On Some have Compassion

When I think of a person, fellow human sufferer; I well-up with love and compassion. So also did Jesus

Matthew 9:36 tells us, “But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd.” And again in Matthew 14:14  “And Jesus went forth, and saw a great multitude, and was moved with compassion toward them, and he healed their sick.”
Also in Matthew 15:32  “Then Jesus called his disciples unto him, and said, I have compassion on the multitude, because they continue with me now three days, and have nothing to eat: and I will not send them away fasting, lest they faint in the way.”

New testament “compassion” was taken from a Greek word relating to our English word “spleen.” Spleen works in a man as a blood filter and also regulates the immune system — inflammation etc.

taken from several sources.

Jude tells us to have compassion on some, making a difference — A difference that withdraws the person from a non-compassionate world, perhaps.

In Luke 7 Jesus saw a woman who just lost her only son. He had compassion on her and raised up the son.

The broken hearted mother who had been crushed by negative circumstance, activated a  metaphor of the pure blood in Christ, an immune system regulator which allowed Him to get close to the wounded. Somehow, someway the the flood of purity, immunity, emotion and love, moved Jesus to the release of healing virtue.

Matthew 9:20 recorded the woman with an issue of blood. Touching Jesus hem, she received healing virtue. Again a transfer from Christ to a person.

Question. Can we dare realize the positive healing effect of compassion to the point of allowing it to overflow, so cleansing a broken one?

“It seems that a young man named Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed that a boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove, and a small tape recorder.

Mark knelt and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped the boy carry part of the burden. As they walked, he discovered the boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball, history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects.

They arrived at Bill’s home first, and Mark was invited in for a Coke and watched some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk; then Mark went home.

They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once in a while, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally, the long-awaited senior year came, and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. “Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?” asked Bill. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother’s sleeping pills, and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent time together talking and laughing, I realized that I didn’t want to die. I would have missed that time with you and many other good times in my life that followed. I am trying to say, Mark, that you did a lot more when you picked up those books that day. You saved my life.”morningcoffeebeans

Sympathy looks in and says, “I’m sorry.” Compassion goes in and says, “I’m with you.“

Lastly, God dwells with the broken and contrite — to revive them! Isaiah 57:15. He knows our sorrow which we own alone. If we will but touch the hem of His garment, His virtue will stay our running sores. There’s healing in His wings. Love ya