Simple Compassion

When Jesus went into Peter's house, He saw his mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever. So He touched her hand, and the fever left her. Then she began to get up and serve Him. Matthew 8:14,15

I am struck with the ordinariness of this description. Jesus, the Son of God, went into a house, just like you or I would and lovingly touched the hand of his friends mother-in-law. I have gone places and sensed God's compassion for people and lovingly touched them.

I am compelled to allow the simplicity of this verse seep into my core. I am in Christ, He said 'go and make disciples for lo I am with you to the end of the age.' I need to bathe in this simplicity, allow it to pickle me so that I exude this simplicity. I am His hands and feet. This is where miracles are, healing lives here in the basics of compassion.

I cannot stay only long enough to have my religious sentiment tickled and then walk away and not capture the divine. Jesus is here reaching out to me with a truth I need to walk in.

How do I take it on board? Wait, fellowship it, meditate on it, give time to it, absorb it.

I am, again, reading Smith Wigglesworth, teachings. He said we need to get in touch with God's compassion in a situation and then act. Don't act out of frustration or habit or rote but only compassion. Amen!

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