Comforting Words (part 5): The God of All Comfort
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Last time
we explored “Three Reasons To Find Comfort In The Trinity.” Paul writes that
God is to be praised because our God is the Father of mercies and the God of
all comfort (2 Corinthians 1:3) The truth we investigate here is that God
receives praise because of Who He is: The God of all comfort!
The
comfort Jesus received while ministering here on earth is the same comfort Paul
received during his ministry and is the same we receive today because the
Father loves His Son. Listen Zechariah prophesy over his son, John:
“And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High; for
you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways, to give knowledge of salvation
to his people in the forgiveness of their sins, because of the tender mercy of
our God, whereby the sunrise shall visit us from on high to give light to those
who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way
of peace." (Luke 1:76-79).
John’s
life was explained by the Father of Mercy. Did you see it? John will do all these things "because of the tender mercy of our God . . ." Realize also how the first mercy ministry
of the church is connected to the proclamation of the forgiveness of sins found
in Christ.
The tender mercy of our God is really plural, "mercies." They are without number:
The tender mercy of our God is really plural, "mercies." They are without number:
“I will come into Your house in the multitude of Your mercy.” (Ps 5:7)
“Have mercy upon me, O God, According to Your lovingkindness;
According to the multitude of Your tender mercies, Blot out my
transgressions.” (Ps 51:1)
“Yet in Your manifold mercies You did not forsake them in the
wilderness. The pillar of the cloud did not depart from them by day, To lead
them on the road; Nor the pillar of fire by night, To show them light, And the
way they should go.” (Neh 9:19)
God gives
us what we do not deserve. “[Through] the LORD's mercies we are
not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. [They are] new every morning;
Great [is] Your faithfulness.” (Lam 3:22)
I find great comfort to know that His mercy outnumbers, outweighs
my sins.
His mercy explains my life. Does it, yours?
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