Yesterday, I came face to face with the question, “What is compassion?” I am regretting my response; my seeming lack of love and mercy towards the stranger-neighbor who crossed my path. I have always been taught and come to believe that we are to love one another. This love included a holding back of judgment in regards to surface realities. If you peeked into my heart and could see the thoughts I harbored, you would find contrary evidence to my spoken belief. Yesterday, I took the kids to the Y pool. It was 94 and sunny, so you can imagine the crowd of fellow patrons seeking cool relief. We found chairs and arranged out towels. We left our chairs to enjoy a picnic lunch. We returned to find one of our towels had been removed and someone else’s stuff in its place. I see the woman who orchestrated the chair stealing – I have seen and observed her before. She was a tough woman with obvious signs of a hard life. ...
An attempt to notice the quiet whispers of God.