I read an article today on a new “Illuminated Bible” you may read it here: http://www.breakpoint.org/listingarticle.asp?ID=11831

False teachers have been around for centuries, so I’m not sure why I’m so amazed that some people go so far to push their own agenda and have the audacity to call it a bible. This “bible” is actually a magazine, so I guess its “good news” or message will be ever changing.

2 Peter 2:1-3 But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them – bringing swift destruction on themselves. Many will follow their shameful ways and will bring the way of truth into disrepute. In their greed these teachers will exploit you with stories they have made up. Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping.

What troubles me about the magazine is so many young people today follow celebrities and political figures. If a person is not grounded in the truth it can be an easy task to lead them astray. A solid foundation can not be built in half-truths. These individuals are preaching themselves, not Jesus Christ.

There are many warnings in the bible about the choices we make and who we should be following.

Luke 13:24-27 “Make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to. Once the owner of the house gets up and closes the door, you will stand outside knocking and pleading, ‘Sir, open the door for us.’ “But he will answer, ‘I don’t know you or where you come from.’  “Then you will say, ‘We ate and drank with you, and you taught in our streets.’  “But he will reply, ‘I don’t know you or where you come from. Away from me, all you evildoers!’

Consider the fruit one is producing before you hitch to their wagon. Matt 7:16-17 By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? Be like the Bereans in Acts 17:11, examine the scriptures daily to know you are receiving the truth, not something counterfeit, and not something one-sided.

Read your bible…know the one you believe in.2 Tim 1:12

Matt 7:21-22 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.

2 Cor 6:1, 2 As God’s fellow workers we urge you not to receive God’s grace in vain. For he says, “In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you.” I tell you, now is the time of God’s favor, now is the day of salvation.  (Quote from Isa 49:8)

What does it mean to “receive God’s grace in vain?”  If I understand correctly, it is to receive it in emptiness, or treat it as something worthless.

We are urged daily by the media, to toss God and his teachings aside, to treat them as “stories” rather than truths.

We are living in a time in which worldly men, servants of Satan, want to take away our religious freedoms. Laws are passed daily “legalizing” sin. Lies flow freely and unashamedly from the lips of our governmental “leaders”. We are encouraged to openly embrace sin.  We are asked to toss aside God’s truth and conform to the world. Notice in the first verse of 2 Cor. 6, he reminds the Corinthians they are God’s fellow workers. That same exhortation applies to us. Certain ones would rather have us be “politically correct” in sin, rather than remain faithful to God.

A number are already facing hardships and trials, loss of homes, jobs and savings. We are likely to face more “injustices” due to corrupt leaders. 1 Peter 4:16-18 However, if you suffer as a Christian, do not be ashamed, but praise God that you bear that name. For it is time for judgment to begin with the family of God; and if it begins with us, what will the outcome be for those who do not obey the gospel of God?

Backing up a bit to…2 Cor 5:14-15 For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.

Paul continues on in 2 Cor 6:14-16 Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? What does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: “I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people.”

My thoughts have wandered…I hope I haven’t left you confused. I am always humbled when I am searching God’s truth. Let us not treat the greatest gift of all as if he has no worth. Allow our voices to cry out, let us not desire “political correctness”, instead desire truth.

Eph 2:8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God-

2 Tim 2:20-21 But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour. If a man therefore purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master’s use, and prepared unto every good work.

 The Chosen Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?
Take me, cried the gold one, I’m shiny and bright,
I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine
And I’ll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.

Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said,
But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.

Author Unknown

It was an ordinary work day for my (then) 65 year old brother Bill, who resides with his wife Beth, in rural Bastrop County, Texas. Neighbors are far between. He raises a few goats, and enjoys putting in a garden. There are always projects to be done on their many acres, mending fences, repairing equipment, etc.

It was June of 07 and Bill was out mowing. Beth was inside; she looked out the kitchen window to see Bill off the mower, arms flailing in the air, yelling for help. Beth jumped into action, not realizing what was happening. As she approached Bill she felt stings on her head, neck and arms, and to her horror she realized they were being attacked by bees. Bill was already covered, with what looked like globs of brown moving fuzz. His glasses had been knocked to the ground in his efforts to knock the nearly one inch bees from his face. He was practically covered with bees by the time Beth reached him and she was also being covered. He grabs a water hose and tries to spray her down; the pressure was too weak to do any good.

