He saw. My eyes are open and they see the suffering of a hurting world. What am I doing about what I see? I feel compassion, even tear up at the sight of the oppression of the weak and the neglected but to what fruit? Such feelings are fleeting when not expressed in works. Faith without works is dead. He came to him. It was his initiative. The other did not ask for help or mercy, but he came to him. He did what was right and noble. Forgive your servant when I see and feel but do not come to aid. At those times of dire needs may your Holy Spirit spur me into action.
The Mind of the Melancholeric Man: Musings on Life and Ministry by Patrick Tan
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