|Section 8: Anointed Assignment, Article 8
“The Spirit of Yehuveh Elohim is upon me;
because Yehuveh hath anointed me . . .
to comfort all that mourn;
to appoint unto them that mourn in Zion,
to give unto them beauty for ashes,
the oil of joy for mourning,
the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.”
|ar to one side of the large waiting room I sat alone sobbing quietly but uncontrollably, silently praying. The one I loved more than anyone else in the world was extremely ill and I was helpless to do anything for him. A half roll of toilet paper for tissue and the Scriptures which lay open to Isaiah 49-50 on my|
|knees were my only solace. In spite of the forty or fifty people who shared the room, I was alone. At times I’d manage to read a few comforting words between my tears and regain composure, “Thus saith Yehuveh, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee.” Then the present uncertainties would flood over me and I’d began to cry all over again. Occasionally I’d look up and see someone watching me with sympathetic concern, but still I sat alone. Isaiah 49:8.
My face buried in my hands, sobbing and praying for my beloved, I was startled by a light touch on my hand. I looked up into the sweet face of a little Mexican child of about eight, a slightly built girl with jet black hair and beautiful eyes. She spoke no English so said nothing to me, but with impulsive tenderness she put both her arms around my neck, pulled my head close to her shoulder and held me with a security far beyond her years. Gently patting my back, she held me like that for seven or eight minutes, never once releasing her warm embrace. She was an angel. Assurance and peace and rest flowed from her small body into my very soul. I relaxed and a sense of gladness engulfed me and brought the first calm I had known in many hours.
When finally I was quieted, this angel child gave me an extra tight squeeze and released me. I looked into her young face and smiled. With that innocence only a child can possess, she smiled warmly at me, then walked away as quietly as she had come. I sat blissful and astonished for several moments before I looked up to see her father and mother smiling at me with the same tender sympathy they had so powerfully instilled into their small daughter. I thanked them silently as my lips formed the few Spanish words I knew, “Gracias. Muchas gracias!”
To Comfort All that Mourn
Comforting “all that mourn” is heart-to-heart work. Your heart must feel the pain of another. True comfort is very rarely a matter of words, and when words are needed, Yehuveh will always provide: “Yehuveh Elohim hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary.” “I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him, . . . and I will heal him.” “Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say.” To comfort a breaking heart, as this small child did for me, is truly Yehuveh’s gift. He gives the motive, the method, and the words. Isaiah 50:4; 57:19; Exodus 4:11.
Originally Written: 2 October 2005
Latest Update: 10 January 2010
Complete Study Guide to Article 8
How Does Yehuveh Comfort Us? Beauty for Ashes The Oil of Joy for Mourning
The Garment of Praise
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