Compassion

We live in a world where compassion is not received, not felt, not expressed, not acknowledged, and not accepted. We walk through our daily lives as if our lives are solely dependent on us; on the “Me-ism,  where it’s all about me, myself and I.  Yeah, yeah I know Beyonce sang a song about this, but she was speaking from a sentiment of being hurt and heartbroken at the one she thought she could trust in love. Yet, she learned that in the end she had no one but herself to give the love that she so desired.

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However, I am talking about human compassion today, where people remember that we need love, we need to feel that when our backs are against the wall that someone, somewhere understands and that someone, somewhere cares, or even that, that someone somewhere could position themselves to reach out and touch, empathize or sympathize. To put aside what it is that they are dealing with or feeling and just come to the soul of the matter; the heart of the matter. I am talking about compassion, good ole fashion compassion, where you put someone else’s needs above yours. For real, for real.

That compassion where you see you have more than enough and you could give those dollars to that person in front of you at the grocery store who’s short; or the compassion that pushes you to go above and beyond, to push yourself that extra mile, not because it is something in it for you to gain, but because you want to represent the better you and leave a deposit with someone that even if they could not repay it the joy was knowing that you represented the walk that God would be pleased with.

I’m reminded of how compassion has been a part of our Christian life, how it has to be a part of who we are as Ephesians reminds us that you have to be kind hearted one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another even as God, for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you (Ephesians 4:32). But we know forgiveness isn’t easy as we will hold a grudge for generations because, wait, we really don’t know why other than we heard that they did this to (someone you know) or because, I’ll dare you do that to me, oh no I will not be the one, who do they think they are? Our hearts are hardened long after offenses have passed.  I mean years past and we still are functioning in the shallow end of a matter, without a cause (any longer) because of what ? Ummm. Don’t know. Notwithstanding anyone’s true encounters, but everything has a shelf life, expiration date. And so should our offenses.

Compassionate because we’re to carry kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness and long suffering. As it states in Colosians 3:12 we have to bear one another’s burdens to fulfill the law of Christ.  But we are quick to say, “It’s not my issue,” or “no better for them, especially if we are mad at them.”  How many times have we done that instead of  putting someone else’s need above our own? When we should begin to think of carrying their load, their burdens. To lift them up when they are going through. To ask yourself what you would expect, then do that thing.

Com (prefix, meaning to bring together, in association with); passion (any powerful or compelling emotion); ate (suffix, possessing, having the appearance of). Today decide that in this life the importance of everyday should be to share, to love, to show compassion, to be better today, than yesterday. To resonate a shadow of compassion everywhere you go. Because in this you will find joy, peace and happiness.

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Compassion

  1. Eliza

    love your thoughts and passion about compassion. its nice to know that there are those like you who seek to spread awareness in this matter and many others as well. blessings love & lights your way ! names Eliza ! this was a pleasure !

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