Where Desperation Meets Compassion

The object of desire has immeasurable worth to someone living in despair. We can argue about the legitimacy of a need, perhaps discounting it as a want; but we cannot invalidate the intensity that it's felt with.

Desperation exceeds want; it gnaws a hole into a person, aching to be filled. Often, that gnawing and aching is accompanied by rash decisions and extreme behavior, all in attempt to appease the longing and to end the agony. 

Unfortunately, we don't always see the desperate man amidst his decisions. We can easily lose sight of his agony and draw our attention towards his antics. But when despair drives, compassion is key. 

The word itself, compassion, derives from the Latin compati, which more directly translates to "suffer with." And, yes, this vicarious suffering can become quite unpleasant at times; yet it remains a gift. These empathic moments, sharing an emotional experience with another human being, offer insight into how we might be of greater support in assisting them to carry their burden...

In fact, that is exactly what we've been called to do: 

"Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." - Galatians 6:2

"Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another..." - Colossians 3:12-13 

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep." - Romans 12:15

God will not fail to equip you for what He has called you to do. 

Look through the antics and into the agony; beyond the decisions and into the despair. Allow God to open the eyes of your heart to see into that of another, as harrowing as it may be. Surrender your own desperation unto Christ, then testify to the freedom gained within that surrender in His compassion for you; the compassion you extend to others.

That is where desperation meets compassion; a place between suffering and surrender.

"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." - Ephesians 4:2

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THIS is exactly why rushing to leave work at a decent hour just isn't worth it.

The allure of Friday got the best of me this afternoon...

But all I did was end up sitting bumper to bumper at a complete stop.

Hurry up and wait...

Sometimes, sticking around a little later gets you where you're going a little sooner. 

Life.

17; Its Something Beautiful

17 years.

Was it really that long ago that I asked her to be my girlfriend over the telephone?

All pimpled and anxious, crazy about this beautiful girl...

And that call was made from an old-school phone, by the way, not a cell. A black rotary with a busted dial, if I remember correctly...

A lot can happen in 17 years. In fact, it has. But some things don't change much. I'm a little less pimpled, about as equally anxious, and still totally crazy about that girl. And her? Still beautiful. I never could have imagined the kind of beauty she would bring into my life.

God has been so good to us; blessing the love we have for one another as we pursue Christ, side by side. Our shared faith and commitment have become a foundation that everything else is now built upon.

And it's something beautiful.

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Fresh air.

Perfect weather.

Good food.

Great company.

It's always hard to see the weekend slip away, but there's no better way to wrap it up than a stroll with my love followed by Greek food and The Walking Dead.

Joy, Revisited

February 26, 2008. I entered the blogosphere with musings of joy amidst unexpected circumstances. Now here I am, 2,092 posts and hundreds of graphic make-overs later, and I find myself in an eerily similar situation.

Eight years ago, I really stepped into it. I was ambitious and eager. I wouldn't say I have ever been one of those people who just don't know what they don't know, but I was certainly naive to the brutalities of a sharp learning curve.

I wasn't innately equipped for the task at hand. Managing the program and treatment of sexually maladaptive adolescents challenged me in a lot of different ways, but man, God sure did grow me. I received training and support, and I was completely surrounded by inspiring people. When I reflect on that time, names and faces flash through my mind of kids that were impacted by this incredible team of caring, dedicated professionals that I was blessed to join.

Those flashes of fond memories, they're like bursts of light. And with light, there are shadows; heart-wrenching stories, disappointments, endless worry. And defeat; lots of defeat.

But even still, joy.
So much joy.

God led me to a place of contentment. I could feel I was in the center of His will, and out of total desperation, I relied on Him. Hence, joy.

Now, fast forward through the years; a lot of light and many shadows. A couple thousand miles. Different jobs. New names and faces. Many new experiences with a variety of populations.

I am back to that place of being not-quite-equipped in my career; that place of frequent defeat.

My newest job is a living, breathing thing made of lots of different pieces. Some fit better than others. A Frankenstein's monster, patched together in typical non-profit fashion. And I love it.

Over the years, I had forgotten about those brutalities of a sharp learning curve that I mentioned earlier, and the weight of such a great responsibility.

But man, God sure is growing me.

Once again, I find myself in a place where I'm receiving training and support, and I am completely surrounded by inspiring people. When I am mindful of the here and now, names and faces flash through my mind of kids that are currently being impacted by this incredible team of caring, dedicated professionals.

And there is joy.
So much joy.

I just needed to be reminded of it, and to recommit myself to seeking out that joy daily. To be reliant, to laugh when that's all there is to do, and to pray. And as I recommit myself to those things, I'm also going to try something else that was very beneficial for me eight years ago, and for several years following.

Writing. Sharing. Emoting. Creating.

It may or may not stick, but I'm okay with that. That's part of the process, and so is looking back. And that, despite my 16 months of absence, is exactly why I am not scrapping this space to start another.

Joy isn't a place. It's not a circumstance or series of favorable events. It's not a fresh start or a new beginning. 

Joy is a state of being, a mind-frame, a condition of the heart. It's the blessing of reliance and of spiritual surrender. It's found right in the center of God's will.