Dressed for THEM
How often do we go to our closet and pull out what to wear according to how we want to … feel? There are times I want to feel pretty, so I will wear something rather feminine, or speaking to a group desiring to feel confident, so I will wear something perhaps tailored and professional. A time of relaxation, a soft pair of cotton sweats are the choice for the moment. A kick back day of running errands, jeans and a T-shirt. This clothing ourselves is primarily for … US, yet there is a time we dress for … THEM. Ultimately we dress for Him.
This week I had the wonderful privilege to speak at two chapel services at my son’s Christian School. I was given the assignment to speak on ‘compassion’. The ages of the children varied from kindergarten to 8th grade. I have never seen such eager faces starring back at me. I could have had these kids convinced that the rapture had taken place and I was there to bus them to another location… (just kidding) so I knew my responsibility was BIG. Speak short, sweet – to the point and give them a GREAT visual aide. God is good.
“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you” (Eph. 4:32) followed the story of the Good Samaritan. Compassion, literally meaning ‘to share and understand the same feelings of another’. As I shared the Samaritan story from Luke chapter 10, my dear friend Wilma (thank you sweet gal) was conveniently located in the front row directly in front of me. She began to act agitated, sighing rather loud, shifting in her seat. As time went on, she became a distraction, I ‘acted’ irritated, trying to ignore her. The children now well aware of her actions and mood, looked to see how I was going to handle the situation (of course she was a ‘plant’).
I went to her and asked if she was ok, her response was ‘no’. I suggested that maybe she was too hot, and that I was somewhat chilled and asked if I could borrow her jacket, she took it off and gave it to me. Putting it on, I told her, the jacket was nice, as I slipped my hand into one of the pockets, finding a piece of paper. I pulled it out and unfolded it. Written on it in large black letters was the word ‘SAD‘. Holding it up for all the kids to see. “Hm…” I said, “maybe that is why she was sighing so loud”. I put my hand in another pocket and pulled out another piece of paper, this time it read ‘PAIN‘. Turning to Wilma I asked if she was sad and in pain, she shook her head yes. Looking again to the children, telling them, “Here I was trying to tell you about compassion, and I got irritated at Wilma and she is in pain and is sad.” I found yet ANOTHER, piece of paper, ‘LONELY‘ it read.
Going to Wilma I gave her a big hug, told her I was sorry for judging her at first, but now I understood her. Colossians 3:12 “Therefore as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” I shared with the kids that compassion is like putting on someone’s jacket. When we do, we may ‘feel’ what they feel, we then can understand them and help them in kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. I think they got it. (a teachers smile). As I closed in prayer, I thanked Jesus for His quality of compassion, that He came to earth and put on humanity, He DOES understand.
Compassion, dressed for THEM. Dressed for Him.
Blessing, DeDe (Ps. 92:4 “You thrill me, Lord…”)