It's Five Minute Friday again. Joining in with everyone over at Lisa-Jo Baker's blog for five minutes of writing on the given word. The rules are simple: write for five minutes, no editing or overthinking, then share your work. Today's word is "mercy."
Sitting on a bench on the sidewalk. I see you walking down the street toward me.
I wonder if you are the one who will offer mercy - who will offer some kindness.
But then you notice me.
Your pace quickens. Something on your phone is suddenly of ultimate importance.
Just like everyone else, you rush by and don't notice me.
. . .
I'm sitting on the grass in the park - minding my own business this time.
I don't even notice you approach me, until your shadow casts shade over me.
Looking up I realize that you're not here to be kind. You're here to judge me again.
. . .
But the truth is neither of you know my story. And neither of you care to learn it as you walk past. You see the way I look and make assumptions about me and about my story.
. . .
Jesus offered mercy to the people in need He passed by.
He healed lepers - outcasts of society.
He spoke to a Samaritan woman - a woman from a race most Jews avoided.
He healed blind men, paralyzed men, those possessed by demons.
Mercy was a part of every day, every moment of Jesus' life. He knew the importance of offering mercy and He modelled it for us.
If mercy is so important, then why do we have such a difficult time with it? Why do we find it so difficult to offer mercy - to offer kindness and help - to those we run into who are in need?