I’ve noticed that some believers are still moved very little by pain.

 

It pains them a little when others hurt. It pains them little to see a world despondent. It pains them little to watch suffering souls struggle alone. If it knocks not on their own door, it is easy and well to turn the heart away.

 

When others grieve, they remain unmoved by compassion. When hearing of heartbreak, nothing causes them to go give aid.

 

It’s quite confusing.

 

Where is the compassionate Christ in this kind of professing saint?

 

Is it that we’ve gone too deep into the abyss of self that nothing else is seen?

 

Surely not.

This will never do for a born-again believer.

 

Nehemiah was moved by ruins.

Paul was moved by lost souls.

Elijah was moved by misplaced altars.

Priscilla was moved by “a better way.”

Esther was moved by a perishing people.

Deborah was moved by the need for righteousness.

David was moved by the loss of friends.

 

Is there not an inner place that is moved by the pains of this world?

 

If not, then I fear we are not near enough to the heart of Jesus.

 

Find your way back, dear saint, to the gentle place where you feel the heart of God breaking over humanity. Let Him wash over you with His own tears at what He sees.

 

Then prepare your own heart to be moved when He calls.

 

You are plan A for the Kingdom.