By this time both of them are on the ground. Beth manages to crawl to the pickup and calls 911 from her cell phone as her mouth and nose are being filled with bees. Bill is on the brink of losing consciousness. The emergency operator dispatches help. My brother stumbles toward the driveway, passes out and hits his head on the cement; blood is seeping from his wound. Beth tries in vain to protect him as he lays unconscious and the bees continue attacking her.

After what seems like an eternity the ambulance arrives, an EMT gets out and the bees immediately began attacking him, stinging him 22 times before he makes it back into the ambulance. Beth stares in disbelief as she watches the ambulance back down the driveway, in her shock she surmises they are being left to die. Then she realizes the ambulance is making way for the fire truck. The fireman sprint into action, with hoses pointed on my brother and sister-in law, from about 4 feet away, the fireman turns the water on. The pressure is so great it rolls them around on the ground and it begins killing the bees.  Covered in grass and mud Beth is able to climb into the ambulance, Bill is unable to walk and is carried into the ambulance. Both are seriously injured and in shock. The ambulance drives to an open area and they are transferred to a StarFlight helicopter.

My brother is in a semiconscious state, he’s confused and the noise of the rotor agitates him, he becomes combative thinking the bees are still stinging him. He has 12 stingers embedded in his eyelids. The EMT’s are trying to calm him down and start an IV.

Their bodies are beginning to swell immensely from the many stings. They are transported to Brackenridge Hospital. Both are sedated, their clothing had to be cut off, and for the next several hours, doctors and nurses fill three cups-one each of whole bees and broken bee bodies combed out of their hair and clothes, and a third with nearly 1000 stingers from their skin. Each of them suffered over a thousand stings.

My sister-in-law was hospitalized several days and my brother for several weeks.

It was later determined that as Bill was mowing, the rear wheels of the riding mower would bump a hollowed out log. Inside the log was a hive of Africanized Bees. After a couple of passes with the mower, the bees began attacking. He was not aware of the hive. Several weeks later the hive was located and destroyed by firefighters.

I can’t even imagine the pain and trauma they experienced that day. I know people from all over the United States were praying for them and God answered our prayers.

I will put a post on Bee Safety with this article.

Bee Safety

The best safety advice is to avoid an encounter with unfriendly Africanized Bees. Be alert for danger. Remember that AHB sting to defend their colony, so be on the look out for honey bee swarms and colonies.

• Be alert for bees coming in and out of an opening such as a crack in a wall, or the hole in a utility box.
• Listen for the hum of an active bee colony.
• Look for bees in holes in the ground, holes in trees or cacti, and in sheds.
• Be extra careful when moving junk that has been lying around.
• Be alert for bees that are acting strangely. Quite often bees will display some preliminary defensive behavior before going into a full-fledged attack.
• When you are outdoors, in a rural area, a park or wilderness reserve, be aware of your surroundings and keep an eye out for bees the way you would watch out for snakes and other natural dangers.

Don’t panic at the sight of a few bees foraging in the flowers. Bees are generally very docile as they go about their normal activities.

Bee Prepared

As the number of Africanized bee colonies increases in an area, so, too, does the likelihood of human and animal encounters with them. Serious human injury can be avoided if the habits of Africanized bees are learned and precautions taken.

• Wear light-colored clothing. Bees tend to attack dark things. Dark clothing, dark hair, any thing dark in color could draw the animus of AHB.
• Bees are sensitive to odors, both pleasant and unpleasant. The smell of newly cut grass has been shown to disturb honey bees. Avoid wearing floral or citrus aftershaves or perfume.
• Check your house and yard at least once a month to see if there are any signs of bees taking up residence. If you do find a swarm or colony, leave it be and keep family and pets away. Find a pest control company or a local beekeeper to solve the problem.
• To help prevent honey bees from building a colony in your house or yard, fill all cracks and crevices in walls with steel wool and caulk. Remove piles of refuse, honey bees will nest in an old soda can or an overturned flower pot. Fill holes in the ground.

Bee Attack

Obviously, it is best to avoid contact with Africanized Honey Bees. But if contact becomes unavoidable, it is important to know what to do. Bees target the head, and nearly all those who suffer serious stinging incidents with Africanized Bees are overcome by stings to the head and face.

The best method of escaping a bee attack is to cover your head and run for shelter.

Any covering for your body, especially for your head and face, will help you escape. A small handkerchief or mosquito net device that fits over the head could easily be carried in a pocket.

