more thoughts
of our own discomforts than of God’s comforts. We must think of His comforts if
we are to be comforted by them. It might be a good exercise of soul for some of
us to analyze our thoughts for a few days, and see how many thoughts we actually
do give to God’s comforts, compared with the number we give to our own
discomforts. I think the result would amaze us!
One word I must add in conclusion. If any of my readers
are preachers of the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ, I would like to ask them
what they are commissioned to preach.
The true commission in my opinion is to be found in
Isaiah 40:1,2: “Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye
comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished,
that her iniquity is pardoned; for she hath received of the Lord’s hand double
for all her sins.” “Comfort ye my people” is the divine command; do not scold
them. If it is the Gospel you feel called to preach, then see to it that you do
really preach Christ’s Gospel and not man’s. Christ comforts, man scolds.
Christ’s Gospel is always good news, and never bad news. Man’s gospel is
generally a mixture of a little good news and a great deal of bad news; and even
where it tries to be good news, it is so hampered with “ifs” and “buts,” and
with all sorts of man-made conditions, that it utterly fails to bring any
lasting joy or comfort.
The only Gospel that, to my thinking, can rightly be
called the Gospel is that one proclaimed by the angel to the frightened
shepherds, who were in the field keeping watch over their flocks by night: “Fear
not,” said the angel, “for behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which
shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a
Saviour which is Christ the Lord.”
Never were more comfortable words preached to any
congregation. And if only all the preachers in all the pulpits would speak the
same comfortable words to the people; and if all the congregations, who hear
these words, would believe them, and would take the comfort of them, there would
be no more uncomfortable Christians left anywhere. And over the whole land would
be fulfilled the apostle’s prayer for the Thessalonians: “Now our Lord Jesus
Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us and hath given us
everlasting consolation and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts, and
stablish you in every good word and work.”