Compassion………

I just heard that word from an author of a book on one of our US presidents- Good word, not lightly bestowed, but a good argument for such a declaration.

I immediately thought of who earned that beautiful personal description for me in my childhood. My parents personified the word. If you look that word up in the dictionary you will get everything from a concern or pity for, or the urge to help the less fortunate with your actions. My marriage to Bill, doubled my exposure to what the real meaning of Compassion is, as he lived out in real action what that care meant.

Most of us are touched and feel concern for them, but fail in that action part. If you have read some of my stories in my writings, you know I learned better than that!!! Those meals Mom made me take to a neighbor, or the clean clothes to another, or not seriously acting to deter a poor boy stealing chickens, or the food provided to families whose father was imprisoned for moonshining, taught me better

I forget, or I let my church or charity donations substitute for that compassion. I revel in our church’s food pantry, or Blessings in a Bag, or helping with Open Doors, and convince myself it’s enough. And for Heaven’s Sake, they are wonderful and I will never stop, but when someone throws out that word Compassion, I sigh!!!