If you do not have these, grab a blanket, coat, towel, anything that will give you momentary relief while you look for an avenue of escape. If you have nothing else, pull your shirt up over your face. The stings you may get on your chest and abdomen are far less serious than those to the facial area.

• Try to find shelter as soon as possible. Take refuge in a house, tent or a car with the windows and doors closed.
• DO NOT JUMP INTO WATER! Bees will wait for you to come up for air.
• Once you are away from the bees, evaluate the situation. If you have been stung more than 15 times, or if you are having any symptoms other than local pain and swelling, seek medical attention immediately.
• If you see someone else being stung or think others are in danger, call 911 immediately.
• Remove stingers as soon as possible to lessen the amount of venom entering the body. Scrape stingers off the skin with a blunt instrument or plastic card. Do not remove bee stingers with fingers or tweezers – this only forces toxins into the victim’s body.

AHB Facts

• Are slightly smaller than the European honey bee, but only an expert can tell them apart
• Defend their hive more rapidly than the European honey bee
• Usually sting in greater numbers
• Are less selective about where they nest
• Swarm more often than European honey bees
• Do not have stronger venom than the European honey bee
• Each bee can only sting one time – females die after stinging
• Eat nectar and pollen and make honey

Are not native to the U.S.; they came from Africa

We spent Saturday in Tulsa enjoying our Lancaster Family Reunion. Not everyone was able to join us this year, we missed the ones who were absent and had a GREAT time without them. Just kidding!! Well partially kidding, we really did miss the ones that couldn’t come (y’all know who you are) we still had a wonderful time; it would have been fantastic if everyone could have been there. The oldest attendee was my mom, who is 86 and the youngest; one of Paul and Mary’s boys, who if I’m remembering correctly, is 8.

Hats off to Cousins Rene and Craig and Uncle ‘Hermie’ also affectionately know at the Herminator. We lost our precious Aunt Chris in January. Rene did a beautiful job stepping up filling her mom’s role and cooking some of her famous dishes and the three of them worked hard behind the scenes making sure everyone had a superb time. We ate until our sides hurt, caught up on events of the last year, and played games.

Cousin Farrell and his wife Carol provided us with a magnificent treat. He brought in a projector and 8mm film and showed movies of our families from the 1950′s. Many of the cousins on film were from diaper age to teens. What amusement to see ourselves in “film”, ok…amusement is a bit mild, what gut-busting, side-aching laughter…my favorite was of Cousin Farrell on his 7^th or 8^th birthday. He had on his little Western Shirt and Jeans; his waist adorned with his holster and gun. He was practicing his “quick draw” for the camera. He sauntered toward the camera with a half-grin and whipped out his pistol. We laughed so hard we cried. (It was very precious to me).

Cousin Gary was shown climbing up to the very top of the windmill at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm. He couldn’t have been more than 8 years old. Where were his parents? Oh yeah, I remember now, Uncle Bob was filming him!! E-Yikes!!

Cousin Craig was still in diapers, and his diaper looked like it was about ready to drag the ground. He insists it was only water logged from swimming. Hmmm….

Much of the footage was taken at Grandma and Grandpa Lancaster’s Farm, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Bob’s and Aunt Chris and Uncle Herman’s houses. Our grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings were all captured on the film. It was bittersweet as many of them have passed from this life. The entire day was a blessing.

Farrell and Carol also brought a table full of old photographs taken over the years and let us choose the ones we wanted. What an awesome gift to all of us, thanks again!

My brother Jim and his wife Teresa were able to come from Texas to be with us. They arrived at our house on Friday and had to leave late Sunday afternoon. We had a splendid visit and played Farkel until late Friday evening. We love to play games. Sunday we went to church, returned home to eat lunch, then visited the Skiatook Statuary.

It was a grand weekend. The journey down memory lane jarred long forgotten events from my past. It causes me to pause and reflect on how quickly life passes us by. We enjoyed a glimpse into our past, took pleasure in our present and look onward to our future with great hope.

Philippians 1:3-4 I thank my God every time I remember you.

What is your first memory and how old were you?

I can remember back to the age of three. That was the year my tonsils had to come out, in the doctor’s office no less. My how times have changed! With that occasion came sleeping downstairs in mama and daddy’s room and it also meant eating a lot of ice cream. I also acquired a ‘clown doll’ that year from a gigantic cardboard box in the grocery store and I remember being given the privilege of choosing the one I wanted.

Beyond that, many of my memories are a tangled maze. 

