Compassion is a deep yearning to do something to ease pain. Compassion, the hallmark of Jesus’s life here on earth had its beginnings in eternity.
Looking out the windows of eternity. Jesus saw mankind’s weariness and hopelessness. Lost like sheep without a shepherd to lead and protect them. He consented to be the Good Shepherd who gives His life for the sheep.
Jesus’s compassion reached out and touched their eyes. Immediately their eyes received sight, and they followed Him.
Jesus’s compassion gently wiped away the tears and lovingly said, “Do not weep.”
Jesus’s compassion fed the multitudes because He did not want to send them away hungry, lest they faint on the way.
Jesus humbled Himself so that anyone who desires to receive God’s compassion can. Including us prodigals.
A Pharisee asked Jesus to have dinner with him. So Jesus went to his home and sat down to eat.
When a certain immoral woman from that city heard He was eating there. She brought a beautiful alabaster jar filled with expensive perfume. Then she knelt behind Him at His feet.
Weeping. Her tears fell on His feet, and she wiped them off with her hair. Then she kept kissing His feet and putting perfume on them.
When the Pharisee who had invited Him saw this. He said to himself, ‘If this man were a prophet. He would know what kind of woman is touching Him. She’s a sinner!’
Then Jesus answered his thoughts. ‘Simon,’ He said to the Pharisee. ‘I have something to say to you.’
‘Go ahead Teacher,’ Simon replied.
Then Jesus told him this story. ‘A man loaned money to two people— 500 pieces of silver to one and 50 pieces to the other. But neither of them could repay him. So he kindly forgave them both. Canceling their debts. Who do you suppose loved him more after that?’
Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one for whom he canceled the larger debt.’
‘That’s right,’ Jesus said.
Then He turned to the woman and said to Simon, ‘Look at this woman kneeling here. When I entered your home. You didn’t offer Me water to wash the dust from My feet, but she has washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair.
You didn’t greet Me with a kiss, but from the time I first came in she has not stopped kissing My feet.
You neglected the courtesy of olive oil to anoint My head, but she has anointed My feet with rare perfume.
I tell you her sins, and they are many have been forgiven. So she has shown Me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.’
Then Jesus said to the woman. ‘Your sins are forgiven.’”
Who received God’s compassion?
The woman who acknowledged the ugliness and hopelessness of her sinful life? OR the self-righteous Pharisee?
The woman who repented and confessed that sin had stolen her dignity and humanity? OR the prideful Pharisee?
The woman who fell on her knees in humility before Jesus? OR the ungrateful, hypocritical Pharisee?
By allowing the Lord’s compassion to wash over her heart. Cleansing it of the filth of this world. She in return unashamedly honored the Lord with her act of love and gratitude.
So on those days I awaken and want to remain in bed in the fetal position. I open my remembrance album and remember the countless images of God’s compassion.
- Showering me with His gifts of love during my days as a prodigal.
- Grasping my hand and pulling me out of the pit I had dug for myself.
- Setting my feet back onto the path of my destiny.
- Carrying me when I no longer had the strength or desire to continue the journey.
Begin your day giving thanks to God. It will set the tone for the rest of the day. Turning an ordinary day into a day of Thanksgiving. Making your soul fat!
A Fat Soul posted on November 24, 2014.
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