Greetings Dear Reader,
I think about this so much.
There is potential here that too often goes unrealized. By unrealized I do mean that we miss the
opportunity to make compassion real. When
confronted with a moment where we can act we instead do not.
Recently I went to one of the local eateries I
frequent. I was not doing the best and
simply wanted a hot meal with no prep and no dishes. I wanted to get lost in a crowd and do a
little private writing to work out some inner turmoil.
I had a couple of hours to use for this. I ordered my meal and opened my tablet to
give the impression that I was lost in what was on the screen. Things were slow at the diner so my food came
quickly enough. With it came the
waitress wanting to talk.
For the first time in years of frequenting this wonderful
place the waitress sat down at my table.
She wanted to talk about her ailing mum.
She dove right in completely ignoring my attempts to be aloof and feign
distraction.
Her need and my heart seemed determined to set aside my
needs and worries. I listened whilst my
grilled cheese and soup grew cold. She
talked and cried. Twenty minutes later
she excused herself to fix her eye liner and tend to other duties. When she returned with fresh Diet Coke for me
she was smiling and her usual chipper self.
She leaned over and whispered, “I was hoping you would come
in today. Thank you for listening. I
knew you would listen and understand.”
She and I have never had a serious conversation before this
one. We are not friends in the true sense of the
word. In that moment, however, God
pushed aside my own desire and intervened in someone else’s life.
He used my past pattern of kindness and compassion to make a
difference. I did not really do anything
but sit and listen. Instead of my
solitude I had unwanted company and compassion took over. It is compassion that can make the difference
in people’s lives. It always costs us
something to risk compassion but it is vital to representing who Christ is. “…and for some, have compassion, making the difference.”
Don’t Tell Them Jesus Loves Them –
Steve Camp
Oh, the suffering souls
Crying out for love
In a world that seldom cares
See the hungry hearts
Longing to be filled
With much more than our prayers
And a young girl sells herself on Seventh Avenue
And you hear her crying out for help
My God! What will we do?
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
Till your heart breaks from their sorrow
And the pain they're going through
With a life full of compassion
May we do what we must do?
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
All the desperate men
Are we reaching for the souls,
That are sinking down sin?
Oh, cry for the church
We've lost our passion for the lost
And there are billions left to win
And another 40,000 children starved to death today
Would we risk all we have
To see one of them saved!?!
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
Till your heart breaks from their sorrow
And the pain they're going through
With a life full of compassion
May we do what we must do?
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
Why have we waited so long
To show them Jesus lives
To share salvation's song!
Why have our hearts become so proud
That we fail to see
To love them is to love God!
And a young girl sells herself on Seventh Avenue
Hear her crying out for help
What will we do?
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
Till your heart breaks from their sorrow
And the pain they're going through
With a life full of compassion
May we do what we must do?
Don't tell them Jesus loves them
Till you're ready to love them too!
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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