I’m extremely fond of looking at family pictures and trying to remember all the events of when the pictures were taken.

My mom’s long term memory and that of her siblings is amazing. Mom is 86, and one of my uncles is also in his 80′s, two others are in their 70′s. I am awe struck when I listen to the many everyday events they are able to recall, with vivid detail, right down to the dates, their ages, where they lived etc. I never tire of hearing their “memories”.

As I age, days and memories are more precious to me; I appreciate life so much more than when I was younger. I have learned that even though I plan for tomorrow, I’m not promised tomorrow and so I treasure what today gives me. I long to capture each tiny detail of what God places in my path, right now, this very moment, and cherish each blessing as if it’s the last time I will experience it. I have been so guilty of planning for “tomorrow” that I missed all the joys of “today”  Material things are so insignificant to me anymore and I thank God for his truth which frees me from all of the unimportant things of the world that clamor for my time and attention each and everyday. Truth that teaches me and prepares me for an eternal future.

Yesterday we attended Joe’s funeral, we will see him again someday, and until that time we share our memories of him with each other. Joe loved the Lord, and everyone was certain of that. He glorified God daily, by the way he lived his life and that was very evident yesterday by all those who came to show their love for him.

Heb 10:35-38 So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised. For in just a very little while,

“He who is coming will come and will not delay.

 But my righteous one will live by faith.

And if he shrinks back,

I will not be pleased with him.”

What are some deliberate things you did that you knew you weren’t supposed to do, regardless of your age?

 I can think of things I did and I’m not sure I can say why I did all of them. Each circumstance was different. I smoked my first cigarette when I was 12 and I thought it was horrible, I also thought I might choke to death. I drank my first beer (actually, it was Malt Liquor) at 13. I only drank a half a can, and by the time it was empty I don’t remember anything else until the next morning.  I had spent the night with a girlfriend and her boyfriend furnished the beer. It was horrible!

I stole a bra when I was 10 or 11. After much begging, my mom still didn’t think I needed one, kids at school were teasing me though and I was very insecure and embarrassed. I felt so desperate, so scared and so ashamed.

This next one, (I was 11 or 12 and my mom had dropped me off at the skating rink), is the worst and most embarrassing in my mind and I promise you; I did not want to do this. I was at the skating rink and had been skating perhaps 20 minutes. Suddenly I had a very upset stomach. The bathroom was at the very end of the rink and I knew there was positively no way I could make it all the way there, in time… with skates on. I was right next to the desk where I had paid. I had already taken my skates off when I asked the lady if I could walk to the restroom with my socks on. She said “no”. I told her I really needed to go and couldn’t wait; again she refused to let me go. I knew I couldn’t go outside; it was just a big parking lot, besides it was still a little light outside. By this time I’m afraid I’m going to have an awful accident. I could feel the fear welling up inside of me and the golf ball size lump in my throat, I just knew I was going to cry at any moment and my stomach was cramping something horrible. In my desperation I spotted the old pay phone booth, it was all wood, no glass, and no way to see through. Well I wasn’t Super Man, but I slipped into that booth and did the unspeakable; the yellow pages from the phone booth became my “Charmin”. I was scared to death to walk out of that phone booth. I wanted to die from embarrassment and shame, but I HAD to go and absolutely could not wait another second. I just knew when I walked out of that booth there would be all kinds of people ready to pounce on me, perhaps even the police. I slipped quietly to the wooden bench, put my shoes on and got out of there as fast as I could. Before I left though, I looked over at the booth and froze in my tracks…someone had put a big “OUT OF ORDER” sign on the booth and I could see a couple of grownups whispering and looking around. By the time I left it was all the way dark, I walked home in the dark, I’m not sure how far it was, but it was on a very busy street in an industrial area. I expect it was just under 2 miles. My mom wasn’t home and I never told her what happened. I got in trouble for leaving and walking home alone. I lied and told her I felt sick and had to come home. Needless to say I never asked to go skating again and never returned to that skating rink.  That one still bothers me to this day!

