The past couple of days, I feel like my heart has this little mini cement truck next to it. Somehow it pierced through the somewhat unpenetratable exterior and now there is a steady stream of cement being poured in. Too frequently this week I have been hearing these heartbreaking stories of things going on in people's lives....some just too sad and personal to recount. And each time a little more wet cement is poured in.
Right now, all it's doing is weighing my heart down...I just worry about it drying and hardening.
How did Jesus handle the pain that was around Him? The times that it wasn't even directly a part of day to day life for Him, but for a brief (or sometimes more extended) moment His life intersected with someone who was in a point of crisis...How did He do it and not explode? How did He remain compassionate and not just hardened to the pain of the world? How are we supposed to do it?
I guess I'm trying to figure out the balance in having a heart that readily fills with compassion. Or if there is even supposed to be balance in that at all....
any thoughts crew?
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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