Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering. – Hebrews 13:3
That’s a hard one, isn’t. it? It’s not usually that we don’t care. It’s that we feel compelled to guard ourselves from suffering. We don’t want to see others in pain, and we certainly don’t seek to suffer ourselves.
What comes with compassion through a great faith is belief that God would honor our efforts toward the needy just as He honored the efforts of Christ when He raised Him from the dead – as He honors Christ even today in my own heart, which should be buried unbeating deep below my shortcomings but is instead alive and flowing, nurtured, taught, and fed.
These are just words here. That’s all you get from me – only words – not a window into my actions, not a token of how often I extend my hands or withdraw them to my own pockets.
I’ve only taken a few true opportunities to reach out. I have many excuses, but it’s mostly because I am usually the one on the receiving end of a rescue. I have been the one in my spirit – and not knowing it – saying, “Hosanna! Hosanna!” Save now.
One at a time – that’s how He does it. When He saved me, it was just me way down in my hungry soul. I think that’s what is so different about Compassion International. They serve the little ones, “the least of these,” one at a time. They’ve gone way out of their way to make us aware and to give us a way to serve. And it’s not much to give for us, but it’s everything to the ones on the receiving end.
I want to learn as much as I can about Compassion International, and I’m wondering if you’ll learn about it with me. I’m watching someone from a distance, and she’s about to be swept up in their work, and I’ll tell you about her tomorrow.