The 
    Widow Directed to the Widow's God
    
    by John Angell James, 1841
    
    
    PREFACE
    
    
    One of the errands on which the Son of God came from 
    heaven to earth, was to bind up the brokenhearted, and to comfort all who 
    mourn. And during his sojourn upon earth, the tenderest sympathy was one of 
    the virtues which adorned that holy nature, in which dwelt, as in its 
    temple, "all the fullness of the Godhead bodily." Like their Divine Master, 
    the ministers of the gospel ought to be 'sons of consolation', and to 
    perform the functions of a comforter, as well as those of an instructor—for 
    if pure and undefiled religion, as regards the professors of Christianity, 
    consists, in part, of visiting the widow and fatherless in their affliction, 
    how much more incumbent is it on its teachers, to cherish and to manifest 
    the same tenderness of spirit towards this deeply suffering portion of the 
    human family. A group of children gathered round a widowed mother, and 
    sobbing out their sorrows, as she repeats to them, amid many tears, their 
    father's beloved and honored name, is one of those pictures of woe, on which 
    few can look with an unmoistened eye. 
    The Christian widow needs a special message of 
    comfort from her Lord; a voice which speaks to her case alone; a strain of 
    consolation which, in its descriptions and condolence, is appropriate, and 
    exclusively so, to her. As it is the peculiarity of our sorrows which often 
    gives them their depth and pungency, so it is the peculiarity of sympathy 
    also which gives to this cordial for a fainting spirit, its balmy and 
    reviving power. Affliction, like bodily disease, has numerous varieties; 
    and, comfort, like medicine, derives its efficacy from its suitableness to 
    the case. May the present attempt, specially addressed to them, by one who 
    knows by experience, the value of the considerations he submits to others; 
    by one who has been called in time past to weep, and is now trembling and 
    weeping again—be blessed by the God of all consolation, for their comfort.
    The following work is written with great simplicity in 
    sentiment and style—for it would be a mockery of woe to approach it with 
    far-fetched subjects; difficult discussion; cold logic; or artificial 
    rhetoric. The bruised heart loves the gentlest handling, and the troubled 
    spirit is soothed with the simplest music. The soul has no inclination, at 
    such times, and in such circumstances, for anything but the "sincere milk of 
    the word," leaving the strong meat for other and healthier seasons.