Compassion
I learned some lessons today in compassion. I met with a brand new client (an elderly woman) this morning and felt compelled to ask if I could pray with her. It was kind of funny. I asked, "Are you a praying woman?" And she said, "Yes, I am." I said, "Me too... Well, I'm not a praying woman but I do believe in the power of prayer!" We laughed and after she gave me permission to pray with her, we prayed. As we stood in the vacant house, calling on God, I really felt the power of the Holy Spirit. When I opened my eyes I saw that she was weeping. Apologizing, she said that her husband had died just two months ago. I really wanted to hug her, but when I asked her permission she declined and attempted to regain her composure quickly. A song that we used to sing at the Naz that Ben Simcox wrote came into my mind. It's from a Psalm and tells of God being a Father to the fatherless and a defender of widows. I felt a great desire to somehow protect and care for her and to fervently ask God to overwhelm her with His comfort. By the grace of God, I believe I felt a touch of His heart for her.
Later in the day, a dear friend, neighbor and member of the simple church that meets at our house stopped by. She was heartbroken over the pain her daughter is experiencing after a recent surgery. Kim and I were privileged to pray with her, to anoint her with oil, and to speak words of hope and faith - and to simply be present. I am so thankful that she stopped and gave us the privilege of sharing this journey with her. It was powerful to see the depth of her love and compassion for her daughter and to realize how infinite God's love is for His children.
Tom, Bill & I are reading The Gospel of Mark this week. Like the other gospels, Mark highlights the healing ministry of Jesus and speaks often of His compassion. I am grateful to both receive and give the compassion of Jesus.
posted by Scott @ 10:12 PM
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