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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Jesus Is Our Comfort in Times of Grief

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By J. R. Miller

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Many in bereavement, though believing the doctrine of the future resurrection, fail to get present comfort from it. Jesus assured Martha that her brother should rise again. “Yes, I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day,” she said. The hope was too distant to give her much comfort. Her sense of present loss outweighed every other thought and feeling. She craved back again the companionship she had lost. Who that has stood by the grave of a precious friend has not experienced the same feeling of inadequateness in the consolation that comes from even the strongest belief in a far-off rising again of those who are in their graves?

The Master’s reply to Martha’s hungry heart cry is very rich in its comfort. “I am the resurrection.” This is one of the wonderful present tenses of Christian hope. To Martha’s thought the comfort of resurrection was a dim faraway consolation. “I am the resurrection,” said Jesus. The resurrection was something present, not remote. His words embraced the whole blessed truth of immortal life. “Whosoever liveth and believeth on Me shall never die.” There is no death for those who are in Christ. The body dies, but the person lives on. The resurrection may be in the future, but there is no break whatever in the life of the believer in Christ. He is not here, our eyes see Him not, our ears hear not His voice, we cannot touch Him with our hands; but He still lives, thinks, feels, remembers and loves. No power in His being has been quenched by dying, no beauty dimmed, no faculty destroyed.

This is a part of the comfort which Jesus gave to His friends in their bereavement. He assured them that for the believer, there is no death. There remains for those who stay behind the pain of separation and of loneliness, but for those who have passed over, we need have no fear.

How does Jesus comfort the friends who are left? As we read over the story of the sorrow of this Bethany home, we find the answer to our question. You say, “He brought back their dead, thus comforting them by the literal undoing of the work of death and grief. If only He would do this now, in every case where love cries to Him that would be comfort indeed.” But we must remember that the return of Lazarus to his home was only a temporary restoration. He came back to his old life of mortality, temptation, sickness, pain and death. He came back, too, only for a season. It was not a resurrection to immortal life; it was only a restoration to mortal life. He must pass again through the mystery of dying, and the second time his sisters must experience the agony of separation and loneliness. It was merely a postponement for a little while of the final separation.

But Jesus gave the sisters true comfort besides this. His own presence with them brought them comfort. They knew that He loved them. Many times before, when He had entered their home, He had brought benedictions. They had a feeling of security and peace in His presence. Even their great grief lost something of its poignancy when the light of His face fell upon them. Every strong, tender and true human love has comforting power. We can pass more easily through a sore trial if a trusted friend is beside us. The believer can endure any sorrow if Jesus is with him.

The trouble with us too often is that we do not realize the presence of our Master though He is close beside us, and miss altogether the comfort of His love. Mary stood with breaking heart by the empty grave, crying out for her Lord, who even then was close behind her, but unrecognized, “she supposing Him to be the gardener.” A moment later, however, the speaking of her name in the old familiar tone of voice revealed Him to her, and instantly her sorrow was turned into joy. So we stand oftentimes in the deep shadows of grief, longing for comfort, yearning for love, while Christ is close beside us, closer than any human friend can be. If only we will dry our tears and look up into His face, believing, our soul shall be flooded with His wonderful love and our sorrow shall be swallowed up in fullness of joy. There is never the least doubt about the presence of Christ in our times of trouble; it is only because we remain unaware of that presence that we are not comforted.

Another element of comfort for these sorrowing sisters was in the sympathy of Jesus. There was a wonderful gentleness in His manner as He received first one and then the other. Mary’s grief was deeper than Martha’s, and when Jesus saw her weeping He groaned in the spirit and was troubled. Then, in the shortest verse in the Bible, we have a window into the very heart of the Master, and we find there the most wonderful sympathy.

“Jesus wept.” It is a great comfort in time of sorrow to have even human sympathy, to know that somebody cares, that someone feels with us. It would have added something—very much indeed—of comfort for the sisters, if John, or Peter, or James, had wept with them beside their brother’s grave. But the tears of the Master meant incalculably more. They told of the holiest sympathy this world ever saw—the Son of God weeping with two sisters in a great human sorrow.

