Compassion – definition of compassion: sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it
On Thursday I drafted a post (which I’m now glad I didn’t post) about a blog that I stumbled upon around a year. My original draft included a link to the blog; fellow bloggers like ping-backs and the recognition. I’ve decided against naming the blog because of their recent post which was put up and then removed.
This blogger writes about their life after losing their job and returning to living with their parents. Some posts I find down right funny. The posts are well written. Some posts I find sad. I can feel the writer’s pain. Some posts I wonder, even if there is a fictional aspect to the material, how the blogger’s parents (particularly the Mother) would feel if she read the blog. I guess it is because I am slightly older, okay, middle age, fine, in my mid-50’s and probably close to the blogger’s mother’s age than I’d like to think about. There have been times when I’ve wondered how would I feel if I knew my children were saying things like that about me? I would be very hurt. It’s like I want to know the rest of the story, why do they act the way they do?
Sometimes the way the blogger makes fun of them is well, just plain mean. But that is just what I think at times. I often think of the expression “hurting people, hurt people”.
I noticed last night the blogger wrote a post that their parents found out about their blog. The blogger is trying to produce a web series and a family member posted about it. Surprise, their parents found out about it. Their post said it was “weird” at the house and their parents weren’t talking to them. There were about 7 comments from people saying things like “no big deal”, “what is the harm” “it is comedy” things along those lines. I rarely comment on that blog. I choose to yesterday. I could feel the pain of all of them. I wanted to help in some way. I prayed for the right words. Sometimes, I’m not sure if I “hear” right or if I’m just going off in my own direction. I finally just sent this off with a prayer:
Comedy can be funny, or it can be mean and is left up to the reader to discern. Only you know the intentions behind your words. Only you can explain what you meant to your parents or they are left to their own assumptions. Talk to them and it won’t be weird anymore. Don’t worry they will still give you lots of material. 🙂
Words spoken in anger, and hurt can not be taken back and always have consequences. Words are powerful and accountable.
…For out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks. The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him. But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgement for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned. – Matt. 12:14-37
I think about words that I have spoken in anger and hurt over the course of my life, and will probably be guilty of doing again. How about those thoughts, or words in my head, left unspoken, but heard by God? Sigh. None of us are exempt.
If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:8
Thankfully, there is forgiveness and peace for all who seek it.
This blogger reminds me to keep a watch over my words.
Search me, O God, and know my heart, test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 139:23-24
Thank you Jesus for forgiving me when I need it. Thank you Jesus for all you have done for me/us.
I pray for Him to be known, really known in that family. I pray for them to experience His peace. My prayer is also for whomever reads this to experience His peace.