Do you ever stop and notice people?
Yesterday morning at the YMCA for some reason I just, noticed the people around me. I saw them. And it actually made me really sad. There was a blind man setting up his little massage chair, hoping to make a living. An older gentleman was working on a weight machine, trying to keep his heart pumping. A beautiful woman was wearing less clothes than necessary, wanting to be valued.
And I surprisingly shed tears that morning; not because of any catastrophic event or tragedy, but just because I was moved by the brokenness of humanity. I realized that it doesn't take a tsunami to show us that we are in need. We are handicapped, we are tired, we are insecure. We are hurting and dying. We are in desperate need of rescue and redemption.
Maybe this is one of the reasons Jesus was referred to as "a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief." If I was moved to tears with sadness for our race- I, who am largely unaware and unconcerned, skilled at numbing myself to the reality of my own and others' pain- how much more was Christ, Love Incarnate, aware? One who sees us more deeply than we even see ourselves, yet who also loves more deeply than we can fathom- His heart must have been heavy long before He carried a cross up a hill called Golgotha.
His heart is heavy for you.