Peter, Do You Love Me?
There are times when the only friend you'll have is Jesus. When no one else would be there.
He is always our friend, of course. But there's a season or a valley or a dark tunnel where no one else gets to be there, no one is brave enough to get in there, no one else cares enough to get in there, no one else dares to get close enough to help and Jesus is the only one.
Sometimes you have the strength to call out for help, but there are situations where even the strenght to call for help is gone. Who is there to see you? Jesus. Who is there to realize you're sinking? Jesus.
It could happen that we are asked by God: where is your brother, where is your sister? But what would we respond? "I don't know and I haven't cared enough to find out."?
Some dare to care and they're like fresh water in the desert. Most will pass you by unless they need you, busy with their lives. Or is it that maybe they're sinking as well, but I'm too focus on my own pain I can't even see it?
I want to learn to be to others what I have experienced I need in tough times. A missionary friend. A friend on purpose and not a friend seeking their own good. Someone who can serve the one in need, emotional or spiritual need, expecting nothing in return. A good samaritan to the emotionally afflicted, to the one going through a traumatic experience, to the one facing the heavy hand of the Lord; a Ruth to a Naomi, with no expectation.
I want to be that, because I've experienced how much it would have helped.
Thanks be to Jesus!
Who would dare to be here? Who would dare to care? It's even worse when it's hard to express or when it's even impossible to share due to the nature of any given situation.
Sometimes you just need to know someone cares.
O but do I care for others going through similar situations? Maybe there's a season to care for others and a season to be cared for. There are days when I'm not able to get up to do what I'm supposed to do. I've been there. The only difference is that I've gone anyways, with my heart torn and my breath short.
There my heart is at the feet of the Cross, longing to be back where is only me and God. That's the place where we learn compassion: when we yearn for it but we can't find it in others, only in Jesus. So now we can relate to them. And hopefully be to them what we once wanted for ourselves.
But Jesus is here.
That is all that matters.
He is compassionate.
Do you love me, Peter?
Feed my sheep.
Why don't we dare to care more for one another.
Why don't I care?
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