More Compassion Please

Not A Feeling But A Lifestyle

Let me tell y’all about what happened to me recently.

I was cleaning my deck a couple weekends back and I fell right. Well not really fell but maybe slipped with a half-turn stretch??? LOL! I don’t know. It had rained earlier that day and what I do know is that something very slippery was on those boards. The amazing thing is that I didn’t fall all the way down. My left leg extended one way, and my right leg went down with the knee touching the deck the other way. It was an ugly site but surprisingly, I didn’t know I was still that flexible. So glad no one saw me (I hope). LOL.

Anywho, I was a soldier and thugged it out for a good week. However, a week later I was still experiencing some pain, and I remembered my ankle had twisted in a way ankles just shouldn’t twist so I decided to get it checked out by a professional. I headed to our local urgent care, hoping for reassurance and medical guidance.

Now, I wasn’t expecting balloons and a marching band, but I was hoping for a little compassion. Unfortunately, that’s not what I got. The nurse who saw me first wasn’t especially warm, but I did give her grace. Maybe she was having a long day. But when the doctor came in… y’all, I was stunned by the condescending energy. He waltzes in, arms folded, barely made eye contact, and flatly said, “What’s wrong with your foot?”

No hello. No “Sorry to hear you’re in pain.” Not even a kind tone of voice. Just… cold indifference. I wanted to jump up and leave and tell him not to worry about it, but I couldn’t, my ankle was hurting too bad lol.

Seriously, it did make me feel small—like a burden, not a patient. It was as if my pain didn’t matter, like I was just the next thing on his to-do list. And as I sat there, ankle throbbing and attitude rising, I couldn’t help but think…

Jesus would never treat anyone like this.

Jesus always led with compassion. All throughout the Gospels, Jesus never treated people like inconveniences. Even when crowds pressed in on Him, when He was tired, or when people interrupted His plans—He still cared.

“But when He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd.”
—Matthew 9:36 (NKJV)

Jesus didn’t just see people. He felt for them. He wept with them. He touched the untouchable. He listened. He healed. He loved.

Even in the moments when others would turn away—like the woman caught in adultery or the lepers society avoided—Jesus leaned in with mercy and grace.

Jesus’ compassion wasn’t just a feeling—it was an action. A lifestyle.

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Now, before we all start pointing fingers at the good doctor (full disclosure: I did at first), I had to ask myself a hard question:

Do I ever treat people that way?

Maybe not in a medical office, but what about:

• When someone is asking me a million questions and I just want quiet?

• When a friend needs to talk, but I’m mentally checked out?

• When a stranger interrupts my plans with a need or a request?

The hard truth is, sometimes I fold my arms too—not literally, but emotionally. I close myself off. I get annoyed. I forget that people around me are carrying pain I can’t see.

But if I want to reflect Jesus—really reflect Him—then I need to be someone who carries compassion into every room I walk into.

Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when I’m tired. Even when someone’s attitude isn’t great.

Because that’s what Jesus does for me. Over and over again.

Friend, maybe you’ve experienced someone’s lack of compassion recently too. Maybe you’ve been dismissed, overlooked, or brushed off. And if so, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.

However, let’s not stop there. Let’s use those moments as reminders to check our own hearts.

• Are we slow to speak and quick to listen?

• Are we gentle with those who are hurting?

• Do people feel seen, heard, and valued when they interact with us?

Let’s be honest—we can’t fix the world. But we can bring more Jesus into it. And that starts with compassion.

Let’s Pray:

Lord, help me to see people the way You see them. When I’m tempted to fold my arms and walk away, remind me of Your arms—open wide on the cross for me. Give me a heart that feels, eyes that notice, and hands that serve. Help me bring compassion into every moment, every conversation, every room. Amen.

If this resonated with you, I’d love to hear about it in the comments. Let’s encourage one another to love like Jesus—especially when it's not easy. Share this blog with someone else. You never know what Word they need.

Remember, a blessed soul is A Well-Fed Soul!

Until next time,

Cynthia