This shortest verse in the Bible was not written merely as a fragment of the narrative—it contains a revealing of the heart of Jesus for all time. Wherever a believer in Christ is sorrowing, One stands by, unseen, who shares the grief. There is immeasurable comfort in the revealing that the Son of God suffers with us in our suffering, is afflicted in all our affliction, and is touched with the feeling of our infirmities. We can endure our trouble more quietly when we know this.

There is yet another feature in the manner of Christ’s comforting His friends which is suggestive. Human sympathy is a sentiment. Our friends weep with us; they tell us they are sorry for us, yet they can do very little to help us. But the sympathy of Jesus at Bethany was very practical. Not only did He reveal His affection for His friends in coming all the way from Peraea, to be with them in their trouble; not only did He show His love by speaking to them words of divine comfort, which have made a shining track through the world ever since; not only did He weep with them in their grief, but He also wrought the greatest of all His miracles to restore to them their heart’s joy.

No doubt thousands of other friends of Jesus in bereavement have wished that He would comfort them in like manner, by giving back their beloved. Often He does what is in effect the same—in answer to the prayer of faith He spares the lives of those who are dear and who seem about to be taken away. When we pray for the recovery of our friends who are sick, our prayer, if we pray acceptably, always ends with, “Not my will, but Thine, be done.” Even the most passionate longing of our affection we subdue in the quiet confidence of faith. If it is not best for our loved one, if it would not be a real blessing, if it is not God’s way, then, “Thy will be done.” If we pray thus, we must believe that the issue, whatever it may be, is God’s best for us. If our friends are taken away, there is unspeakable comfort in the confidence that this was God’s will for them. If they recover, it is Christ who has given them back to us, as He gave back Lazarus to Martha and Mary.

It is important that we have a clear understanding of the subject of sorrow, in order that when it falls to our lot to suffer, we may receive blessing, and not hurt, from our experience. Every sorrow that comes into our life brings us something good from God. There is in Jesus Christ an infinite resource of consolation, and we have only to open our heart to receive it. Then we shall pass through sorrow sustained by divine help and love, and shall come from it enriched in character and blessed in all our life. Our griefs set lessons for us to learn, and we should diligently seek to get into our life whatever it is that our Master would teach us. In every pain is folded the seed of blessing—we should make sure that the seed shall have an opportunity to grow, and that we may gather its fruit. In every tear a rainbow hides, but only when the sunshine falls upon the crystal drop is the splendor revealed.



Excerpted and adapted from The Ministry of Comfort (Hodder & Stoughton, 1901). Published on Anchor October 2013. Read by Gabriel Garcia Valdivieso.

Three Stories on Love

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Between a rock and the love of God

When Andrew got ready for work one Friday morning, he announced to his wife that he had finally decided to ask his boss for a salary raise. All day Andrew felt nervous and apprehensive as he thought about the upcoming showdown. What if Mr. Larchmont refused to grant his request? Andrew had worked so hard in the last 18 months and landed some great accounts for Braer and Hopkins Advertising Agency. Of course he deserved a wage increase.

The thought of walking into Larchmont’s office left Andrew weak in the knees. Late in the afternoon he finally mustered up the courage to approach his superior. To his delight and surprise, the ever-frugal Harvey Larchmont agreed to give Andrew a raise!

Andrew arrived home that evening—after breaking all city and state speed limits—to a beautiful table set with their best china, and candles lit. His wife, Tina, had prepared an exquisite meal, including his favorite dishes. Immediately he figured someone from the office tipped her off!

Next to his plate Andrew found a beautiful lettered note. It was from his wife. It read: “Congratulations, my love! I knew you’d get the raise! I prepared this dinner to show just how much I love you. I am so proud of your accomplishments!” He read it and stopped to reflect on how sensitive and caring Tina was.

