Sunday, December 7, 2014


Blessed be God…the God of all comfort; who comforts us in all our tribulation.
II Corinthians 1:4

In the second year of my marriage, I experienced an extraordinary sorrow. Expecting our first child, I was joyfully expectant, full of thoughts and plans for this new, yet- unborn member of our family. Finally I went into labor. As the hours stretched, I sensed something was wrong. Finally, birth came, but there was only deadly silence, no healthy cry of a newborn infant. Our baby boy was not alive. Almost too weak to weep, my spirit ached with an inexpressible hurt. What added to my already aching heart were messages from well-meaning Christians who said, “May it comfort your hearts to realize that this disappointment was in God’s will.” How could this be, when our heavenly father loves us and loves babies? The answer came in an unexpected way that very first night.

I awoke in the night to the sound of other babies crying. I heard the nurses’ footsteps delivering babies to other mothers. I was bypassed. With tears streaming down my face, I suddenly became aware of the presence of a host of angelic beings; my room was full of them, and they were singing:
“He knows it all—
Your tears—how fast they fall;
Your Father knows,
He knows it all.”
As they sang, peace swept over my troubled spirit. In that moment, I realized that my heavenly Father was sorrowing with me. Even as Jesus had wept at the death of his friend Lazarus, he was now touched by my grief. God had not planned this disappointment for us, but being members of the human family, we could not escape its many sorrows. But now in the midst of this sorrow, my heavenly Father was compassionately sharing our sorrow—what comfort and relief these messengers of God brought that night. Yes, God gives songs in the night: I heard them—by heavenly hosts.
Ruth Shira

Prayer: Father God, who weeps with us, thank you for wiping away our tears. Amen.