I will live to carry Your compassion

I will live to carry Your compassion

The hot Africa sun is beaming through the cracks of the makeshift walls, the only source of light in the small dim shack. The woman opposite me shares her life story, her brown eyes and small smile offer friendship, her words share a situation of no hope. Even if her family was whole, even if she had a beautiful home and a regular paycheck, in the end her words would've still echoed a story of no hope. My listening ear and friendship are not enough. The Giver of Hope had freely given to me and now He was prompting my heart to share what I had freely received. She knew of God, she knew Jesus had come to this earth, died, and rose again . . . but she didn't know why. I pulled out my Bible and began to share the greatest, most mysterious, compelling love story of all time.

This is just one person, one story of the thousands of people in the squatter camps in Africa. There are countless stories that are yet to happen. Jesus is moved with compassion for people, is our hearts breaking for what breaks His? Is compassion true compassion if it does not compel us to do something? Jesus knew that this short time on earth was our only preparation for eternity. The Light of the World went to illuminant the darkness, the Giver of Life came to heal the sick. He said, “Follow Me” . . . “Go make disciples of all nations.”