Those broken days… I remember vividly the dark cloud that seemed to follow overhead. The headaches, the rain; I can’t seem to forget those sh!tty days.
Being a part of churches so long, I understood how to fake a happy face and that “I’ve got it all together” swagger. Oh, but when they would find out my misery!
I got bible verse after bible verse, because nothing pays an overdue bill like a King James scripture.
I received kind words like it was a prescription. If Miss Joanne saying “It’s gonna get better baby”, or Pastor Joe chiming in “It’s in God’s hands” didn’t solve everything, they wouldn’t hesitate to offer those same kind words at the same time tomorrow; maybe in a double dose.
Unlimited well-wishes and robotic, somewhat programmed, kind phrases are all great… However, they lack realness and seemingly have little sense of reality.
There is something wrong when, once we come into contact with a broken, homeless or hopeless soul, we simply offer a little change or, even worse, a bible tract. Nothing better than a bible tract roasted with my secret marinade!
I don’t think this is the type of compassion Jesus had in mind. The compassion we see exemplified in Jesus’s life was almost intimate.
The Hebrew word for compassion is רחם (racham) and is defined as “to fondle”.
The implications to what real compassion looks like are unfathomable… and kind of dirty.
Compassion now is more personal. Compassion beforehand could have been generalized as giving change, offering help, even pity; all nice gestures, although very impersonal and lack the sort of intimacy we see with the life of Jesus.
The word fondle brings a picture of lovers with a fiery, passionate flame overcoming them… so much so that they can’t keep their hands off the other.
What if this kind of passion was exhibited… a kind of compassion that brings you into a spiritual and mental relationship with that person.
To be continued.
Next Part will be up tomorrow
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