“Store up comfort. This was the prophet’s mission. The world is full of comfortless
hearts, and ere thou are sufficient for this lofty ministry, thou must be trained. And the training is costly in the extreme;
for, to render it perfect, thou too must pass through the same afflictions as are wringing countless hearts of tears and blood.
Thus thy own life becomes the hospital ward where thou are taught the Divine are of comfort. Thou are wounded, that in the
binding up of thy wounds by the Great Physician, thou mayest learn how to render first aid to the wounded everywhere. Dost
thou wonder why thou are passing through some special sorrow? Wait till ten years are passed, and thou wilt find many others
afflicted as thou are. Thou wilt tell them how thou hast suffered and hast been comforted; then as the tale is unfolded,
and the anodynes applied which once thy God wrapped around thee, in the eager look and the gleam of hope that shall chase
the shadow of despair across the soul, thou shalt know why thou was afflicted, and bless God for the discipline that store
thy life with such a fund of experience and helpfulness."