After dinner, Andrew was on his way to the kitchen to get dessert and he observed that a second card had slipped out of Tina’s pocket on to the ceramic floor. He bent forward to retrieve it. He read: “Don’t worry about not getting the raise! You deserve it anyway! You are a wonderful provider and I prepared this dinner to show you just how much I love you even though you did not get the increase.”

Suddenly tears swelled in Andrew’s eyes. Total acceptance! Tina’s support for him was not conditional upon his success at work.

The fear of rejection is often softened when we know someone loves us regardless of our success or failure. In my experience as a pastor, the strongest encouragement I receive is from the love of our heavenly Father. As long as I am faithful to do my best, God stands behind me no matter what happens. He will not condemn me for my mistakes or failures.

Quite the opposite! He heals my wounds and enables me to make another run for it in the very area where I experience defeat. Another display of the Lord’s acceptance is when He touches me through positive support from my wife.

We can undergo almost any setback or rejection if we know someone else loves us. The first place to start? Begin by discovering the unconditional mercy and compassion of our loving heavenly Father as shown in the gift of His Son Jesus. “We love because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19 NIV).—Story adapted by Louis Lapides


Love is action

I took my daughter, Helen (eight years old), and son, Brandon (five years old), to the Cloverleaf Mall in Hattiesburg to do a little shopping. As we drove up, we spotted a Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler parked with a big sign on it that said “Petting Zoo.” The kids jumped up in a rush and asked, “Daddy, Daddy. Can we go? Please. Please. Can we go?”

“Sure,” I said, flipping them both a quarter before walking into Sears. They bolted away and I felt free to take my time looking for a scroll saw. A petting zoo consists of a portable fence erected in the mall with about six inches of sawdust and a hundred little furry baby animals of all kinds. Kids pay their money and stay in the enclosure enraptured with the squirmy little critters while their moms and dads shop.

A few minutes later, I turned around and saw Helen walking along behind me. I was shocked to see she preferred the hardware department to the petting zoo. Plus, I thought the children had to wait till the parents came to pick them up. I bent down and asked what was wrong.

She looked up at me with those giant limpid brown eyes and said sadly, “Well, Daddy, it cost fifty cents. So, I gave Brandon my quarter.” Then she said the most beautiful thing I ever heard. She repeated the family motto: “Love is action!”

She had given Brandon her quarter, and no one loves cuddly furry creatures more than Helen. She had watched both me and my wife do and say “Love is action!” for years around the house. She had heard and seen “Love is action,” and now she had incorporated it into her little lifestyle. It had become part of her.

What do you think I did? Well, not what you might think. First, we went back to the petting zoo, since Brandon was by himself. We stood by the fence and watched Brandon go crazy petting and feeding the animals. Helen stood with her hands and chin resting on the fence and just watched Brandon. I had fifty cents burning a hole in my pocket; I never offered it to Helen, and she never asked for it.

Because she knew the whole family motto. It’s not “Love is action.” It’s “Love is SACRIFICIAL action!” Love always pays a price. Love always costs something. Love is expensive. When you love, benefits accrue to another’s account. Love is for you, not for me. Love gives; it doesn’t grab. Helen gave her quarter to Brandon and wanted to follow through with her lesson. … She wanted to experience that total family motto. Love is sacrificial action.—Dave Simmons, “Dad, The Family Coach”


Do it now!

In a class I teach for adults, I recently did the “unpardonable.” I gave the class homework! The assignment was to “go to someone you love within the next week and tell them you love them. It has to be someone you have never said those words to before or at least haven’t shared those words with for a long time.”

Now that doesn’t sound like a very tough assignment, until you stop to realize that most of the men in that group were over 35 and were raised in the generation of men that were taught that expressing emotions is not “macho.” Showing feelings or crying (heaven forbid!) was just not done. So this was a very threatening assignment for some.

At the beginning of our next class, I asked if someone wanted to share what happened when they told someone they loved them. I fully expected one of the women to volunteer, as was usually the case, but on this evening one of the men raised his hand. He appeared quite moved and a bit shaken.

