The past week of festivities unveiled to me a side of me I never thought I’d see.

Looking around the room, I saw the sin in the lives of my kith and kin, leading lives of debauchery and godlessness. I hated it. I hated it so much yet, I felt so paralyzed that I was unable to do anything about it. A sense of apathy and frustration began to well up inside of me, apathy because I believed myself incapable of changing the situation, frustration because I realized there was so much I couldn’t change, in the lives of others, especially in my own. And as pondered this state of events, it dawned upon me. I was never able to exert any influence, because I was never a part of their lives. I guess over the course of my lifetime, I was never really interested in their lives, nor they in mine, and it never bothered me to change the status quo. And perhaps, this mentality extends beyond to every aspect of my relationships with people, never really knew what it was to try to be part of someone’s life, nor allow others to be part of mine. I guess its so when they’re gone, I won’t have to feel anything.

Yet Christ was an integral part of His people’s life. When Lazarus died, it moved him to tears. His rejoiced in the companionship of sinners and tax collectors. He went out of His way, to heal the afflicted, to speak into the life of a mere Samaritan woman. He even brought the drinks to the wedding party.

He showed grace where I only saw sinfulness. And while I do nothing, He had pity on them, and took the ultimate action.

I know not, the compassion of Christ. Father, would you teach me compassion?

 

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