Tonight I'm thankful for God's blessing. I'm meditating about passion for Jesus and compassion for others. There are the usual suspects on the compassion lineup: the elderly, the sick, the poor, children, homeless, addicted, etc.....
But what about compassion for our enemies. Compassion for those who desire to harm us. Compassion for those who have hurt us, violated our trust, wrongfully used us, claimed to love us but didn't....
How do we have compassion for our enemies? How hard is it to be truly Christ-like and look beyond their faults and see their needs. How do we see that, if it were not for the abuse, rejection and hurt that had been inflicted on them... they may be our greatest allies. Even God's greatest allies.
I'm learning to trust God, pray for my enemies, and see them through the eyes of Christ. I know God loves them and only He can give me love for them. I pray that God give me strength to forgive them thoroughly and through that, compassion for their soul will grow. It's a matter that I give to God and I know, it's a matter that He can handle.
He has big shoulders.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Becoming one with Him. This process has plenty of building but it also has some de-construction. It's a process of peeling off the identity that's been developing for the last 40 something years. So here goes a layer.... the first of many.
So the first thing that must be addressed is my stinking pride. My pride loves me but I have begun to hate Him. I want out. My pride doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to give up on the relationship. But I'm standing here with my high heeled foot jammed up against the open door pointing the way out. It's an ugly breakup but it's a relationship that's just not gonna last and I'm ending it.
I've catered to my pride long enough. I gave into Pride's ridiculous demands, his empty threats, and his one-sided thinking. My pride has tried to block me from being with the One I really love. He tried to divide us- he tried to tell me that I was strong on my own. But pride lied to me. He also tried to separate me from people that I needed. Pride tried to convince me that I was always right. Pride said that I didn't need to be the first to apologize. Pride is the King of Excuses.