The Special of the Day… From the Orange Moon Cafe…
"Full of Compassion"
I have been blessed to know many compassionate believers, brothers and sisters whose hearts bear the cares of others as if they were their own. Because they are.
"Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ" (Galatians 6:2).
Such devotion to others begins in the heart of God Himself, the very origin and motivation of all compassion.
"Thou, o Lord, art a God full of compassion" (Psalm 86:15).
"His tender mercies are over all His works" (Psalm 145:9).
Our Heavenly Father does not simply look upon the sorrows and sufferings of humanity. Even though largely self-imposed through sin, humanity has not been left bereft in our own misery. God cares, and even more, He draws near to the hurting - "a very present help in trouble" (Psalm 46:1). Their pains matter to Him far more than any compassion ever known or felt in any other heart. This includes our own hurts, and in this moment, let us bow our hearts in wonder that the bearing of one another's burdens proceeds from "the law of Christ," that is, from the governing nature of love - "the royal law" - in the heart of the Lord Jesus (James 2:8).
The cries of the hurting have ascended to God's ear and heart throughout history, be it human or all other creatures suffering in a sin-ravaged world. All have mattered to Him, as do all in this present moment. We do well to realize this truth about Him. We must. We cannot know our Father as He is apart from seeing Him in this light of mercy. The realization will have great impact on our own hearts as we seek to see the hurting through God's eyes and His heart "full of compassion."
The lonely man wonders,
Is there anybody out there
who really gives a care,
that I cry myself to sleep each night,
and very soon I'll give up this fight?
O do I really matter? Do I really matter?
The pretty girl wonders,
Is there more to me than just this face,
shining in the mirror?
Or when beauty fades into memory,
will I still, will I still be me?
O do I really matter? Do I really matter?
The guilty one wonders,
Is there any way to purge
these bloody hands of mine?
Or am I damned for eternity,
will no one rise to make my plea?
Oh do I really matter? Do I really matter?
The answer…
As a moonbeam piercing
through the endless night,
the silver voice of the risen Christ
shines clear and bright.
Oh yes, you really matter,
yes, you really matter…
To Me.
"We have not a High Priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities."
(Hebrews 4:15)
Weekly Memory Verse
"Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? For riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven."
(Proverbs 23:5)
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