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You Know How it Feels

During Napoleon's invasion of Russia, his troops were
battling in the middle of yet another small town in that
endless wintry land, when he was accidentally separated from
his men. A group of Russian Cossacks spotted him and began
chasing him through the twisting streets. Napoleon ran for
his life and ducked into a little furrier's shop on a side
alley. As Napoleon entered the shop, gasping for breath, he
saw the furrier and cried piteously, "Save me, save me!
Where can I hide?" The furrier said, "Quick, under this big
pile of furs in the corner," and he covered Napoleon up with
many furs.
No sooner had he finished than the Russian Cossacks burst in
the door shouting, "Where is he? We saw him come in."
Despite the furrier's protests, they tore his shop apart
trying to find Napoleon. They poked into the pile of furs
with their swords but didn't find him. Soon, they gave up
and left.
After some time, Napoleon crept out from under the furs,
unharmed, just as Napoleon's personal guards came in the
door. The furrier turned to Napoleon and said timidly,
"Excuse me for asking this question of such a great man, but
what was it like to be under those furs, knowing that the
next moment would surely be your last?"
Napoleon drew himself up to his full height and said to the
furrier indignantly, "How could you ask me, the Emperor
Napoleon, such a question? Guards, take this impudent man
out, blindfold him and execute him. I, myself, will
personally give the command to fire!"
The guards grabbed the furrier, dragged him outside, stood
him against a wall and blindfolded him. The furrier could
see nothing, but he could hear the guards shuffle into line
and prepare their rifles. Then he heard Napoleon clear his
throat and call out, "Ready! Aim!" In that moment, a feeling
he could not describe welled up within him; tears poured
down his cheeks.
Suddenly the blindfold was stripped from his eyes. Although
partially blinded by the sunlight he could see Napoleon's
eyes looking intently into his own -- eyes that seemed to
see every dusty corner of his soul.
Then Napoleon said, "Now you know."
There are some things that simply cannot be described to
you. If you haven't experienced them for yourself, you can't
begin to know the feeling. If you've never sat by the bed of
your father while cancer eats away at his body, you can't
begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had a
spouse walk out the door knowing they will never return, you
can't begin to know what it feels like. If you've never had
to bury a daughter before she was old enough to ride a
bicycle, you can't begin to know what it feels like.
The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what
weighs on your soul. You have friends who try to comfort you
by saying, "I understand," but deep down you know they
don't. They can't. Not without experiencing it for
themselves, and you wouldn't wish that on them.
What that means, though, is that you are in a position to
minister in a special way to people who are suffering the
same thing that you have suffered in the past. God is able
to use your past painful experiences to help others in a way
that no one else can. If you have had to deal with an
alcoholic family member, you are in a position to minister
to others in that situation. If you have suffered the death
of a young child, you are in a position to minister to
others in that situation. If you have raised a child as a
single parent, you are able to minister to others in that
situation.
The list could go on and on. Eventually, I would get to what
you have suffered in the past. It was painful. It was tough
to get through. But having done so, be aware of the
opportunities you now have to be of service to others. You
know exactly how they feel. Let them know that.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the
Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in
all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those
who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we
ourselves are comforted by God." (2 Cor. 1:3-4)
Alan Smith
alansmith@boone.net
www.TFTD-online.com
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