As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes.
Luke 19.41-42
Jesus weeping! Jesus wept over the citadel, and the citadel never knew, Tears are the ensigns of kindness. We see some pitiable situation, and we cry. Those who receive our kindness rarely suspect our tears, but they rejoice at our kindness.
It has long haunted me that, years before I was saved, my incognito Lord wept over my condition until at last I came to him. Those in Jerusalem who never suspected the weeping Christ are little different from us. The truth is that God daily laments the fate of all who are lost. He cries over all who are self-serving, who never suspect that there are any larger reasons for which they were given life.
When we become aware of the needs of those around us, we become like Christ in our desire to help others. We who are possessed of such kindness become stalkers of grace. We move into the world serving a wonderful, and sometimes desperate agenda. ‘What can I do to serve Christ? What can I do to make the world a better place? What can I do for all of those I see in need?’ We don't actually do for the sake of others, we do as unto Christ.
Little Lord Fauntleroy, in Frances Hodgson Burnett's famous novel, said, ‘The world should always be a little better because a man has lived.’ This is the motto of every true minister of Christ.
What's the result of such an attitude? Well, we become more like our Master. I've often pondered over those whom Jesus met casually in the way the blind, for instance, or the lame. In random acts of kindness Jesus gave to the needy for no other reason than that they were children of God. They went home healed.
Kindness, instantaneous and unstoppable heals our world.
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