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I have no compassion for she who tries to find happiness by buying bigger and better things.
I have no tolerance for he who won’t work but expects handouts.
I have no empathy for she who continues to make poor choices and then complains about the results.
I have no sensitivity for a “woe is me” attitude from he who wallows in self-pity.
I have no mercy for she who travels on extravagant vacations, yet complains she can’t afford activities for her children.
I have no pity for a man who complains of a strained relationship with his son, yet sits the kid in front of the TV every time they’re together.
Jesus says, “My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”
It’s simple to love the poor.
It’s simple to find compassion for those who’ve lost jobs with dwindling funds.
It’s simple to help single parents doing the work of two every day.
It’s simple to love the sick and frail.
It’s simple to sit with the elderly when they’re lonely.
It’s simple to stand with those being persecuted.
Basically, it’s easy for me to show the love of Jesus to those whom I think deserve it.
Jesus, couldn’t you have made the “love each other” thing a request instead of a command? How do I let go of the anger I feel toward the self-righteous, the self-pitied, the self-absorbed?
I’ve been fighting for years to find the nature of a servant, yet I still can’t grasp unconditional compassion for most of those around me.
I see the irony. I need compassion most when I’m
Instead of wrapping myself in rage, I wish I were compelled to pray these words in Psalm 9:
The Lord reigns forever; he has established his throne for judgment. He rules the world in righteousness and judges the peoples with equity. The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you.
It’s either pray or move alone to Antarctica so no one bothers me again.
It could happen.