It is said that during Napoleon's invasion of Russia, his troops were
battling in the middle of yet another small town in that endless wintry
land, and Napoleon 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 anyone.
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