My assistant principal walked to the 6th grade classroom to escort "Jennie" to the office, accused once again of stealing.
I will never forget the lesson I learned.
As Cathy headed her back to the office, she answered something urgent within herself. "Jennie, may I give you a hug?"
Jennie nodded yes, and even before the hug was over, began confessing all she had stolen.
Compassion has a name: Jesus.
When we allow ourselves to be escorted by Jesus, even to the places where we need to confess--especially to the places where we need to confess--Compassion leads us to freedom from the weight of sin, anxiety, doubt and fear.
Jesus offers hugs first, and then, safe in His embrace, we allow Him to untangle the world's traps into which we have entered.
Is there a weight you carry? Are you punishing yourself for it?
If you trade that misery in for the "scary" walk to the office, you'll find the embrace of Jesus on the way.
Why continue alone?
Tomorrow: heroes of compassion.
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