“Now when Jesus heard about John, He withdrew from there in a boat to a secluded place by Himself; and when the people heard of this, they followed Him on foot from the cities. When He went ashore, He saw a large crowd, and felt compassion for them and healed their sick.” (14:13-14)
Jesus got a front row seat to humanity’s dysfunction. His cousin was brutally murdered for a party trick. He was surrounded by more sick people than an ER admitting nurse. He was rejected by the people closest to Him.
At every turn, when my reflex would be to tell everyone to leave me alone, or do a magic trick to silence my haters, Jesus chooses compassion and humility instead. Because what we needed was for Him to come in and be altogether different than us.
The mark of Christ’s disciples is love. We may not have been born with the ability to to embody self-less compassion, but He Himself has given us His example and Spirit, and that counts for something. He makes us able to respond like Him, through His power at work in us.
We tell this to ourselves and each other, a lot, but sometimes it turns into a heap of shame to “do better” or “work harder”.
When Jesus left to return to heaven He gave them strict instructions to wait. Don’t do anything until the power arrives.
If you are tired (following on the heels of yesterday’s post about yokes), wait. I always end up hurting someone when I rush ahead in my own strength.
If you don’t know what that looks like or feels like, ask. He would love to show you.