I took my mom’s car for a “joy ride” when I was 13. She had a new 55 Chevy; it was pink and grey with a continental kit. I had never driven before. I had ‘steered’ before, and I had always watched my mom drive. I studied how she handled the steering wheel, how she used the brake and pushed her foot down on the accelerator. I was blessed with a good eye on distance and lining things up. (I used to be a bit of a pool shark, played in a few tournaments and placed a few bets with unsuspecting and rather overconfident guys. It was so much fun to beat them). Sorry, I strayed…I’ll save that for another time, and (please remember, all this is the “OLD” me. Thank God, I repented and I’m forgiven). We lived on a very busy S.E. 15^th Street in Oklahoma City at the time. I drove around to the GEX, (I think that’s what it was called). Then to the Skyline Café and then I pulled in the closed gas station pretending to get gas. Yeah…I know now….Dumb and Lame!! At the time I thought I was too cool. I didn’t wreck the car, although I remember going much to fast on the curve to the GEX and that really scared me. I finally told mom about that incident, many, many years later. Let’s just say I was too old to get in trouble for that misdeed by the time I told her. LOL

2 Cor 7:10-11 Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death.

Larry does many “little things” for me. Little to him… enormous to me. He washes the windows for me and he usually does it when he knows I will be gone for a while because he likes to surprise me. He paints my toenails if I ask him to and he even mops. He shakes his head at me when I share these things, and he never ever blows his own trumpet. I love him so much that I have to sing my own praises of him once in a while.

Holds on guys…if you’re going WHAT???  He is not a twig…he is a mighty oak. He is a man of character and integrity. He is a man after God’s heart. He does those things for me because he knows it makes me happy, and believe me he is a 10 + when it comes to making me happy. We will be married 29 years in July and he still makes my heart skip a whole lot of beats.

I’ll tell you what else he does that makes me happy. He prays for me, for our friends and he prays for people he has never met. Have you ever thought about how absolutely awesome it is when someone is praying for you?  That is a real “biggie” to me. Someone talking to God about me or for me. That’s huge! He writes little love notes to me and hides them around the house, sometimes I don’t find them for weeks or months. When I do find them, I feel like a school girl with a crush, giggly and giddy. I could write pages on all the things he does for me and for many others.

Many other little things that touch my heart are: answering the phone and hearing my daughters on the other end, or hearing my grandkids. Cards, phone calls and words of encouragement from friends. Children at church who give me hugs and wet kisses, teens that put their arms around me and say “I love you”. A note of thanks on my mothers day card, not only from my daughter but from my son-in-law too. Surprise pictures sent from my other son-in-law. E-mails from family and friends, both near and far. Text messages from my niece and grandkids.

I’m a bit of a pack-rat and a sentimentalist. That’s a dangerous combination. I have kept cards given to me since I was in the fourth grade. I have saved almost every birthday card, get well card, anniversary card and ‘thinking of you’ card ever sent to me. I have told my husband and kids they can do what they want with them after I’m gone, but until then, I’m hanging on to them. I get them out ever so often and I read them, cry over them (tears of happiness) and I take long walks down memory lane. They still bless me after all these years. I literally have boxes and boxes of cards.

 All of these occasions are not random acts of kindness, often they are deliberate, and they are opportunities put into action. I know from reading the many blogs I visit;  the things you write about are blessing my life and countless others.

I’m recalling these things because it’s easy to overlook deeds of love; it’s easy to take things and people for granted amidst the busyness of life. I shared with you yesterday that we lost a dear friend, and it reminds me how important it is to show those we love how much we love them. Lessons are learned and lessons are taught, in life and in death.

I don’t want to miss this opportunity to say I love you and Thank You to my family and friends. I am so blessed all of you are a part of my life.

What puts a smile on your face? What has someone done for you that is imprinted in you memory?

1 Thess 5:11 Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

God is so amazingly wonderful, about halfway through writing this post the doorbell rang, we were not expecting anyone.  There stood Donnie and Debbie… who moved from our town a couple of years ago. Larry and I were absolutely thrilled to see them. We are still “glowing” from there visit. We love them so much and having them stop to visit truly blessed our day.

Eccl 3:1-4 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance…

I and many of those I love are in a time of weeping and mourning. We are numb, tears overflow our eyes, and our bodies shudder with stifled sobs. We try our best to comfort one another as we sit in disbelief.

Yesterday afternoon, suddenly and unexpectedly, we lost Joe, a great brother, a hero of faith. he had just turned 61 a month ago, recently had his physical and was given a good report. He was painting some interior rooms of his home and he and his wife were preparing a graduation party for a niece in less than a week. At this time we are uncertain what caused his death, perhaps a heart attack.

I ask for your prayers for his wife, children, brother and all of his family and for his family in Christ. We rejoice for him, knowing he is with our Lord, yet we sorrow for our loss. We loved him so very much…..

2 Cor 1:3-4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.