As he unfolded out of his chair (all 6’2” of him), he began by saying, “Dennis, I was quite angry with you last week when you gave us this assignment. I didn’t feel that I had anyone to say those words to, and besides, who were you to tell me to do something that personal? But as I began driving home, my conscience started talking to me. It was telling me that I knew exactly who I needed to say ‘I love you’ to. You see, five years ago, my father and I had a vicious disagreement and really never resolved it since that time. We avoided seeing each other unless we absolutely had to at Christmas or other family gatherings. But even then, we hardly spoke to each other. So, last Tuesday by the time I got home I had convinced myself I was going to tell my father I loved him.

“It’s weird, but just making that decision seemed to lift a heavy load off my chest.

“When I got home, I rushed into the house to tell my wife what I was going to do. She was already in bed, but I woke her up anyway. When I told her, she didn’t just get out of bed, she catapulted out and hugged my neck, and for the first time in our married life she saw me cry. We stayed up half the night drinking coffee and talking. It was great!

“The next morning I was up bright and early. I was so excited I could hardly sleep. I got to the office early and accomplished more in two hours than I had the whole day before.

“At 9:00 I called my dad to see if I could come over after work. When he answered the phone, I just said, ‘Dad, can I come over after work tonight? I have something to tell you.’ My dad responded with a grumpy, ‘Now what?’ I assured him it wouldn’t take long, so he finally agreed.

“At 5:30, I was at my parents’ house ringing the doorbell, praying that Dad would answer the door. I was afraid if Mom answered that I would chicken out and tell her instead. But as luck would have it, Dad did answer the door.

“I didn’t waste any time—I took one step in the door and said, ‘Dad, I just came over to tell you that I love you.’

“It was as if a transformation came over my dad. Before my eyes his face softened, the wrinkles seemed to disappear, and he began to cry. He reached out and hugged me and said, ‘I love you too, son, but I’ve never been able to say it.’

“It was such a precious moment I didn’t want to move. Mom walked by with tears in her eyes. I just waved and blew her a kiss. Dad and I hugged for a moment longer and then I left. I hadn’t felt that great in a long time.

“But that’s not even my point. Two days after that visit, my dad, who had heart problems, but didn’t tell me, had an attack and ended up in the hospital, unconscious. I don’t know if he’ll make it.

“So my message to all of you in this is: Don’t wait to do the things you know need to be done. What if I had waited to tell my dad—maybe I will never get the chance again! Take the time to do what you need to do and do it now!”—By Dennis E. Mannering

Três Histórias sobre o Amor

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Entre a espada e o amor de Deus

Quando Andrew finalmente ficou pronto para ir trabalhar naquela sexta de manhã, avisou à esposa que decidira pedir um aumento. Passou o dia nervoso e apreensivo pensando na reação do patrão. E se o Sr. Larchmont recusasse o pedido? Andrew se esforçara bastante nos últimos 18 meses e conseguira ótimos clientes para a agência de publicidade onde trabalhava, a Braer and Hopkins. Logicamente merecia um aumento.

Ele tremia só em pensar em entrar no escritório do Sr. Larchmont. Já no final do expediente, conseguiu reunir coragem para abordar o chefe. Que surpresa e alegria! O tão “mão fechada” Harvey Larchmont concordou com o aumento!

Ao chegar em casa aquela noite—depois de ultrapassar o limite de velocidade municipal e estadual— Andrew se deparou com uma mesa lindamente posta, com o melhor jogo de pratos do casal e velas. Logo achou que alguém do escritório avisara sua esposa!

Ao lado do prato, Andrew encontrou um lindo bilhete escrito à mão. A esposa dizia: “Parabéns, querido! Eu sabia que você conseguiria um aumento! Preparei este jantar para mostrar meu grande amor por você. Estou orgulhosa das suas conquistas!” Leu e parou um pouco para refletir na sensibilidade e carinho de Tina.

Após o jantar, quando ia buscar a sobremesa na cozinha, reparou que cartão caíra do bolso de Tina. Pegou e leu: “Não se preocupe! Você merecia o aumento! E você é um maravilhoso provedor. Preparei este jantar para mostrar quanto o amo — apesar de você não poder contar com um aumento de salário.”

