{"id":2644,"date":"2015-06-23T10:00:27","date_gmt":"2015-06-23T10:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/?p=2644"},"modified":"2015-07-25T04:16:11","modified_gmt":"2015-07-25T04:16:11","slug":"compassion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/2015\/06\/compassion\/","title":{"rendered":"Compassion"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>What is Compassion?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Definition<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><strong>compassion <\/strong><\/span>n.<br \/>\nDeep awareness of the suffering of another accompanied by the wish to relieve it.<br \/>\n[Middle English compassioun, from Late Latin compassi\u014d, compassi\u014dn-, from compassus, past participle of compat\u012b, to sympathize : Latin com-, com- + Latin pat\u012b, to suffer; see p\u0113(i)- in Indo-European roots.]<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to follow up my <a href=\"http:\/\/wp.me\/p33bMG-GA\">Mother<\/a> post with one about compassion. Compassion is a key characteristic of most women that I know. It comes naturally to some; like my wife for example. She cares for other people and is worried about my sons school teachers, the next door neighbor, and members of our church congregation. I am no longer amazed when she tells me she is making dinner for some family that had a new baby, or had a death, or is sick. She does so well with our boys and that does amaze me!<\/p>\n<p>The hymn A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief, always reminds me to be compassionate to others.<\/p>\n<p>1. A poor, wayfaring Man of grief<br \/>\nHath often crossed me on my way,<br \/>\nWho sued so humbly for relief<br \/>\nThat I could never answer nay.<br \/>\nI had not pow&#8217;r to ask his name,<br \/>\nWhereto he went, or whence he came;<br \/>\nYet there was something in his eye<br \/>\nThat won my love; I knew not why.<\/p>\n<p>2. Once, when my scanty meal was spread,<br \/>\nHe entered; not a word he spake,<br \/>\nJust perishing for want of bread.<br \/>\nI gave him all; he blessed it, brake,<br \/>\nAnd ate, but gave me part again.<br \/>\nMine was an angel&#8217;s portion then,<br \/>\nFor while I fed with eager haste,<br \/>\nThe crust was manna to my taste.<\/p>\n<p>3. I spied him where a fountain burst<br \/>\nClear from the rock; his strength was gone.<br \/>\nThe heedless water mocked his thirst;<br \/>\nHe heard it, saw it hurrying on.<br \/>\nI ran and raised the suff&#8217;rer up;<br \/>\nThrice from the stream he drained my cup,<br \/>\nDipped and returned it running o&#8217;er;<br \/>\nI drank and never thirsted more.<\/p>\n<p>4. &#8216;Twas night; the floods were out; it blew<br \/>\nA winter hurricane aloof.<br \/>\nI heard his voice abroad and flew<br \/>\nTo bid him welcome to my roof.<br \/>\nI warmed and clothed and cheered my guest<br \/>\nAnd laid him on my couch to rest,<br \/>\nThen made the earth my bed and seemed<br \/>\nIn Eden&#8217;s garden while I dreamed.<\/p>\n<p>5. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,<br \/>\nI found him by the highway side.<br \/>\nI roused his pulse, brought back his breath,<br \/>\nRevived his spirit, and supplied<br \/>\nWine, oil, refreshment&#8211;he was healed.<br \/>\nI had myself a wound concealed,<br \/>\nBut from that hour forgot the smart,<br \/>\nAnd peace bound up my broken heart.<\/p>\n<p>6. In pris&#8217;n I saw him next, condemned<br \/>\nTo meet a traitor&#8217;s doom at morn.<br \/>\nThe tide of lying tongues I stemmed,<br \/>\nAnd honored him &#8216;mid shame and scorn.<br \/>\nMy friendship&#8217;s utmost zeal to try,<br \/>\nHe asked if I for him would die.<br \/>\nThe flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,<br \/>\nBut my free spirit cried, &#8220;I will!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>7. Then in a moment to my view<br \/>\nThe stranger started from disguise.<br \/>\nThe tokens in his hands I knew;<br \/>\nThe Savior stood before mine eyes.<br \/>\nHe spake, and my poor name he named,<br \/>\n&#8220;Of me thou hast not been ashamed.<br \/>\nThese deeds shall thy memorial be;<br \/>\nFear not, thou didst them unto me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I feel this hymn teaches compassion through service to others and in this case the other is Christ.<\/p>\n<p>It is written in St Mark Chapter 1:40-41, &#8220;And there came a leper to him, beseeching him, and kneeling down to him, and saying unto him, If thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, I will; be thou clean.&#8221; Christ constantly taught the care for others by His example and with parables. The Good Samaritan in Luke chapter 10 is also good instruction on the subject of compassion; for everyone is our neighbor.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">iron wil<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What is Compassion? Definition compassion n. Deep awareness of the suffering of another accompanied by the wish to relieve it. [Middle English compassioun, from Late Latin compassi\u014d, compassi\u014dn-, from compassus, past participle of compat\u012b, to sympathize : Latin com-, com- + Latin pat\u012b, to suffer; see p\u0113(i)- in Indo-European roots.] I wanted to follow up [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[38,154,54,68,795,137],"class_list":["post-2644","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-article","tag-character","tag-courage","tag-family","tag-friendship","tag-mother","tag-service"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2644","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2644"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2644\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2683,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2644\/revisions\/2683"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2644"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2644"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ironwil.net\/cs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2644"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}