Written By: Karla Rowley
"Clothe yourselves therefore, as God’s own chosen ones (His own picked representatives), [who are ] purified and holy and well-beloved [by God Himself, by putting on behavior marked by] tenderhearted pity and mercy, kind feeling, a lowly opinion of yourselves, gentle ways, [and] patience [which is tireless and long-suffering, and has the power to endure whatever comes, with good-temper]." Colossians 3:12 AMP
"So, then as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience." (NAS)
There have been many times when I was given the gift of compassion. One such time that stands out to me was the night my mother died. She had been in the hospital for nearly two weeks and on that particular day there had been a procedure to attempt to save her kidney function. The procedure was not successful and I was sitting with her, waiting, for the doctor to come in and talk to us about the insertion of a port for dialysis—the next step in our journey.
She had spoken by phone to my niece in Europe, her brother and other family members. My two sisters had gone to Mom’s house to prepare to return to their homes after the procedure scheduled for the next day. As I sat with her, we talked about her different phone conversations and about how she was feeling. She said she was tired and so I turned my attention to the TV program while she shut her eyes.
It was about 20 minutes later when she had a seizure. Just as the seizure ended (and as I was pressing the button for the nurse) a man appeared at her door. He immediately sprung into action and was checking her/stabilizing her and speaking softly to me as the nurses and other team members entered the room. Once Mom was stable enough to move to the ICU the man (who turned out to be the doctor we were waiting to speak to) came over to me, bent down and said how very sorry he was for my pain. Compassion in action—kindness and gentleness as he cared for Mom and for me. On that particular night that doctor was God’s chosen representative to minister to my mother and to me.
Father God, eternal and surrounding us as we go through our days. Thank you for the compassion of those you send to share our burdens. Help us to remember to be thankful for your representatives…in the precious name of Jesus, Amen
Posted on Thu, August 3, 2017
by Heather Portillo