Seus olhos se encheram de lágrimas. Aquilo era aceitação total e incondicional! O apoio de Tina não dependia do seu sucesso no trabalho.

O medo da rejeição muitas vezes é amenizado quando sabemos que alguém nos ama independentemente do nosso sucesso ou fracasso.

Em minha experiência como pastor, meu maior encorajamento é saber que o Pai me ama. Contanto que eu seja fiel a Ele e faça o melhor que posso, Deus me apoia não importa o que aconteça. Ele não vai me condenar por meus erros ou fracassos. Muito pelo contrário! O Senhor cura minhas feridas e me capacita para uma nova tentativa exatamente onde sofri derrota. Outra demonstração da Sua aceitação e presença em minha vida é o apoio que recebo de minha esposa.

É possível superar praticamente qualquer revés ou rejeição, quando sabemos que alguém nos ama. O ponto inicial é descobrir a misericórdia e a compaixão incondicionais do nosso amoroso Pai, evidenciadas no presente que nos deu por meio de Seu Filho Jesus. “Nós O amamos porque Ele nos amou primeiro” (1 João 4:19 NVI).—História adaptada por Louis Lapides


O Amor Faz a Gente Agir

Levei meus filhos, Helen (oito anos) e Brandon (cinco anos) ao shopping Cloverleaf em Hattiesburg para umas comprinhas. Lá chegando, vimos no estacionamento uma carreta imensa com um cartaz igualmente imenso: “Fazendinha”. As crianças ficaram agitadas pedindo: “Podemos ir, papai? Por favor, pai. Podemos ir?” “Claro” respondi, dando uma moeda de 25 centavos para cada um. Saíram em disparada e me senti livre para procurar o serrote que precisava. A “fazendinha” consiste de um espaço cercado dentro do shopping, com uma boa camada de serragem e um monte de animaizinhos peludos e fofinhos. As crianças pagam para entrar e podem ficar brincando com os bichinhos enquanto os pais fazem compras no shopping.

Alguns minutos depois virei e vi Helen me acompanhando. Fiquei chocado! Ela preferiu ver ferramentas a fazer carinho nos bichinhos. Além do mais, eu achava que as crianças tinham de ficar esperando até os pais irem buscá-las. Inclinei-me e perguntei o que tinha acontecido.

Ela olhou para cima com aqueles olhos castanhos enormes e explicou: “Custava 50 centavos, pai, então dei minha moeda para o Brandon.” E completou com a coisa mais linda que já ouvi. Ela repetiu o lema da nossa família: “O amor faz a gente agir!”

Ela, a maior fã de animaizinhos peludos, tinha dado sua moeda para o irmão menor! Depois de anos ouvindo minha esposa e eu dizer que “o amor faz a gente agir”, assimilara o princípio e o pôs em prática.

O que acham que eu fiz? Bem, não o que talvez pensem. Primeiro, voltamos à fazendinha, já que Brandon havia ficado sozinho. Ficamos do lado de fora da cerca observando Brandon correr de um lado para ao outro fazendo carinho e dando comida para os animais. Helen ficou em pé com as mãos e o queixo apoiados na cerca só olhando o irmão.

Eu tinha cinquenta centavos ardendo dentro do bolso da calça. Mas não os ofereci para Helen, nem ela pediu. Porque conhecia o lema completo da família: “Amor faz a gente agir e se SACRIFICAR pelos outros!” Amar sempre custa, sempre tem um preço e é caro. Quando amamos, os outros recebem os benefícios. O amor é para você, não para mim. O amor se doa, não tira dos outros. Helen deu sua moeda para Brandon e queria viver a lição de forma plena... Queria vivenciar o lema completo da nossa família. Amor faz a gente agir e se sacrificar pelos outros. —Dave Simmons, “Dad, The Family Coach”


Faça Agora!

