Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Compassion. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

So Many Times, I Am A Brick



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If you noticed my post from yesterday, you saw that I was frustrated and angry over losing my hard work. I was not enjoying my lap top. At all.

I look back at the incident and have to laugh. My post from yesterday was going to be on perspective. Isn't that funny? I thought I could write something worthwhile on perspective, and when I lost my post to cyberspace... I lost my temper. Not a very good perspective, huh?

I have a feeling I am not the only one that has those type of moments.

I wish I had it all together. Oh, how I wish! But...I don't. I admit it.

I am trying to work on perspective. Two steps forward and one step back. That is the way it always seems to work out. Life is all about the lessons, isn't it? What does God want me to learn today? Am I malleable in the Potter's hand? Or am I stubborn and hard like a brick? Can he gently smooth  my rough edges, or does He need to hammer away at me, until I soften?

Sigh. So many times I am a brick.

I am so grateful that God is patient with me. He is compassionate to me and forgives me, my human frailties.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new EVERY morning; great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Who Gets To Choose?



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Out of sight. Out of mind.

This news story is tragic and it also scares me. This is a current story that is happening to a family in Canada, our neighbor's to the north.

The parents are asking to take their terminally ill baby home, to die. They know he will eventually die...they are not fighting that. They just want him to die at home, and not in some sterile, impersonal hospital.

The courts got involved, and said that the breathing tube must be removed at the hospital and he will die there. I suppose the decision is part of Canada's health care system.

I have a real problem with this. There does not appear to be any compassion in this decision. The little boy is just another tough decision to make. The humanity is lost. Are they removing his tube, and letting him die because it is too expensive to keep him alive? Why does the government get to make that decision? Who are they, to play God?

(One of the family members)"I believe when the medical world doesn't understand a situation, they just want to get rid of it," Samar said. "That's exactly what's happening."

 

 




Monday, April 12, 2010

Seeing With Different Eyes

"Do unto others as you would have done unto you." -- The Golden Rule

"Whatever you have not done for the least of these, you have not done it unto me."---Jesus

Kindness begets kindness.

And the greatest of these is love.....

It's easy to love the lovable. I smile at the lady at the grocery store. I wave at the man who drives his truck down our road. I chat with my friends. People that look an act like me...people that love me back.

God calls me to more than that. So many times there is no real effort on my part to step out of my comfort zone. Sure, I like to think I am a good person. That I go the extra mile for people. But do I? Really?  If I am completely honest with myself, I have to admit that no, I don't. It's difficult. It could be messy at best...and painful at worst. I don't have the time for this. But, that would be a lie. I always make time for what is important to me.

When most people think of prejudice, I believe they think of skin color. But, really there is so much more to prejudice then that. Honestly, skin color is not even on my radar map. That particular thing is not something that I, personally,  have any issue with. And that is the truth. But that is not all there is.

Do I have preconceived notions (prejudices) about the unmarried woman with five kids, all by different fathers? Do I believe Jesus loves her any less than He loves me? What about the young man dressed all in black who looks scary? Did Christ die in his place? Or the man who claims there is no God? Who is angry because his child has to say "one nation under God" at school? Or the woman who buries herself in buying  her "things" because she is empty inside?  And lately, what about the people who disagree with me on politics? How do I treat these people? Do I love them with Christ's love? Or do I show my prejudice? I can't deal with "these" people. They are a mess. I don't want to get "dirty".  I don't care what they think. They're wrong........and with that, my own prejudice echoes back to me. And it isn't pretty.

Yesterday I was convicted about my attitude....about how I need to change my thinking. The lady with five kids? Maybe she is looking for love in all the wrong places, because she's never known the love of her Heavenly Father? Maybe the boy dressed in black is, in his own way, desperately trying to make a statement that he is HERE. "I'm not invisible. Look at me! Please SEE me." The atheist who is fighting against God is a man on a sinking ship...and the One who can rescue him is the One he fights against,  the wealthy woman with all the things in her closet might be the same woman who looks in the mirror and never feels worthy enough....because she looks at herself with the world's eyes, and not with the eyes of her Heavenly Father, who sees her potential, and one for whom He died.

We all live in a fallen world. Life is not easy. There are people that need a friend. A mentor. A confidant. Someone who will share the burden with them. Someone who will look past the facade to see the person. Someone who will take the time to build relationships....and step out of her comfort zone.

Jesus looked on people with compassion. He was never afraid to get dirty. He talked with the highest scholars of his day as well as the shunned of society. He wasn't afraid of tax collectors. Or lepers. Or the disabled. He loved the unlovable. The prostitutes. The possessed. The lonely.

My prayer needs to be, "Lord, help me to see others as you see them. Allow me to be your hands and feet. Love them through me. Amen."