This past week I have felt God working in my life in the area of compassion.
I’ve been listening to the new testament for the past few days and over the course of the gospels quite a few times it mentions how Jesus was moved with or had compassion.
Matthew 9:36, 14:14, 15:32, 20:34; Mark 1:41, 6:34, 8:2, 9:22; Luke 1:78, 7:13
It is amazing how God works in your life and reveals stuff to you in greater depths than ever before.
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As I kept hearing compassion come up I started to ask myself, if Jesus, our savior, the one we are to exemplify in our lives showed compassion, and had compassion on all people, how much more am I to demonstrate compassion.
Before I dive in deeper, here is what google says about compassion:
noun: compassion; plural noun: compassions
sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others.
“the victims should be treated with compassion”
synonyms: pity, sympathy, empathy, fellow feeling, care, concern, solicitude, sensitivity, warmth, love, tenderness, mercy, leniency, tolerance, kindness, humanity, charity
“have you no compassion for a fellow human being?”
antonyms: indifference, cruelty
Compassion from the Latin, compassio.
When Jesus was moved with compassion, He fed people, He healed people, He taught people. Jesus cared for others.
The hard part is when I look at my own life.
I can compare myself to “Mr. I hate the world” over there and think I’m pretty good.
Or I can look at the true standard, comparing myself to Christ, and realize how selfish, inconsiderate, evil, and downright mean of a person I can be.
Option A always looks more appealing.
Alas, that isn’t what I’m focusing on though.
No this week has been a reflection on my own life and the areas where I need to improve in one category alone: compassion.
Why compassion? I honestly don’t know why God chose it for this week but I’m sure I’ll find out eventually.
Until then let me throw my hot air in your direction.
For me the struggle is realizing how incompassionate ? uncompassionate ? (neither one of those is coming up as a word but it feels like one of them should) I have become.
The exact reasons have escaped me but I have narrowed down some reasons to why I now struggle with compassion.
1. I grew up in a big city.
> What does that have to do with anything you ask? Well when you cram nearly 15 million people into a small area you’re bound to see new levels of social classes unlike you would find in a small town.
What I was sheltered from was how bad sometimes people had it.
When you see the poor around you everyday, and you can’t help them all, eventually you can become calloused to it.
2. I watched too many crime shows.
> Anyone who watches any crime shows learns pretty quickly that there are some sick people out there. If you start to say, “well that is all fake on TV” you’re right…. but some nut case was psychotic enough to think of it. Which means its out there.
3. I am stubborn.
> This is a hard one for me. I am stubborn and often don’t want to get out of my comfort zone. I’d rather keep myself in my cozy blanket of “protection” and I scream, kick, and holler when something tries to change it.
I didn’t think about compassion being an issue until I started asking myself how I have demonstrated compassion in my life over the years.
Many times I can count where I have demonstrated compassion.
Correction: Many times I can count where I
have haven’t demonstrated compassion.
From times I could have volunteered, to times wasted putting my face away from those suffering, to even times when I had the opportunity to do life changing work and experience, and I refused.
Its intimidating to deal with issues you’re not comfortable with or even a be too proud to deal with.
Sadly I can think of many times where I knew. I KNEW. that God was moving in my heart to do something out of compassion… and I refused to move.
I know of several times where I would be enraged by God’s movement of compassion through others because it affected me.
All I can say now is I have regret from those. I was stupid. I was naive. And I wish i could fix it.
I’m not one to believe that once you are saved you’re automatically perfect and never struggle. Cause that is absurd. Like everything it’s not built over night. It is built and trained in time.
With Jesus as my example I’m hoping to learn to show compassion to those around me.
Whether it be compassion on the lost, hungry, tired, weak, lonely, or the sick I hope that God will give me His spirit to follow through and do something about it.
Do you feel the pull to be more compassionate as Christ was compassionate?