Recentemente, em uma aula para adultos, fiz algo “imperdoável”: passei um “dever de casa”. Na semana seguinte, cada um tinha de “procurar alguém que amava e expressar o amor por palavras”. Tinha de ser alguém para quem nunca tivesse dito “eu te amo”, ou para quem não o dizia havia muito tempo.

Não parece uma tarefa muito difícil, exceto que a maioria das pessoas no grupo era de homens com mais de 35 anos e, da maneira que foram criados, expressar emoções não é atitude de “macho”. Mostrar sentimentos ou chorar (Deus nos livre de tal coisa!) era algo que não se fazia. Em outras palavras, tratava-se de uma tarefa nada fácil para alguns.

No início da aula seguinte, perguntei se alguém queria contar o que tinha acontecido quando disse que amava a outra pessoa. Esperava que uma das mulheres se oferecesse para contar, como sempre acontecia. Mas naquela noite foi um dos homens quem levantou a mão primeiro e parecia comovido.

Levantando-se da poltrona (um grandalhão de quase dois metros), disse:

“Dennis, fiquei muito zangado com você a semana passada quando nos deu essa tarefa. No princípio achei que não tinha para quem dizer ‘eu te amo’. Além do mais, quem é você para me mandar fazer algo de caráter tão pessoal? Mas na volta para a casa, minha consciência começou a se manifestar, mostrando exatamente para quem eu devia dizer essas palavras. Há cinco anos, tive uma desavença com meu pai e nunca resolvemos a situação. Os encontros eram raros, só aconteciam quando era inevitável, como no Natal ou em algumas reuniões de família. E mesmo assim, mal nos falávamos. Por isso, na terça-feira passada, quando cheguei em casa, estava determinado a dizer a ele que o amava.

“É estranho, mas só de tomar essa decisão eu me senti mais leve. Entrei correndo em casa e contei para a minha esposa o que ia fazer. Ela já estava deitada, mas a acordei. Ela não se levantou, mas saltou da cama e me deu um abraço. E pela primeira vez ela me viu chorar. Ficamos acordados até de madrugada tomando café e conversando. Foi ótimo!

“Levantei-me cedo feliz da vida. A empolgação foi tanta que nem conseguira dormir muito. Cheguei cedo ao escritório e realizei mais em duas horas do que no dia anterior inteiro.

“Às nove, liguei para meu pai para perguntar se podia passar em sua casa depois do serviço. Quando ele atendeu ao telefone, fui logo ao assunto: ‘Pai, posso passar aí depois do serviço esta noite? Preciso lhe dizer algo.’ Respondeu resmungando: ‘O que foi agora?’ Depois que garanti que seria rápido, concordou em me receber.

“Às 5:30 em ponto eu estava tocando a campainha na casa dos meus pais, orando para que ele atendesse à porta. Receava que se fosse minha mãe eu me acovardasse e dissesse ‘eu te amo’ para ela. Mas, felizmente, foi ele que veio até à porta.

“Fui logo ao assunto. Dei um passo para dentro da casa e disse: ‘Pai, só dei uma passada rápida para lhe dizer que amo o senhor’.

“Ele se transformou em outra pessoa. No mesmo instante o seu olhar ficou meigo, suas rugas pareciam ter desaparecido e ele começou a chorar. Abriu os braços, me abraçou e disse: ‘Eu também te amo, filho. Mas nunca consegui dizer isso’.

“Foi um momento único. Eu não queria me mexer. Minha mãe se aproximou com os olhos marejados. Só abanei a mão e joguei um beijo. Papai e eu ficamos ali abraçados mais um pouco e então fui para casa. Fazia muito tempo não me sentia tão bem!

“Mas essa nem é a questão. Dois dias depois da minha visita, meu pai, que era cardíaco, mas nunca me dissera, teve um infarto e foi internado. Não sabemos se ele vai sair dessa.

“Por isso, a minha mensagem para todos é: Não deixe para amanhã o que sabe que deve fazer hoje. E se eu tivesse esperado para dizer ‘eu te amo’ para o meu pai? Talvez nunca mais vá ter essa chance! Faça o que precisa fazer, e faça agora!” — Dennis E. Mannering

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