My dear friend, Missy, commented on my last post saying, "It's that whole "compassion" thing. Like love, it's not a feeling, it's an action. Whenever Jesus had compassion for someone, he didn't just feel sorry for them and move on...he acted. "
She's right, but I wonder if God made love and compassion both a feeling and an action for me just so I'd have a wake up system of sorts to a heart that isn't where it should be. Of course, that would be for those hard-headed people like me. I know I'm in good company because Christ's own disciples didn't get it from time to time and they had Him physically there, teaching them. And then there's my own personal favorite:
Do you remember the story of Elijah hiding in a cave in fear for his life from Jezebel? God asked him what the heck he was doing - go stand on the mountain because He was about to pass by. I really relate to Elijah in that passage because I sometimes feel extraordinarily dense to the working of the Holy Spirit in my life. I'm so apt to be watching for Him in the wind, earthquake, or fire that I don't hear His promptings in the whispers that tell me to live my belief out...to the fullest, and not half-heartedly.
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