Jesus had compassion
and touched their eyes.
When she shuffled into the subway, I wanted to look away. She was old, and she had only ragged clothes to protect her from the bitter Calgary winter wind. She took the nearer seat, her shoulders hunched again the cold and her eyes down. Her white, cracked, bony hands, clutched a worn shawl tightly around her. I watched with wonder and pity.
At the next stop, an energetic young man strode confidently onto the train, his cheeks red with health. His clothes were sharp, his hair immaculate, his step graceful. He too saw the woman’s silent misery. Three stops later, as the train slowed, he glided by her to the other door and disappeared into the tunnel.
On her lap lay his brown leather gloves.
I don’t know if he was a believer in Christ or not. But I do know this: He saw her need and responded with compassion—while I just saw there. It never occurred to me to give her my gloves. That young man showed compassion in a way I’ll never forget. It reminded me of the kind of compassion that moved Jesus to heal two blind en hear Jericho (Mt. 20:34), and ultimately to give His own life on the cross.
THINKING IT OVER
Why are we often reluctant to show compassion?
We can’t help everyone, but whom can we help?
How can we develop greater compassion?
TRUE COMPASSION IS LOVE IN ACTION