You can’t keep compassion in your pocket, or save it up, or even measure it.
It kind of storms out, not quite sure where it was lurking, takes on its own shape as we watch, and we become both primary participants and bystanders in what happens.
We can fight it, be uncomfortable with it, be confused and unsure – but it has been implanted in us by the Holy Spirit. It dwells and operates out of the Christian. It’s a joy to see it in action – and I mean from within us!
It’s not the same as doing good, but it comes along as you are prepared to do good. Because compassion might mean you speaking sternly, not softly. Or telling someone firmly they are loved, because you can see it plainly, and can’t deny it. It might mean listening, and remaining silent, until the story changes because of your attention. And light creeps in. It may be a smile that shows you understand, because you find that you do.
Sometimes you may find you have travelled an extra mile. Or forgiven the 78th time. It will be costing you. You have been paying.
But not randomly. Compassion, like the USS Enterprise, requires you to ‘lock on phasers’ before you despatch energy. Eye contact, deep breath of inevitability, or a word you hear said that you heard first in the whispers of your mind – and away you go.
It requires targeted energy – not the same as a constant drain. That is a mutual waste.
Everyone needs compassion. The bearer and receiver. Both are blessed.