Passion. Now, there’s a loaded word. It could mean an intimate physical connection or a strong level of motivation or the final days of Jesus’ life on earth.
With God, it’s all of the above:
His hands formed us in our mothers’ wombs.
His love motivates us to love one another.
His suffering on our behalf makes knowing Him possible.
Let’s face it, “Our God is full of compassion” (Psalm 116:5).
Since com in Latin means “with,” and pati means “to bear, to suffer,” this is patience (last week’s study) taken to the next level.
After all, we can show patience toward someone from a distance, but compassion? That’s far more personal, more involved, more…well, passionate.
It’s not waiting. It’s doing.
It’s not watching. It’s helping.
When we’re in pain, we don’t want someone to feel sorry for us, pity us, or say, “Too bad, so sad.” We want someone to walk beside us, share our burden, and say, “I love you. Let me help.”
This is what God does, beloved.
He walks beside us.
He bears our suffering.
He is with us. And He is for us.
Want the world to know what it means to be loved by God? Don’t show them how strong you are. Show them how weak you are. Then show them God’s strength, God’s mercy, God’s compassion.
Not, “Look at me in Jesus!” But, “Look at Jesus in me.”
The feminine form of the word racham in Hebrew gives compassion a deeper spin, because it also means “womb.” When we care for someone enough to help them, it’s because we have a “brotherly feeling” toward them, as if they were “born from same womb.”
Oh, my. Very close indeed. Brothers. Sisters.
If we love God, we can never think in terms of “us / them.” Just “us.”
The wonderful ministry that cares for children in need all over the world is called Compassion International for good reason. It’s a reminder that we are called to “be kind and compassionate to one another” (Ephesians 4:32), just as the Lord has been kind and compassionate to us.
The Greek word means “tenderhearted”—literally, “having strong bowels” (sorry). Think of it as feeling gut-level sympathy for someone. The kind that makes you reach for your wallet, reach for your passport, and above all, reach for God’s hand, as you reach out to the world, near and far.
Compassion begins with God: the One who is with you, the One who bears your burdens. Let go, my friend. Let Him carry you.
Trust in this glorious truth: “His compassions never fail” (Lamentations 3:22).
He will never let go.
He will never turn away.
He will always see you through.
Could you take a moment to Share Your Thoughts about what God’s compassion means to you? You’ll find a link below. I read and cherish each one, and love how you encourage one another!
Your grateful sister, Liz