Compassion With Legs

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 got up and began to serve Him. Matthew 8:14,15

Compassion and genuine love compelled our saviour. This is His desire for us, that we would forget ourselves, walking other people's situations and bring hope.

In a small way I am experiencing this. I am not praying for the sick but in a way I am mistering to them. My community is sick with the malaise of self-centerdness. Me, me, me is their cry. On the 28th of the month we go to the polls to elect out next state government.

This last week we have had a pre-poll office set up beside our office. The candidates and their representative stand right out the front of our office. Staff were complaining but I said, "No we will minister to them!" These people stand all day in the sun. It is tiring and having to be nice to people who don't necessarily like you is draining. Each day I tell the candidates to use our cold water and toilets. I told staff to park away from the office as the sick and elderly need access. Last night we had a work function and I knew I had over-catered so I took out cake and biscuits to the candidates to replenish them. They had been there all day and I was sure they would have been hungry. Chocolate cake goes down well.

Today I intend to visit with an esky full of cool drinks. What motivates me? Grace! Yes I could be clever and prospect for clients but you know there is a greater need here. If my city is to see Christ I want to be a part of the answer, not the problem. Amen!